I stared at Angela and back to Lauren.
"What's the history between you two?" I asked them.
"Well, Angela is known as the geek of the school." Lauren explained.
"Well, Lauren is known as the brat and the person who uses way too much makeup." Angela glowered.
They glowered at each other for a few more minutes and I groaned.
"If you guys want to fight, fight once we land. There are too many witnesses around!" I whispered urgently.

But then Lauren sprayed something at Angela's face.... soda?
Angela walked away in disgust.
I got out of my seat, and walked towards Lauren.
"What the hell was that for?!?!" I yelled at her.
"I thought Angela should know how cold soda should feel on her face." Lauren sneered.
Then my anger shot up.
"Well, I wonder how you know how it feels..." I said, while grabbing my water bottle and poured water of her hair, causing her to get her hair complete wet, all of her makeup, including her mascarra to run.

Then Lauren glared at me, as if she was about to attack.
"You didn't." she growled.
I grinned an evil smile.
"Too bad I did."
Then Lauren ran to the bathroom crying.
I had to laugh, Angela's right, she does wear too much makeup.
I saw Angela coming towards me, with an evil grin, just like me.
"I think you were too soft on her. Soda is a lot worse than water." Angela said.
I laughed.
"But it seemed to cause her a lot of misery." I said.
"She's such a cry baby. I thought I would never see her again after we graduated high-school. I guess I was wrong. If I were you, stay as far away from her as possible." Angela sighed.

"Don't worry about that, I would never want to hang out with her." I told her.
She smiled.
Then I turned around and saw that Lauren didn't come out of the bathroom yet.
"Do you have any idea how long she would be in there?" I asked her.
"Hmm... I think she would be in there for awhile. It could take hours to clean up all of that make-up." she said.

Then suddenly Lauren came out of the bathroom, but her face was still dripping with colored makeup, eyeliners, mascarra, eye shadow, and her hair was still wet.
"Excuse me! I need my make-up bag!" she yelled at Angela.
I found her make-up bag in her bag, but I had an idea for another revenge for pouring soda on Angela.
"You mean this?" I asked innocently and dangled the bag in my hand.
"GIVE IT TO ME!" Lauren commanded.
"Nah, I have a better place for it." I told her. I took the bag, and opened the zipper and dropped all of Lauren makeup into the garbage.
"Opps." I said.
Lauren's eyes were wide in horror, and she ran passed me and looked into the garbage.

She whined.
"It's all covered with gross leftovers..."
Then she glared at me.
"Once we get to Alaska, you BETTER buy me new makeups." she hissed.
"Not my problem, it's yours. For your information, some people look better without make-up." I told her.
"That's the keyword, some. I look horrible without makeup." she complained.
"Really? Show me." Angela challenged.
Lauren went back to the bathroom, cleaning all of her makeup, and she came back out, expossing her natural look.