×Marly×
I'm Marly Brielle Baker, I just turned seventeen three months ago September, the same time I moved to Madison, Tennessee from New York. I heard this place is boring as hell and so far I have experienced it. My mom don't have time for me she too busy with work so I spend my time at school, work, and at home. I ain't really made no friends because I never stay in one spot for too long because of my mom's job.
"MARLY!"my mom shouts from downstairs.
"I'M COMING MOMMA!"i shout back.
"HURRY YOUR ASS UP, I NEED TO BE AT WORK IN A LITTLE BIT!"she shouts
"Fuck yo job."i mumble to myself. I grabbed my iPhone 5c, my MK bag and purse, and my earbuds, then walk downstairs.
"Bout damn time."she says, making me roll my eyes hard as hell as we walk out the door. I plugged my earbuds in as I got in the car, I really don't feel like talking to her.
"Marly."she says, I turned the music up louder.She snatched my earbuds out.
"You hear me talking to you!"she yells. I wish I didn't hear her baldheaded ass.
"Yes, my dear mother what has you frazzled?"i ask her in a fake interested tone.
"You act just like yo got damn pappy and that's why you finna go live with him."she says rolling her eyes.
"I bet I don't."i reply putting my earbuds back in and looking out the window. I refuse to live with that dead beat he moved from New York to Louisiana with some girl and married her,she barely older than me she like 25 my dad is 37 and a very successful lawyer. Ion kno why he aint stay wit my mom she 35,glowing tan brown skin, looks young, and owns a successful real estate company, he just had to have the young bitch. We pulled up to White's Creek High School, which I hate. I wanted to go to McGavock, Pearl Cohn, or Maplewood but nooo.
"Have a good day Marly we'll talk when I get home."she says.
"You too, and ok."i say getting out.
"Love you."she says through the window.
"Love you too."i reply as she pulls off. I walk in scrolling through Instagram on my phone. I ran right into some dude. He was tall, dark brown eyes, long dreads,and full plump lips. He has a couple tattoos on his forearms that I can tell go all the way up one of his arms. He looks like he prolly a Junior or Senior.
"My bad."i simply say walking away.
"I be right back."i hear him say to the group of people he was with. I heard some kinda fast footsteps comin up behind me and I came to an abrupt stop. He ran right into me.
"Damn."he says backing up.
"What you want?"i ask looking up at his face.
"Why you bein so hostile little girl,you bumped into me."he says smiling. Damn, he got pretty white teeth and the brown skin, lord help me.
"Well you just bumped into me, we even."i say continuing to walk to the vending machine.
"That was yo fault."he says following me.
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The Skin I'm In(EDITING)
General Fiction17 year old Marly Baker didn't grow up with a white picket fence in her front yard. She's a Brooklyn native, who just moved to Nashville, TN. Her past causes a great deal of trauma and turmoil with other people and with herself.Read to find our more.
