August 25th, 1979
Marshall Mathers was starting second grade. He cried all morning but that wouldn't change the fact that he had to go.
His mother had woken him up around seven o'clock and he grumpily got up. Like usual, Marshall stood on a mini stool to see himself on the cracked mirror in the bathroom.
His front teeth were coming in.
'Momma!'
'Yes dear!' Called his mother from the kitchen.
Marshall hopped off and headed down to their tiny kitchen. There he found his mother spreading icky peanut butter on slabs of bread.
'My teeth are coming in'
'Let's see'
Marshall pulled up his upper lip showing off his new teeth. Debbie secretly crossed her fingers that he wouldn't be needing braces.
'Oh very nice'
Marshall grinned. 'Mama, can I stay home?'
His mother had gone on to making him breakfast. 'Certainly not'
'MOMMY PLEASE!'
Marshall bursted out crying. His mother sighed and continued making him breakfast.
'I HATE SCHOOL!'
'Marshall, if you wanna be someone in life, you gotta go to school. Or continue being a nobody'
'NO! IM STAYING HOME!'
Marshall ran and his under his bed. It was dark and nasty but it was worth it. Thinking she wouldn't find him, he started taking to himself.
'I hate school'
'Yeah'
'Jonathan said if he saw me again, he'd hit me'
'Wow'
'I want to stay here'
'But not down here'
A second different voice said 'Too bad for you, you're going to school'
'No!'
Debbie pulled him out from under the bed. Marshall kicked and screamed but she had a tight grip on him.
She stood him on the bed and did the unthinkable. She slapped him.
'Now listen here. I don't care if you're not liking school or whatever. But you're going and that's that'
Marshall's cheek throbbed. But he remained silent.
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He was late on the first day. He was complaining he was hungry.
'SHUT THE FUCK MARSHALL! IT'S YOUR PROBLEM YOU DIDN'T EAT!'
The school's lobby was silent. His mother looked at the time on her watch. 9:50.
'I'm hungry!'
'I told you to shut up! '
Marshall was fed up. 'You shut up'
And again Debbie smacked him across the face. His cheek was even more red. She had to leave.
'I'll pick you up later. Bye baby'
She hugged him and left him there outside the building on his own.
Marshall Mathers just stood there like an idiot an saw his mother's car drive out. It was until much much later that a staff member was leaving the campus that he found Marshall sitting on the ground drawing pictures on the mud.
(A/N sorry for the long wait. Writers block :/)
