F.L.I.F.F.E.R.H.U.Z.Z.A

"Oh no! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! This CAN'T be happening. Why today? Why today of all days must  this be happening?" Jane cried as she stared anxiously into her bathroom mirror. Just below her right cheekbone laid the bane of her existence, a zit. Determined not to let this imperfection RUIN her last chance at taking a GOOD school picture, Jane quickly smeared on some coverup over the zit. She let out a sigh of relief as she saw the zit seamlessly camouflage with her naturally bronze skin.

Jane then proceeded with her usual morning routine, although a bit groggier and slower than usual. She got dressed, checked Twitter, made her bed, checked Instagram, ate breakfast, and checked Vine. All was great until she opened up Snapchat. Her spoon hit the floor with a clang when she flipped the screen to her front view camera. From where she had hidden the small zit from earlier this morning a larger one had appeared, and he seemed to have made a friend right next to it. Jane let out a shriek and ran to reapply more coverup. But the camouflage only lasted a couple seconds before the zits would reappear, always bigger and always accompanied by more. Several rounds of camouflaging later,
Jane's face was a hideous sight. In desperation she ran into her mom's room yelling for help.

"Oh honey", her mom chuckled "I'm sorry... but...you have the Flifferhuzza."
"The Fliffer-what-ah?"
"The Flifferhuzza. You know... the

FLUE LIKE ILLNESS FOR FEMALES ENHANCING RANDOM HUGE UGLY     Zany Zit Attacks. 

It's caused by the over obsession of outward appearances and is usually found in those who frequently rely on social media sites like the Facetube or whatever you kids call it. But don't worry sweetie, it only lasts for an hour or so."
"oh thank Go-"
"...that IS if you left it untreated."
"Come again?"
"If you do anything to try and prevent the natural course of this virus, it comes back even worse within the next couple of minutes and can last for a couple of days."
Accepting defeat, Jane crawled in next to her mom. "Mom", Jane whimpered "I'm not feeling good. Do you think I can stay home today?"
"Nope."
"But mom?!" shrieked Jane.
"Nope. You brought this upon yourself so you're going to school. But hey, there'll always be retakes."