I'm Marley. A band obsessed, fandom trash, dictionary definition of fangirl. When I'm not trapped in the hell that is school, I am completely engulfed in music and social media. Don't get me wrong, I do care about my grades. I'm in "gifted"...for some...reason. It's so much weight on my shoulders though. I get yelled at for just making a B, while my sister just glides through school without turning in her formatives, which my dad isn't even aware of. Then he turns around and starts constantly comparing me to her along with everyone else around me. They expect me to basically grow into her shoes whereas I want to live as my own person. Then after losing my mother from an accident, it just gets harder and harder. So I resort to music. It's my escape. A sang-ctuary if you will. (haHA laugh at my jokes can't you see I'm hilarious) But after drowning out the sounds of the outside world for so long, it would be nice if I had someone to listen to me.
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Writing about someone from their perspective is really strange. It's me but not me. Ya feel? I got this done pretty quickly tho. The hardest perspective for me to write is Tabatha's...don't ask why it just is. You'll get her chapter soon enough.
"If it wasn't for this music, I don't know how I would've fought this."
~Han Ban❥
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Just The Four Of Us
De TodoFour entirely different individuals, four opposing stories and perspectives, four magnificently strange friends, one group of idiots.
