Marilyn had fallen asleep, her hair flattened out and she was contorted
into a tiny ball. Her mother walked into the bedroom and sighed when she
saw the sight of her daughter asleep, when there was well over a days work
still ahead of them. She hesitated before walking up to her daughter; silly
as it is, she was scared of half her own flesh and blood.
"Wake up, Marilyn." Mrs.Sterling shook her daughter's leg, "Some neighbors just rang the doorbell, they look about your age."
Marilyn groaned and opened her eyes, "And you want me to greet them?" She nodded to herself as she sat up, running her talon-like fingernails through the back of her hair, she made a mental note to see if she could find her favorite hair glue here.
Marilyn rolled out of her bed, adjusting her Bondage girl pants when she stood, and made her way to the front door. She shuddered when she got to the foyer, seeing the shape of a blonde in tight clothes, but then she chuckled knowing what surely will come. Marilyn jogged up to the door and placed her hand on the knob, turning it she opened the door, "Can I help you?"
Jimmy, Hazel, Spinner, and Paige jumped slightly, almost simultaneously, when they caught sight of Marilyn's eyes staring at them. Paige spoke up, "We just wanted to welcome you to town."
"Oh?" Marilyn replied, trying to hide the amusement working its way onto her expression.
"Yeah..." Jimmy spoke up, "We were hanging out in my lawn when we noticed you guys moving in."
Spinner swallowed, nearly scared half to death, and looked away from Marilyn's contacts, "I'm Spinner." He began to point to his friends, "That's Jimmy, Paige, and the one on the end is Hazel."
Marilyn took in Spinner's 'and-who-or-what-are-you' look, "Marilyn." She acknowledged herself, "What? No bat brain brownies?" She smirked, knowing full well that the four would take her seriously.
"Eegad, no." Hazel made a face, "Just a welcome."
"Thank you anyway." Marilyn backed out of the doorway and closed the door, laughing.
The four friends quickly scurried from the Sterling's front porch and made their way back to the Brook's home, "You don't think she was serious... do you?" Jimmy broke the odd silence, shutting the front door and looking out the peep hole.
"Of course she was, we all saw her." Paige crosses her arms, "That thing is coming to our school!"
~*~
"I give them ten minutes before they all run screaming." Marilyn thought as she looked up at Degrassi Community School, "No. More like two." She added, hearing whispers behind her. She was use to being the loner type anyway, so this wouldn't faze her... that much. She was in another country, so if the lies and rumors didn't kill her, the culture shock would.
Marilyn picked up her messenger bag, lying by her feet, and placed the strap on her shoulder. She pulled down her skirt with her left hand and took a deep breath, she took a step forward and began walking towards the school. Clicking her tongue was a nervous habit, right now the noise closely resembled horse hooves as she walked up the steps and opened one of the main doors.
Right away she knew that she was lost. The maps were little help so she decided to find the office on her own, but luck would have it that she ran into someone as she turned the corner.
"Watch it!" A male's voice yelled, he turned around and looked up to see who smacked into him.
"You watch it." Marilyn shot back to Spinner, "Who stands at the corners of hallways anyway."
Spinner looked up, and into Marilyn's now red eyes, "Maybe if your eyes would stop changing color you'd be able to see where you're going."
"Maybe if you weren't so short I wouldn't slam into you." Marilyn stood over Spinner, only because of her large boots. She pushed past him and continued down the hall, looking for the office. She finally found it, after what seemed like hours, and entered.
~*~
She stands beside Mr. Simpson. Media Immersion was her first class of the day, she'd much rather have art or music, but it wasn't meant to be. All the classes that Marilyn detested were before her last two hours; Literature and Art.
"We have a new student with us, guys. Marilyn-" Mr. Simpson began, but was interrupted by Paige.
"Manson." She snickers.
Marilyn crosses her arms, "Actually, no. That's an insult to Marilyn Manson. My mother's obsessed with Marilyn Monroe, but my last name's Ster- ling." She drags out her last name, as if speaking to a very slow child.
"Tell us about yourself." Mr. Simpson smiles.
"There's nothing much to tell. I used to live in Brooklyn, New York, but I was taken here against my will. I'm sixteen and loathing every minute of it, and I wish that everyone in the world would die and leave me alone. Any questions?"
