**** Let it be known Marcus Flint belongs to the brillant Jk Rowling.
But it's fun to pretend. Read and review. This is like a diary slash
thoughts kinda thing. Takes after a qudditch match against Gryffindor. I
wanted to show how Marcus Flint has feelings. And is human. And that he is
capable of loving. Even he needs to be loved.*****
*Fucking* Gryffindor. We lost to that dirty Oliver Wood. It doesn't matter what I do. That Potter and him always seem to pull it off. They think thier so great. *Fuck* them. *Fuck* them all. If we went up against each other fist to fist,
they'd lose.
I hate this life. This * damn* school. My parents don't care about me. My father has his death eater life. He wants me to be one of them. My mom wants me to be too. I lie about them. I say their not involved with you- know-who. I cover their tracks. And why? Because they are family. *Hell* they might not even do the same for me. I have cuts on me. Cuts from my father. He tell's me he does it to make me stonger. I get bruises from him. He tell's me to tighten my muscles so he can punch me. Makes me stronger. He is my *fucking* dad. What can I do. And my mom. She isn't even my real mom. My real mom was killed. Probally by my father. I am the only child. I have no siblings. No one to relate to. No family that even remotly cares.
School. Yeah, I don't even have good marks. * Fucking * teachers give them to the *damn* Gryffindors. Because their precious little babies. And Wood. Yeah, Oliver Wood the heart throb. That God * Damned* pansy. Once Adrain and I gained up against him. We broke two of his ribs, and broke his nose. Not to mention all the bruises. It was a good day. He tell's people all the time I cheat. Well so what! How else am I to win against that *ass*? Hoch only calls a few things against him and everything against me. Now, every time I lose a match aginst him, he rubs it in.
I'll have to admit though being a quidditch captain has it's advantages. My father shows me off to all his "friends." He even a couple of times helped me professional qudditch players. Being the Syltherin quidditch captain is probally the only reason I got dates for the dance.
* Fuck* it's probally the only reason I even can get a girl.Girl. That reminds me. Their is one thing in my life that keeps me alive. It's the only thing that keeps me from becoming like my father.
She's the only thing.
Nyah. Just the sound of her name. She's my girlfriend. I hate being romantic and poetice. But, *damn* she makes me that way. Every thing about her. Why she likes me. God you got mt there. She's beautiful. But it's not just that. She respects me. She likes me. ( How wierd.) She got a amazing personality. She made me promise her.
Promise her I wouldn't turn into my father.
But I think she knows something. Something about my family. How? I don't know. I would do anything for her. Even die. It's not like this * fucking* world needs me now does it.
She is on my quidditch team. She has never once let amother player score. She's the keeper. Nyah....
Maybe she doesn't love me. Then what the *hell* am I here living for?
*Fucking* Gryffindor. We lost to that dirty Oliver Wood. It doesn't matter what I do. That Potter and him always seem to pull it off. They think thier so great. *Fuck* them. *Fuck* them all. If we went up against each other fist to fist,
they'd lose.
I hate this life. This * damn* school. My parents don't care about me. My father has his death eater life. He wants me to be one of them. My mom wants me to be too. I lie about them. I say their not involved with you- know-who. I cover their tracks. And why? Because they are family. *Hell* they might not even do the same for me. I have cuts on me. Cuts from my father. He tell's me he does it to make me stonger. I get bruises from him. He tell's me to tighten my muscles so he can punch me. Makes me stronger. He is my *fucking* dad. What can I do. And my mom. She isn't even my real mom. My real mom was killed. Probally by my father. I am the only child. I have no siblings. No one to relate to. No family that even remotly cares.
School. Yeah, I don't even have good marks. * Fucking * teachers give them to the *damn* Gryffindors. Because their precious little babies. And Wood. Yeah, Oliver Wood the heart throb. That God * Damned* pansy. Once Adrain and I gained up against him. We broke two of his ribs, and broke his nose. Not to mention all the bruises. It was a good day. He tell's people all the time I cheat. Well so what! How else am I to win against that *ass*? Hoch only calls a few things against him and everything against me. Now, every time I lose a match aginst him, he rubs it in.
I'll have to admit though being a quidditch captain has it's advantages. My father shows me off to all his "friends." He even a couple of times helped me professional qudditch players. Being the Syltherin quidditch captain is probally the only reason I got dates for the dance.
* Fuck* it's probally the only reason I even can get a girl.Girl. That reminds me. Their is one thing in my life that keeps me alive. It's the only thing that keeps me from becoming like my father.
She's the only thing.
Nyah. Just the sound of her name. She's my girlfriend. I hate being romantic and poetice. But, *damn* she makes me that way. Every thing about her. Why she likes me. God you got mt there. She's beautiful. But it's not just that. She respects me. She likes me. ( How wierd.) She got a amazing personality. She made me promise her.
Promise her I wouldn't turn into my father.
But I think she knows something. Something about my family. How? I don't know. I would do anything for her. Even die. It's not like this * fucking* world needs me now does it.
She is on my quidditch team. She has never once let amother player score. She's the keeper. Nyah....
Maybe she doesn't love me. Then what the *hell* am I here living for?