Marilyn climbed out of a red SUV; black eyes looking up at the red brick
house before her. A disgusted sigh escaped her lips and she turned her head
to direct her attention to the adults, who were smiling broadly, "Canada?
You brought me to Canada?" Her tongue-ring occasionally hit the roof of her
mouth as she formed words, "It's not like I'm a serial killer."
The older man addressed his daughter, not looking at her, "You might as well be. After all those stunts you pulled at your old school, we wouldn't be able to hold our heads up high."
"Stunts?" Marilyn ran a hand through her hair, "You always said to express myself." She pointed out.
"Would you take the time to look at yourself!" Her mother shrieked, "You're a Satan worshiper!"
"Correction, Mother, I'm not a Satanist." Marilyn shot back, shutting the car door.
"Enough, Marilyn." Her Father looked at her, ashamed at her appearance; black embracing everything except her ghastly pale skin.
"If the people here start calling me 'Yank...' I'm out." Marilyn walks to the back of the vehicle and opens the trunk door. The movers had come the day before, her Mother had flown over and stayed behind to direct where everything was to be set, she then came to the airport to wait for the rest of her family. She pulls out a couple small boxes and stacks them on top of one another. "I loved New York, we could have moved to Queens, Albany, Stillwater... not Canada."
Marilyn quickly carried the boxes inside the house before her parents could have the last word. She kicked the front door closed, after a long struggle with opening it, and began to look for the staircase. A family friend had done a house search for the Sterling's and described this house in detail to Marilyn's parents, but not to her.
Marilyn sighed; the boxes gaining weight her arms. She finally found the staircase, at the back of the house, and made her way up them. "Last door on the... left, was it?" Marilyn thought to herself, blowing a loose strand of hair out of her face. She didn't know, she was always clueless about absolutely everything, but decided that she'd find out sooner or later.
~*~
"Oh... myGod." Paige Michalchuk let out in one breath, "What was that?"
Hazel Aden sat up from her laying position on the grass, "What was what?"
Paige pointed across the street, "That... thing that climbed out of the SUV."
Jimmy Brooks, who was playing cards with Spinner Mason, turned his head to look where Paige was pointing, "I don't see anything."
"There was this girl, at least I think that's what it was, and she was a- a- " Paige stammered.
"Goth? Yeah, I saw... big deal." Spinner places a queen of clubs on the lawn and pokes Jimmy in the arm, "Go fish."
Paige rolled her eyes, laying back down next to her best friend, and replaced her pink sunglasses back in front of her eyes.
~*~
Marilyn found her room and set the heavy boxes in the middle of the floor. She stood up and looked around, a pink tint on the walls matching the pink carpet, "Ugh. First thing... new carpet and a coat of paint." She sighed and walked forward to her ebony four poster bed. Falling back on it, she looks up at the dingy ceiling and gagged, "Out of one festering pool of judgment and into another."
The older man addressed his daughter, not looking at her, "You might as well be. After all those stunts you pulled at your old school, we wouldn't be able to hold our heads up high."
"Stunts?" Marilyn ran a hand through her hair, "You always said to express myself." She pointed out.
"Would you take the time to look at yourself!" Her mother shrieked, "You're a Satan worshiper!"
"Correction, Mother, I'm not a Satanist." Marilyn shot back, shutting the car door.
"Enough, Marilyn." Her Father looked at her, ashamed at her appearance; black embracing everything except her ghastly pale skin.
"If the people here start calling me 'Yank...' I'm out." Marilyn walks to the back of the vehicle and opens the trunk door. The movers had come the day before, her Mother had flown over and stayed behind to direct where everything was to be set, she then came to the airport to wait for the rest of her family. She pulls out a couple small boxes and stacks them on top of one another. "I loved New York, we could have moved to Queens, Albany, Stillwater... not Canada."
Marilyn quickly carried the boxes inside the house before her parents could have the last word. She kicked the front door closed, after a long struggle with opening it, and began to look for the staircase. A family friend had done a house search for the Sterling's and described this house in detail to Marilyn's parents, but not to her.
Marilyn sighed; the boxes gaining weight her arms. She finally found the staircase, at the back of the house, and made her way up them. "Last door on the... left, was it?" Marilyn thought to herself, blowing a loose strand of hair out of her face. She didn't know, she was always clueless about absolutely everything, but decided that she'd find out sooner or later.
~*~
"Oh... myGod." Paige Michalchuk let out in one breath, "What was that?"
Hazel Aden sat up from her laying position on the grass, "What was what?"
Paige pointed across the street, "That... thing that climbed out of the SUV."
Jimmy Brooks, who was playing cards with Spinner Mason, turned his head to look where Paige was pointing, "I don't see anything."
"There was this girl, at least I think that's what it was, and she was a- a- " Paige stammered.
"Goth? Yeah, I saw... big deal." Spinner places a queen of clubs on the lawn and pokes Jimmy in the arm, "Go fish."
Paige rolled her eyes, laying back down next to her best friend, and replaced her pink sunglasses back in front of her eyes.
~*~
Marilyn found her room and set the heavy boxes in the middle of the floor. She stood up and looked around, a pink tint on the walls matching the pink carpet, "Ugh. First thing... new carpet and a coat of paint." She sighed and walked forward to her ebony four poster bed. Falling back on it, she looks up at the dingy ceiling and gagged, "Out of one festering pool of judgment and into another."