Sold to Cobra Starship???

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Hello, my name is Marco. I am a 17 year old girl who lives in new york city, but i don't live in the good parts with bright lights and big ambitions. I live in the slums. I hear prostitutes every night and gunshots.

And yes, you're probably wondering. Marco? Isn't that a boys name? And you would be right. I was born in the attic of my fathers crackhead friend Edgar and when i was born he was so high on black tar heroin he confused me for a baby boy. My mom didn't care at all so she didn't question anything or even bother to see me herself.

I was nothing but an accident to her and she treated me as such. Ever since I could remember, she made me call her by her full name, "Katherine" instead of mom or mommy. She hated me the second I was born. When I was born, my dad was so scared to be a father he snorted bath salts in a taco bell parking lot to relax and died. So even more reason for my mom to hate me, for apparently killing my father.

Anyway, enough of the sob story. I'm currently sitting in my room, finishing the rest of my algebra homework. I'm listening to my favorite band, Cobra Starship. My favorite song by them is pleasure ryland, what a bop. I put my hair into a messy bun and as I do my homework I bite my nails. I'm just quirky like that.

I'm not like most girls. I listen to Arctic Monkeys, Cobra Starship, Lana Del Rey and Billie Eilish. While other of those basic bitches in my grade listen to Cardi B and XXXtentacle nation. Trash! Sorry, Cobra starship paved the way for the Beatles and that's that.

I put my homework away, not completed because fuck algebra. I lay down in my bed, sighing loudly. My mom doesn't let me hang out with my friends, claiming they will die if they are near me. But jokes on her, I have absolutely no friends.

As I turn on the song "It's the amateur night at apollo creed" I think of my old friend Aneissa, before she left to go follow homesafe on tour and dropped out of school.

"Pack your shit, you dumb bitch." She hisses at me, taking a puff of her cigarette and blowing it directly at my face. "I sold you to some bums on the street"

"Are you fucking serious?" I get up, completely baffled. I knew my mom hated my guts, but enough to sell me to some random dudes on the street?

"Yes, now fucking move. These people don't have all day." She says, throwing a suitcase out of nowhere and hitting me right in the head.

As she hit me, I black out.

When I wake up, i'm in the back of a van that is painted neon pink with cheetah print inside. It's made obvious to me this van never left 2009, and i started to grow worried.

My mom just kicked me out. I didn't even get a chance to put my flannel on and my white converse on. This is absolutely trash.

"She's awake." A mysterious voice announces, but it sounds familiar. I get up, and see none other than Ryland Blackington looking at me.

The rest of the band turns their heads to stare me down, except Alex, whose driving. And that's when I see none other than Gabe Saporta.

"Did Cobra Starship just save me from the bums my mom was talking about?" I exclaim, excited to finally go home.

The car grows silent, and Gabe looks extremely uncomfortable. Ryland gives me a bizarre look. "She called us bums?"

Wait a minute. Are they trying to tell me they bought me from my mom?

"Listen, this wasn't our idea." Gabe stammers, attempting to fill the awkward silence. "We just-"

"It was mine." Vicky interrupts, looking at me devilishly. "We needed a slave to clean our mansion we just bought with all the money our killer album "hot mess" made. We tried getting Carden or Tessa to do it, but they ran away and we didn't feel like getting them and them making a big fuss over it."

What?

"How much did you buy me for?" I asked, confused. Couldn't they just get a maid?

"5 bucks. I wanted a sprite." Vicky says. "Don't beat yourself up kid. All you gotta do is clean for us and you get to live with us"

5 bucks. That's all my mom took to get me out of the house. I started crying, and when I cry my green orbs turn into a hazel and my makeup gets everywhere.

"Hey! Don't cry." Ryland tried to comfort me. "We throw awesome parties at the mansion! Do you like Jon Walker? He goes to all of them!"

I cried harder. "No!"

Ryland gave me an uncomfortable smile and immediately turned away, giving up on his mission to make me feel slightly better.

And soon, we were at the cobra starship mansion, where my future as a slave would take place.

Gabe grabbed all my bags for me, and gave me a sad smile as he brought them inside.

And from today, I was the Cobra Starship mansion slave.