Monday - Marie

"Monday you can fall apart."

"Well, girls," Lee started, twirling a flyaway red curl around her finger, "I think today was pretty good."

"Yeah!" May cheered excitedly. "It was good seeing our boyfriends!"

Marie continued to repaint her nails. "Yeah, it was real nice."

"Why you so quiet, Marie?" Lee asked in her gravelly voice. Lee and May were lounging on the couch, while Marie lay in the floor in front of them.

"I'm tired, that's all, Can't a girl get some alone time around here, sheesh!" Marie snarled at them as she waved her hand about in the air.

"Hehe, we saw you take your Edd away into the woods, Marie." Lee's mouth curled up into an odd, wry smile.

Marie shrugged. "Just 'cause me and my honey like time alone doesn't mean nothin', Lee." She stood and checked her nails in the light. "I'm hittin' the sack, night." May and Lee glanced at each other, both unsure of what was going on in their middle sister's head.

Marie walked into the bathroom. It was a wreck, just like the rest of the trailer, but she kicked whatever was in her away across the room and stood in front of the mirror. She leaned forward and looked closely at her face. Her blue hair was short and messy, like usual. Her eye was covered in powdery blue shadow, and beneath them a dusting of freckles resided. When she smiled, her teeth were a little off color and she looked more like she was smirking.

"I just know he likes that Nazz girl…" Marie mumbled to herself as she pulled at a loose blue hair. She didn't think she was ugly; actually, she thought she was rather pretty. It bothered her that Double Dee didn't return her affections the way she wanted him to, and she had began to ponder if it was her appearance that was lackluster. She examined her clothes, the same black midriff and cargo pants she had always worn. Marie shook her head and sat down on the lip of the bathtub.

In her mind, she began to ponder her personality. Perhaps she was too rough with him? Marie bit her lip; she couldn't change her rough exterior. She had built up her menacing persona over the years, and she couldn't help but like that people didn't want to mess with her. She enjoyed being a strong female who did what she wanted.

Her thoughts turned to Edd. He was quiet, polite, sweet, and oh-so smart. She smiled as she conjured up his image in her head. He was always going off into some tangent about morality to his friends, and his cleanliness made her swoon in the strangest way. He was everything she wasn't, and for a split second she didn't blame the boy for turning her away with disinterest. Her Kanker attitude wouldn't let her entertain those thoughts for long, though, and soon she grew angry that he couldn't just accept her love. Part of her didn't care if he hated her kisses, he would take them anyway.

Deep down, Marie knew that this was not how it was supposed to be, but she didn't know if she could show her softer side. She wasn't just this rough girl, trailer trash that no one liked. She knew that she had other things to her personality. Her thick skin wouldn't let that raw part of her through; she had trained herself that way, had lived that way too long. There was no way she could change now.

With a sigh of defeat, she skulked to her room, where she knew that she was safe in her own skin.