"Mama, do I have to go to school today?" Marzia sighed. "Yes, why? Do you have a test?" She asked. "No, I just need to catch up on some work, I'm really tired." Marzia explained. "What do you mean catch up on work? Are you not doing your work? And why are you tired, do you sleep? Or do you stay up all night listening to music?" Mama interrogated.
"No, I've had a lot more work than usual lately, I go to sleep whenever I can." Marzia said. "Well too bad, you still have to go. Be ready by 8:30 so you're not late." Mama ordered. "Okay fine." Marzia got up and trudged to her room. There was no use in trying to argue. Mama is an extremely stubborn woman.
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Marzia slipped on her school uniform, fishnet stockings, and jet black docs. She tied her shoulder-length, brown hair up in a messy low ponytail, and caked-on a bit more makeup than usual, for no particular reason at all. She rushed around her room afterwards to try and find her bag, earrings, nose ring, and books.
Once she was ready, she grabbed her MP3 player and cigarettes. She switched off the lights, walked out, and shut the door. "Hey, Marzia! Can you give me a ride?" Davide asked. "No, ask Mama. I wanna go to Starbucks and I'm not paying for yours." Marzia said. "C'mon pleeease?" He begged. "Sorry. I really gotta go. Maybe some other time." She rolled her eyes as she walked away.
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"I don't know what to do about Johnny Marzia, I really don't. He says he loves me n' everythin' but then he goes off with other girls behind my back!" Coral ranted after she smoked the last of her cig. They were inside of an abandoned unisex bathroom with asbestos growing in the ceiling. Green vines crawled up the grungy white tile walls, the lights flickered every so often, and the windows were covered in dirt. Any sane teacher or security guard would never bother to investigate the scene, therefore, this spot is where most kids go to smoke, fuck, or skip class.
"Dump his ass, he isn't no man, he's still a boy." Marzia advised. "That's what everyone's telling me to do, but I don't know really know how? I mean I do know how but I don't-" Coral nervously rambled. Marzia sighed, "I think you should talk to him, and be honest." "I guess so. Ugh, being in a relationship is so hard." Coral complained. "And people wonder why I don't do boyfriends." Marzia shrugged.
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notes | melix
FanfictionDISCLAIMER: This story mentions underage smoking and drinking. No images used are my own. Shortly after Marzia first met the new, shy kid from Sweden, she's been receiving mysterious notes written on gum wrappers inside of her locker.
