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perfect ‘Angelina Jolie’ mouth.
    ‘Yes, well. You make me sound perfect. This!’ Kite laughed, pointing to her beauty spot, ‘is actually more of a mole, and what about the spots I’m hiding under my
hair?’ She lifted up her tangle of curls to reveal a fine rash of spots she got every month around the time of her period. ‘And how come you completely forget to mention my
scar-brow!’
    Kite’s scar was about a centimetre long and it cut through her right eyebrow like an arrow: the hair would never grow there. She’d got it on the day she’d jumped off the rope
swing and crashed headfirst into the ground, Dawn crying out in horror. The wound had gushed blood with a frightening force, but once it was all cleaned up and stitched it wasn’t really that
big a deal. Because of her wild hair most people didn’t notice the scar, or perhaps they were too polite to mention it. It didn’t really bother Kite, but according to Dawn she had a
habit whenever she was nervous of pulling on her hair to cover it up.
    Now she thought of it, Dawn’s sixteenth birthday had been the last time she’d been in Dawn’s room. As she’d watched Dawn applying her make-up Kite had noticed how cracked
and dry Dawn’s skin had become; the worst that she’d seen it in a long time.
    ‘I can completely get rid of that scar, if you want me to,’ she told Kite as she finished making up her own face. ‘Can you see my birthmark?’ She turned to the side. Kite
shook her head. Dawn had taken to masking the mark with foundation, powder and concealer.
    ‘OK! I’ve often wondered what I’d look like without it!’ Kite agreed, staring at her scar in the little hand mirror.
    Dawn went to work on her with her toolkit collection of make-up, powdering, buffing and drawing in the gap in her eyebrow with a pencil and eyeshadow.
    ‘Perfect! You look like a model,’ Dawn smiled when she was done.
    Kite stared at herself in the mirror. Her scar was completely gone, but she felt like a painted doll someone had given her as a child that had freaked her out and given her nightmares.
    ‘Maybe, but I don’t even recognize myself!’ she laughed and went over to the corner sink to wash the make-up off while Dawn buffed another layer of powder over her
birthmark.
    ‘Why do you always have to wear so much make-up? You don’t need it,’ Kite asked, slumping down on Dawn’s bed as she dried her face.
    Dawn shrugged and walked over to the sink, smoothed her tongue over her teeth, and flossed carefully. Afterwards she took her lemon-scented soap and began her ritual hand washing.
    ‘I do actually – my skin looks dull without it,’ Dawn finally answered.
    Dawn’s parents had given the newspapers her last school photo in which she’d made herself up perfectly, just as she had on her birthday. The headline in the newspaper read:
‘Tragic Loss of Perfect Dawn’. When she’d seen it Kite had wished that Hazel and Jimmy had provided a more natural photo to show the world how gentle and young Dawn really was.
Now, thinking back to her birthday, Kite wondered . . . If Dawn had not been wearing her make-up mask, would she have confided in her how she’d been feeling? She racked her mind for what else
they had talked about on that day.
    ‘Has he asked you out yet?’ Kite asked.
    ‘Who?’
    ‘Mr Saxy! The clarinet player I saw making eyes at you at the concert – the one you said “plays the sax like a dream too”.’
    ‘Funny!’ Dawn blushed bright red from the neck up and changed the subject. ‘How’s it going with you and Mali then?’
    Mali was a boy Kite had met at Circus Space. He juggled mostly and was training on the giant globe hoop. She loved to watch him turning upside down. He reminded her of that da Vinci drawing
sketch of the man with all his muscles showing, turning on an axel. Kite had let slip to Dawn that they’d joked around a bit when they’d been training, but when they’d kissed
she’d felt nothing. It had