BEEEP BEEP BEEP. "Oh for fucks sake, SHAT UP!" bam. "OW" . She gets up rubbing her eyes scratching her head. She likes long showers LONG LONG showers but school started at 7:30 it's 7:00. "Oh bloody hell im going to be late" she quickly gets dressed. 7:45 she arrives.
Type type type . "Your first day..?" The front desk lady asks sounding like a fat sloth. "Yes" , "lucky you, usally if your late more then a minute you get detention." Sigh. "So does that mean I'm not getting detention...?" "Yes" . she walks to the bathroom sits in the stall grabs her jacket. Scream. She screamed into her jacket, it helps sometimes. Laugh. Oh no. "Geht es dir da drin gut?" (Are you all right in there?) Some girl says, she sounds like a bitch. "Yes I'm fine, than-" SLAM. Why would she ask if she was just gonna leave? Sigh. She's walking out, what's her next class..? Music. Great isn't that what she was trying to escape...!
Chatter. "Okay, Klasse, heute haben wir eine neue Schülerin ... uhhh, haben wir eine MARLENE ROTH?" (alright class today we have a new student...uhhh do we have a MARLENE ROTH ) The teacher called out her name stupidly, she's never been embarrassed of her name before, she thought it was quite pretty, this teacher has ruined it. "Here!" Ew, why did she sound like that, like a robot who hates its life. "Würde es Ihnen etwas ausmachen, mir zu sagen, was Sie in der Musik machen?" (Do you mind telling me what you do in music?) "um..I play guitar and sing...!?" She says looking at the ceiling. "In Ordnung" (alright). She feels a pair of eyes on her FOUR pairs of eyes. Weird.
She plays on this old beat up electric guitar, it has to be at least like 500 years old, it's untunable. Boing bing zing. It was boring. She didn't know what to do everyone was in their own little groups while she was playing on a shitty guitar in a fuckin corner.
RINGGGG
that was the last class. She has to walk home. But it's fucking raining. Sigh. "Nan! I'm home..and soaked.." she walks upstairs and into her bathroom, she takes the longest fucking shower known to man kind. BING. A notification, "party at the kaulitz house, free booze anyone can come" she stares at her phone for bit. 1. She needs a party and 2. She's never heard or seen German people talk like that.
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FanfictionFamous rockstar from the band Rassbery, Marlene Roth starts to struggle with her mental health, when she once got the thrill of performing to hundreds and thousands of people now turned into a ick and tiring. She swore she would never get tired of i...