Jimmy smiles and starts to talk, "What's with all the make-up? What's up with the messed up cross? Do your eyes change color every freaking second?" He laughs along with a few other people.
"I'm what you would call a goth; I'm a non conformist, which is actually conforming to non conformism. This is an inverted cross, though I'm not a Satanist, I like to see how people judge." Marilyn raises a hand to her face, a black nail touches the contact in her right eye and moves it around. There are some grossed out groans, but some people keep looking and see distinctive green eyes behind the red lenses, "Contacts."
"Well... there's an open spot next to Spinner." Mr. Simpson points out.
Gritting her teeth, Marilyn walks over to the rows of computers and takes the seat next to Spinner. She was at the last computer, nearest the isle, and was glad for that; she's be able to get out of the class faster.
Spinner turns his head and looks at Marilyn. He starts to count the piercings that he can see, he gets to 19 before he has to work again; 15 and a gauge in her right ear, a lip-ring, an eyebrow piercing, and the tongue-ring... 34 in all. Spinner shudders.
~*~
"She's scary!" Paige exclaims, "Just look at her!"
Craig Manning looks over at the object of Paige's discomfort. Marilyn is sitting on the grass, headphones on and leaning against a tree. Her eyes are closed, arms crossed, and a foot tapping to the beat of the music that was snaking its way through the are; their table was only 20 feet away and they could hear the music fine, but had no idea what band it was. "She's Ashley multiplied by 500," Craig laughs kindheartedly, "but she doesn't seem that scary."
There were stifled laughs around the table and Hazel speaks up, "Well, I hate her already."
"Why? You don't even know her- none of us do." Craig questions.
Jimmy laughs, "Go talk to her then, if you don't get scared out of your pants before you can get a word in." He points a potato chip over in Marilyn's direction, "She's probably a mass murderer."
"Yeah," Spinner chimes in, "and she like, kills hundreds of people."
Craig shakes his head with a laugh. He stands up and wipes crumbs off of his pants, "I'll do it. If I don't come back in 15 minutes... call the police." He laughs and starts off toward Marilyn, as he's walking the blaring music gets louder. Craig steps up beside Mariyln's outstretched legs and clears his throat, "What are you listening to?"
Marilyn opens one eye and sees Craig looming over her. Shutting off her cd player, she takes off her headphones, "Megadeth."
"Are they any good?"
"They are to me." Marilyn looks up at Craig again, "And you are?"
"I'm Craig, Craig Manning."
"Marilyn. Tell me, Craig, those friends of yours bribe you to talk to me?"
"Wake up, Marilyn." Mrs.Sterling shook her daughter's leg, "Some neighbors just rang the doorbell, they look about your age."
Marilyn groaned and opened her eyes, "And you want me to greet them?" She nodded to herself as she sat up, running her talon-like fingernails through the back of her hair, she made a mental note to see if she could find her favorite hair glue here.
Marilyn rolled out of her bed, adjusting her Bondage girl pants when she stood, and made her way to the front door. She shuddered when she got to the foyer, seeing the shape of a blonde in tight clothes, but then she chuckled knowing what surely will come. Marilyn jogged up to the door and placed her hand on the knob, turning it she opened the door, "Can I help you?"
Jimmy, Hazel, Spinner, and Paige jumped slightly, almost simultaneously, when they caught sight of Marilyn's eyes staring at them. Paige spoke up, "We just wanted to welcome you to town."
"Oh?" Marilyn replied, trying to hide the amusement working its way onto her expression.
"Yeah..." Jimmy spoke up, "We were hanging out in my lawn when we noticed you guys moving in."
Spinner swallowed, nearly scared half to death, and looked away from Marilyn's contacts, "I'm Spinner." He began to point to his friends, "That's Jimmy, Paige, and the one on the end is Hazel."
Marilyn took in Spinner's 'and-who-or-what-are-you' look, "Marilyn." She acknowledged herself, "What? No bat brain brownies?" She smirked, knowing full well that the four would take her seriously.
"Eegad, no." Hazel made a face, "Just a welcome."
"Thank you anyway." Marilyn backed out of the doorway and closed the door, laughing.
