Answer:
Teenage girls are pros at creating me. Learn me in classes.
Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust. What am I?
I am a word. I become longer when the third letter is removed.
What is harder to catch the faster you run?
I have roots nobody sees. I am taller than trees. Up up I go but I never grow.
No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month.