Oh, Marcel!

Story Time

After I cleaned myself up, I figured out that I didn't have a broken nose, but it was swollen.

The bruises had started to appear on my face, I could see them even without my glasses on. Surprisingly they hadn't broken my glasses.

I had decided that I wasn't going over to Ember's tonight. At least not looking like this. I didn't want her to see me this way. It's better if she just stays away from me. I don't want to see this happen to her because she talks to nerdy Marcel.

Why do I care so much about what happens to her? I barely know this girl. I feel this connection to her, just from a school day's worth of time spent with her.

Marcel just take another shower and wash the pain away.

So thats what I did.

I got out and wrapped a towel around my thin waist and my eyes drifted up to the foggy mirror.

My abs prominent whenever I moved, the muscles in my arm flexing. My hair dripping wet and curling. Why couldn't I just go to school like this? No one would know me, I could start over.

But, I couldn't. I was too shy still. People would recognize me instantly and deny me again. I knew it for sure.

I shook my hair out, finding a fluffy white towel I had set out and rubbing it against my head. My hair poofed slighty, but at least it wasn't dripping wet anymore. I reached for my glasses and shoved them on my face, everything looking clear again.

I looked at myself in the mirror again. The purple blotches on my face more apparent then ever.  

Why can't I be more outgoing? Be a whole new Marcel. Then I wouldn't get beat up. Then my skin would be a normal color. But would that really end it all? What about what Johnny said...

I sighed and then walked out of the bathroom and down the hall to my room when the phone rang. I ran to get it, my towel nearly sliding off.

"Hello?" I answered griping the towel in one hand and the phone in the other.

"Marcel! Hi, baby boy. It's mom. I'm calling to tell you that your father and I won't be home tonight, we're staying in a hotel for a meeting. Okay?" My mother said, her voice rushed and annoyed.

"Okay, Mom." I said.

"Kiss, Kiss!" Mom said and then the line went dead. 'Kiss, kiss' was her way of saying goodbye ever since I was a little boy.

I slammed the phone down and padded to my bedroom. I looked into my closet and selected a pair of loose gray sweat pants. I decided I was going to keep my shirt off. There was no sense in having to wash something if you didnt have to. It was mostly because I did a lot of the housework seeing as my parents were not always here.

I let the towel fall to the ground and slid on the sweat pants. I normally did not do this.

I normally wore underwear.

What has gotten into you Marcel?

Maybe that there is a girl stuck inside your head. She's blocking all of your normal thoughts. Making you  complete tasks incorrectly.

I shook my head and went over to the dresser grabbing out a pair of underwear and slid my pants off. I put them on and then my pants again and walked over to my new MacBook Mom had given me for a random present. I guess that was her thoughts, buying my love.

It booted up, finding the internet browser and searching for my blog. I began to write about my day on a blog. People were always telling me that it gets better, and that I need to stand up for myself.