kennapayne6
He knocked on the bathroom stall. "Brit, you've been in there for 30 minutes is everything alright?" He heard some muffled cries and a feeble "yes" from the other side of the stall. What could be going on? "Brit tell me what's wrong or I'm breaking in." More muffled sobs pursued and he knew he was going to have to break open the stall, because she obviously wasn't coming out anytime soon.
She powdered her nose and looked into the mirror. Was she really that old? Where did all those wrinkles come from? She could swear that those weren't there a few days ago. That's the odd thing about growing old, you become an artifact of yourself. The wrinkles set in and soon they're putting your body on a display in a museum.