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Chapter Two

    "Did you leave any friends back in New York?" Dad asks after downing a glass of milk. I grin to myself at the fact that he loves milk just as much as I do. Mom hates it so she makes me buy my own and I drink it a lot. 

    "Sort of." I answer as I stop petting Dad's dog, Violet, to take a sip out of my own glass. Don't get me wrong, I have friends, just not many close ones. In case you can't tell, I'm a fairly shy person around new people. The fact that I get nervous easily and am very paranoid about certain things makes it even harder for me to open up.

    Dad eyes me while pouring himself another glass. "Sort of?" His tone is confused. I shrug as a response. Nodding his head, he doesn't push any further with the conversation. I silently thank God that he is nothing like Mom. 

    When I'm finished drinking all the milk I can possibly drink in that time frame, I head upstairs to my room to unpack. Dad has a decent sized house considering he lives alone with just his dog.

    Standing there in the guest room (which has now become my room) I surprisingly feel right at home. The only thing missing is my human interaction. I've never been good at meeting new people or even making friends for that matter. I'm just an awkward person to be around. Biting my lip, I forget about unpacking and just fall onto my bed. Its way harder than the one I have at home but I couldn't care less. I stare at the white ceiling above my head for a while and just think. Thinking is something I do a lot. After a while I doze off and fall into my own little world. 

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    "Marley?" A voice echoes into my eardrums, causing me to snap awake. It doesn't sound like Dad.

    "Yes, Marley." That sounds like Dad. 

    "Who names their daughter Marley?" I hear a third voice. My heart stops and I feel a little hurt. I know Marley isn’t a really popular name for girls or for anyone actually but it's my name and I like it. Mom sure did when she gave me the name. I never stopped to think about what Dad thought of it.

    "Sammy, don't be a dumbass." A fourth voice orders, sounding annoyed. 

    "Yeah, Sammy, don't be a dumbass." Dad repeats. Laughter erupts. 

    "Sorry, John, I didn't mean to sound rude or anything." Sammy apologizes. Confusion stirs my emotions. Why are three random guys in my house talking to my dad about me, and why are they calling him by his first name?

    "Eh, it's fine, it was Christine's idea." I pout my lips and sit up, crossing my legs. Dad talks to them about Mom? I can't help but wonder if he doesn't like my name either. Should I change it? Have people call me by my middle name? 

    "I think it's pretty cool." The first voice I heard speaks up again. I smile, feeling relieved that my name isn’t so bad after all. 

    "Shut up, Jack, you're just a kiss-ass." Sammy jokes. I hear skin-on-skin contact and a loud OW! Come from Sammy. I can't help but laugh. 

    "Aw c'mon, Sam, you gotta admit it's a pretty chill name." The last nameless boy defends me for the second time. 

    "I guess..." Sammy admits. I hear a loud bark and assume I shouldn't be too worried since Violet's not freaking out about the boys' presence. 

    "Guys, do me a favor and take Violet out for a walk, I'm gonna go see how Marley's doing." Dad says. I hear chairs scraping against the floor and a lot of mumbled okay's. Violet's barks pierce the air. "Come back in like half an hour and don't make any plans, also tell your parents I'm making you stay here for dinner. I want Marley to meet you." 

    "I'm down for that!" Nameless boy sounds pumped, but I'm sure as hell not. My heart feels like it's in my throat and I'm almost certain my stomach is rotting. They're going to eat dinner here? 

    "Spaghetti night?" Jack asks excitedly. This makes me think that it's not the first time these boys have been over for dinner.

    "Of course! It's Tuesday isn't it?" I can hear the smirk in Dad's voice.

    My stomach rumbles at the thought. Spaghetti is one of my favorite foods. But the thought of Spaghetti only puts my mind at ease for a couple of seconds until Sammy shouts out that he can't wait to meet me before he walks out the door. As I hear Dad's footsteps coming up the stairs, I know I'm in deep shit.

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Yo guys I hope you enjoyed chapter two! I know it's still kinda slow but I'm getting there! Again if you have any suggestions feel free to tell me, chapter three will be up soon. <3 much love - gilinskyshigh