Frontest Compartment.

Selia slid into her seat, smiling slightly. Any day her sister was mad, it was usually a great day. Her hair was straight and in dark layers, but her eyes were a shining michevious forest green. She was wearing some brown eyeliner and mascara, but it blended quite well. She was wearing a normal yellow tube top, (no sleeves, borrowed from her sister's closet,) and plain jean shorts.