Chapter 2
As soon as I got home, I looked around, looking for any sight of dad or the witch to be home. I heard a thump in the kitchen and walked in. Mike was there. “Whatcha doin’?” I asked, trying not to laugh. He was kneeling on the floor gathering up the pans he’d dropped on the floor. I bent down and helped him.
“Hey hon’!” Mike said as he stood up. “How was your day?” Mike always treated me like a child, even though I was only three years younger than him.
“Good! Most of the kids just laughed at me! And then these girls pushed me into the pool. Luckily someone had helped me out.” I said laughing.
“Who was it?” he asked.
“Dunno,” I shrugged. “I didn’t have ma glasses on!” we both laughed.
“Now that’s the clumsy Marie I know!” I glared at him.
“So what were you doin’?” I asked nodding to the things on the floor.
“Cooking! I was hungry and the witch wasn’t home.” ever since the whole ‘DAD FINDING OUT ABOUT US WORKING’ incident, we’d decided a nickname for our step mom….WITCH!
“Well, if your planning on burning the house then go ahead, otherwise lemme do it!” I said as I walked over to the stove. “What you wana eat?”
He shrugged, “Whatever you make!” and with that he walked out the kitchen. I’m actually glad to have him! If it wasn’t for him, I would’ve killed myself a while ago. I can share anything with him, and not care if I have a dad who hates the crap outta me and a mom who’s always violent with me.
After making Mike’s food, I went upstairs and changed my clothes. I went on the computer that dad had gotten Mike and opened up the Myspace page. Dad never got me anything. In fact I wore the clothes that Mike had gotten me from his allowance. I've never even had a cell before Mike bought me one. And for that I owe him my life!
My page was a fitting page, just like any other Myspace page. The only thing was that it didn’t have my picture on it. Come on if it had my real picture on it, then who’d want to be my friend? I have about 1,026 friends on it with my cute baby picture on it. Most of them guys! But hey what girl wouldn’t want to flirt? Even if I’m a geek, with no dress style, I still had a right to flirt! But today I had a new friend request. His name was ~L4L~GSMT~Poppin!~. He was cute. He had big blue eyes, brownish-blackish hair, cute dimples, and a diamond stud in the left ear. I clicked on his profile and it said he went to my high school, and was in the same grade as me. I smiled and clicked accept. It wouldn’t hurt!
I was about to log off, and X-out of the page, when a chat message popped up. I clicked on it and it was from the same guy.
Him: Hey!
Me: Hi
Him: What’s your name?
Me: um….Why?
Him: cause cute gals like you shouldn’t stay anonymous!
Me: *Sigh* well cute guys like you shouldn’t be adding a gal who dey barely know!
Him: hmmm…..feisty! I like!
Me: hmmmm……boring, I hate!
I know I was acting all mean and stuff, but hey I wana be hard to get!
Him: k, let me start first! I’m Chris, 15 and very hot.
He sounds hot too!
Me: hmm… by your name you sound boring!
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Unwanted, Unlovable
Storie d'amoreLife was a mystery for Marie. First with her Step-Mother, Then with her brother, and then with her. she didn't know who she was and how beautiful she was....even after she became a prostitute.
