Life's Mission {REMAKE}

Ch 1

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Marco woke up to a terrible blaring. The boy groaned, slamming his hand on his alarm clock. He looked up at the large, bright, red numbers showing 6:30. The Latino got off his bed, heading to his closet. He looked through the tons of clothing and picked out a black crop top with maroon skinny jeans, putting them on then slipping on black socks with some grey converse.

Once he was satisfied with his look he went to the bathroom, grabbing his comb, running it through his hair. Marco cleaned his face, getting moisturizer and putting it on his cheeks, chin, and forehead. The Latino grabbed his tooth brush and toothpaste, cleaning his teeth. He washed out his mouth, grabbing his make up bag, putting on some mascara, blush, and lip gloss. Marco smiled, doing a quick outfit check before grabbing his backpack and going to the living room.

There he sat, looking at his phone. He scrolled through Snapchat, gently biting his painted thumb nail nervously, as if he were expecting big news. Marco looked at the clock, reading 7:23, "Seven more minutes." He spoke, exiting out of Snapchat, looking to see if any of his friends have texted him. When there was no notifications he texted Janna, Are you giving me a ride or am I taking the bus?

Within moments he got a reply, Show me what you're wearing first, I can't have people raping you on the bus. He lightly snorted at the reply, taking it as a joke, but in Echo Creek that isn't that uncommon. Especially recently, there have been reports on the news, in the paper, even in some magazines. The Latino boy never thought of that happening to him though, so he paid no mind. Marco was soon back to biting his nail as he replied back.

Nothing too much. He sent the text, standing up and taking a selfie. He held up two fingers, forming a peace sign and stuck out his tongue, sticking out his hip as well, smiling. He took the picture, sending it to Janna. Marco put his phone in his pocket, and looked out the window, watching as the trees swayed with the wind, now glad he decided to wear his skinny jeans instead of his short shorts.

Marco felt his phone vibrate in his back pocket. He turned around sitting on the couch, his phone in hand. He clicked on the notification and read Janna's text, Yeah, I'm giving you a ride. He smiled, knowing that means his outfit was cute. He quickly made finishing touches to his hair and make up and threw his backpack over his shoulder, going outside to wait for Janna.

After about three minutes Janna pulled up to the driveway and Marco happily got in the car. Janna looked him up and down, "Definitely glad I drove you." Marco smiled, even more confident than before. "Hey," Janna spoke, "you can use my eyeliner, might make your eyes pop!" She exaggerated.