Today my brother (twin) went with me to chemo. I asked him if he was gonna come with me to ballet too (btw this is after her toe healed, about 3 to 4 weeks into the chemo) he said ,and I quote " Hxll no ! I don't wanna be around those prissy in pink bxtches." I was laughing so hard I almost fell. Ok time for a backstory : me and Marion pronounced Mary-on r twins as u know already. As kids we were never that close but as we got older our bond got stronger. I tell him basically everything. Except that I used to , you know. (So glad I can say I used too) . I'm afraid of what he'll think of me so I don't want him to know , yet. Me and Marion don't look a lot alike ,he has Brown skin and I have lighter Brown skin. Weird right? ( our parents r black and native American, I look more native American). It's weird cuz know we r inseparable. Backstory ended. All Marion did was stare at me through the glass the while session. He was trying to figure it all out. When I got up I saw a tear drop. He didn't like seeing me this way, I could tell. After that we got in n out (sry for the cliche). We sat there eating then he said "so how do u feel about being bald?"I laughed.
"I hate it Tbh"chewing slowly. After that we ate in silence. He dropped me off at ballet. Ughhhhhhh I didn't wanna go in.
Everyone hugged me bring fake as usual. Then we Got straight to work. We worked on skinny love. *insert bruh face emoji* this time I did it perfectly. Without getting hurt. I was proud until....
"Um Marilyn your kicked out the class Ella said you beat her up "my teacher said.
"Uhhhh the fxck? Her and her little friends jumped me in the changing room and u don't hear me being a little bxtch about it." I said looking her straight in the eyes.
"Watch your languAge!!" Everyone gasped.
"No, u know what fxck u and this. I don't need u guys. Everyone knows I'm the best fxcking dancer here. Everyone else is horrible. " I walked out and flipped everyone off. I have been cussing people out a lot lately. #sorrynotsorry
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Ballet and Blades
General FictionBallet isn't just hard on the feet. For Marilyn , ballet is hard on her mind and soul. Although her dancing is beautiful she is mentally falling apart. But you can't tell.........unless you look at the many lines on her wrist. From getting bullied b...
