Hi. I'm Marina Joyce. I believe I'm a cat in a human body. I guess it started when I was younger, I used to play around and act as if I was cat. I would not eat proper meals, just drank milk from a saucer. I now know better and eat human meals.
I've lived in London all my life, it's quite a rough estate where I live. There is fights every night. Drug dealers on nearly every block. Don't even get me started on the little kids, disgraceful. However, I know that my mother and my family aren't like that. We've always taken pride in our little flat. Although we couldn't afford much, mum always kept our place in pristine condition. Its cute really. She walks around the house in her little pinny, and her bandana to keep her hair off her face. She's quite little also, it's funny to watch her potter about the house with a hoover.
Everything was great. Until I started Comprehensive School.
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Marina.
أدب الهواةA fiction about Marina Joyce. Throughout this short story Marina faces many tough times. WARNING Contains mentions of Self Harm, Smut and Self Hating.
