Travelling

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"Marina, ple-"

"No, Dad, I'm not taking them off." I would say that I'm not stubborn, but a born rebel. Especially with my rock 'n' roll house, family and life altogether.

"Marina, just do it..." John decided to shove my shoulder. Giving him a tut and mouthing the words "Fuck you" at both of them, I eventually gave in and removed my piercings.

I have 8. Two cartilage, two lobe, a nose ring, snake bites and an eyebrow piercing. No wonder I can never get the 'all clear' at airport security.

"Now", Papa clears his throats and manages to quieten everyone in the process, "We are going to look for another child who needs a loving famil- Rogerina and Marina, stop rolling your eyes, darlings. Bad for your eyesight."

"Yes, sweetheart." Dad follows on. As we park up at the center, everyone is arguing about this goddamn kid and I'm sat with my earphones in, blocking the situation unfolding around me.

Can anybody find me the nearest Holiday Inn?

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