Redamancy

1: chocolate makes everything better

I've spent the last three to four hours writing this chapter because I'm so excited to share it with you guys! Let me know what you think of Ronnie and Marcus.

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-Dana

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As I look around the bathroom floor I can see how gross it is. I get up from the floor and sit on the toilet instead, making sure the top is down first. Usually in the movies there will be entertaining writings on the walls, but not at my school. It would be nice if there was though, it would get my mind off of everything.

            Once I hear the bell ring I know the bathroom will be all mine for a little while. Unlocking the stall, I step out and walk to one of the multiple white sinks that are lined up on the wall. One of my laces on my left shoes drags against the tile. I grab some toilet paper before running the water. I wipe under my eyes to get rid of all the black that didn’t have a chance against my tears. I throw away the toilet paper before bracing myself against the sink; both of my hands on each side of the cool surface. My hair falls on each side of my face. Gathering some water in my palm, I splash some on my face.

            Once my face doesn’t give I sign I have been crying in the bathroom I walk toward the door. As I go to grab the handle the door swings open, almost hitting me in the face. I have to step back quickly and glare up at the figure. Instead of a girl, it was Marcus. I purse my lips and rest my hands on my hips. “One, this is the girls restroom. Two, you’re supposed to be in class. So, why are you in here?”

            “I can ask you the same thing,” he says in a singsong voice. “Iona said you weren’t in class.” His eyes turn soft. “What happened now?”

            Ever since my mom made the announcement two weeks ago about how my dad who has raised me isn’t really my dad I’ve been a mess. It doesn’t help people keep saying my mom is a slut and my dad didn’t want me so my mom had to get the first guy she saw to marry her. But what makes it worse is we all know she was with Dad when she got pregnant. Dad and I are so close and hearing I’m not his biological daughter broke his heart. We aren’t really talking to Mom right now. It’s not to be malicious; we just can’t keep a conversation nowadays without ignoring the elephant in the room. The big, grey, plump, elephant that Dad refuses to address.    

            I lean against one of the sinks and fold my arms over my chest. “You know what people say. They can say whatever they want about me, but bringing my dad and mom into it sucks.”

            Marcus wraps his arms around me, tugging me towards him and away from the sink. His sweater his soft against my cheek and his cologne is addicting. I wrap my arms around him as I will myself not to cry. “Those people don’t know what your family is going through and they’re idiots for making you feel even worse. I know saying don’t listen to them is stupid advice, but you have to. I hate seeing you like this. You can’t come in here almost every day during class.”