♡❁Marjorine❁♡---A South Park fanfic

Part Three

~~AN I'm addicted to writing this even though almost no one has read yet send help~~

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The room went quiet for a moment. The only reason it wasn't completely silent was because of Mean Girls still playing in the background.

Suddenly, Wendy stood up and stood beside me, "What do you want us to call you?" She smiled at me. A genuine smile.

I smiled back, "Marjorine. I like the name Marjorine."

Red got up and shook my hand, "Nice to meet you Marjorine!"

Before I could even blink I was tackled by all the girls giving me a group hug. It was so warm and comforting.

I started crying. I couldn't stop. I cried like I'd never cried before. Tears of joy stung my eyes as I tried to speak.

"Y-you...you're not mad? You don't think I'm.....wrong?"

Bebe grabbed my face, "Marjorine, you're not wrong. You're a girl just like us!"

"Honestly....it was kind of obvious." Heidi shrugged. I couldn't help but laugh.

My face then fell as it dawned on me. "What.....what am I gonna tell my dad?"

"If you don't feel comfortable telling him, then don't. He doesn't need to know!" Wendy chirped.

Nicole's face lit up, "Meet us in the girls bathroom at school Monday before first period! We'll bring our makeup and accessories and give you a makeover!!"

I nodded and we all started laughing. I looked at the time, 3:27. Shit. Dad would be getting up for work in about an hour and he almost always checked on me when he got up.

"I should really get going, my dad will be up soon." I grabbed a makeup wipe and rubbed off my makeup while Bebe undid my hair. I changed back into my clothes and made my way home.

As I walked I admired my nails. They drew attention away from the small scars on my hand from where I'd scratched or bit myself.

I probably should've been looking where I was going because before I knew it I'd bumped into someone, sending me falling on to the ground.

"AAH! I AM SO SO SO SO SOOOO SORRY I WASN'T-" I looked up to see Kenny reaching for my hand. His hood was down revealing his messy blonde hair.

"Are you ok?" He asked, genuinely concerned. I hesitantly grabbed his hand so he could pull me up.

"Um...y-yeah. I-I'm fine." I stuttered

"Good, see ya Monday." He walked away while I just stood there like an idiot. One single thought ran through my head.

'Fuck.....he's hot'

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I slowly opened the front door and flinched when I saw my father standing in front of me.

Shit. He's pissed.

"Where were you?" His voice was stern as he straightened his back, glaring down at me.

I fidgeted with my hands. I couldn't make eye contact. "Umm....I-I was..with s-some friends a-and-"

My dad grabbed my shirt collar, I winced as he spoke, "YOU WENT TO THAT STUPID SLEEPOVER, HUH!?" Tears stung my eyes as he continued to scream at me, "ANSWER ME!!!"

I couldn't speak. I was to afraid of him. Why should I be afraid of my own father?

He threw me against the wall and smacked me across the face before grabbing my hair and smashed my face against the wall.

"I swear to God if you sneak out again you can STAY OUT ON THE STREETS! DO YOU HEAR ME!?"

I nodded as tears ran down my face. He shoved me against the wall again before kicking me in the stomach.

"Go to your room! Useless piece of shit." I was already half way up the stairs.

I collapsed on my bed and sobbed into my pillow while letting out a string of curses.

'I fucking hate him! I fucking hate myself! I wish I was dead!' I sobbed.

I pulled out my journal and a pink sparkly pen from underneath my mattress.

'January 3rd, 2016,

  I've been thinking this for a while but I'm finally ready to actually say it.
I'm transgender.
I'm a girl.
My name is Marjorine.

I don't think I can tell my parents. I know they won't understand. They never understand.

I don't think I can really tell anyone except the girls.

If I told my dad, I'd be dead.

If there's a God, I wonder what I did to make them so mad at me.
I wish I could ask God.
I don't think I can.

I feel trapped.
I hate my dad.
I wish he'd just disappear.
Then it'd just be me and mom.
She's better than he'll ever be.
I wish she could see that.

Sometimes I wonder what she sees in him. He's impossible to love.

I hope I won't take after him when I grow up.

If I did, I think I'd just shoot myself.

Sincerely, Victoria 'Marjorine' Stotch

I closed my diary and stuffed it back under my mattress, then cried myself to sleep.

I did that often.

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~~STEPHAN STOTCH HATE CLUB WHERE U AT WOOOOOOO!!! 🎉🎉🎊🎊🥳🥳

No fr tho #savebutters my poor baby I want to adopt her so bad I stg

Anyways part three is done I'll work on part four soon I promise!

Love youu byeeeee 💖💖💖💋💋💋🏳‍🌈 -Rayne 🌧~~