I cry—heaps! Not just when I’m sad. I often cry watching videos. I can even be reduced to tears by cartoons. I just have to think of Mrs. Jumbo and little Dumbo desperately twining trunks and my eyes prick.I cry when I’m frightened, too. If a teacher shouted at me in primary school I’d start blubbing. I try not to be so pathetic now but I still hate it when people yell at me.I cry at sentimental stuff too—little kittens and babies and choirboys singing solos. Nadine sniffs at my stupidity. She hates anything little and fluffy and cute. Still, she can do her fair share of wailing and weeping when she wants. When she finally broke up with Liam she howled for hours and hours. She’d play all these sad songs about breaking up, lying in her black bedroom weeping waterfalls.But Magda’s always so bouncy and bubbly. She’s just not the mournful sort. Anyway, she wouldn’t want to smudge her mascara. Magda wears makeup every day, even at school (though we’re not allowed to). Magda’s the sort of girl who’d stop to do her makeup and style her hair even if there were fire alarms blaring like crazy and flames licking at her door.She’s not wearing any makeup today.