The four friends quickly scurried from the Sterling's front porch and made their way back to the Brook's home, "You don't think she was serious... do you?" Jimmy broke the odd silence, shutting the front door and looking out the peep hole.
"Of course she was, we all saw her." Paige crosses her arms, "That thing is coming to our school!"
~*~
"I give them ten minutes before they all run screaming." Marilyn thought as she looked up at Degrassi Community School, "No. More like two." She added, hearing whispers behind her. She was use to being the loner type anyway, so this wouldn't faze her... that much. She was in another country, so if the lies and rumors didn't kill her, the culture shock would.
Marilyn picked up her messenger bag, lying by her feet, and placed the strap on her shoulder. She pulled down her skirt with her left hand and took a deep breath, she took a step forward and began walking towards the school. Clicking her tongue was a nervous habit, right now the noise closely resembled horse hooves as she walked up the steps and opened one of the main doors.
Right away she knew that she was lost. The maps were little help so she decided to find the office on her own, but luck would have it that she ran into someone as she turned the corner.
"Watch it!" A male's voice yelled, he turned around and looked up to see who smacked into him.
"You watch it." Marilyn shot back to Spinner, "Who stands at the corners of hallways anyway."
Spinner looked up, and into Marilyn's now red eyes, "Maybe if your eyes would stop changing color you'd be able to see where you're going."
"Maybe if you weren't so short I wouldn't slam into you." Marilyn stood over Spinner, only because of her large boots. She pushed past him and continued down the hall, looking for the office. She finally found it, after what seemed like hours, and entered.
~*~
She stands beside Mr. Simpson. Media Immersion was her first class of the day, she'd much rather have art or music, but it wasn't meant to be. All the classes that Marilyn detested were before her last two hours; Literature and Art.
"We have a new student with us, guys. Marilyn-" Mr. Simpson began, but was interrupted by Paige.
"Manson." She snickers.
Marilyn crosses her arms, "Actually, no. That's an insult to Marilyn Manson. My mother's obsessed with Marilyn Monroe, but my last name's Ster- ling." She drags out her last name, as if speaking to a very slow child.
"Tell us about yourself." Mr. Simpson smiles.
"There's nothing much to tell. I used to live in Brooklyn, New York, but I was taken here against my will. I'm sixteen and loathing every minute of it, and I wish that everyone in the world would die and leave me alone. Any questions?"
Jimmy smiles and starts to talk, "What's with all the make-up? What's up with the messed up cross? Do your eyes change color every freaking second?" He laughs along with a few other people.
"I'm what you would call a goth; I'm a non conformist, which is actually conforming to non conformism. This is an inverted cross, though I'm not a Satanist, I like to see how people judge." Marilyn raises a hand to her face, a black nail touches the contact in her right eye and moves it around. There are some grossed out groans, but some people keep looking and see distinctive green eyes behind the red lenses, "Contacts."
"Well... there's an open spot next to Spinner." Mr. Simpson points out.
Gritting her teeth, Marilyn walks over to the rows of computers and takes the seat next to Spinner. She was at the last computer, nearest the isle, and was glad for that; she's be able to get out of the class faster.
Spinner turns his head and looks at Marilyn. He starts to count the piercings that he can see, he gets to 19 before he has to work again; 15 and a gauge in her right ear, a lip-ring, an eyebrow piercing, and the tongue-ring... 34 in all. Spinner shudders.
~*~
"She's scary!" Paige exclaims, "Just look at her!"
Craig Manning looks over at the object of Paige's discomfort. Marilyn is sitting on the grass, headphones on and leaning against a tree. Her eyes are closed, arms crossed, and a foot tapping to the beat of the music that was snaking its way through the are; their table was only 20 feet away and they could hear the music fine, but had no idea what band it was. "She's Ashley multiplied by 500," Craig laughs kindheartedly, "but she doesn't seem that scary."
There were stifled laughs around the table and Hazel speaks up, "Well, I hate her already."
"Why? You don't even know her- none of us do." Craig questions.
Jimmy laughs, "Go talk to her then, if you don't get scared out of your pants before you can get a word in." He points a potato chip over in Marilyn's direction, "She's probably a mass murderer."
"Yeah," Spinner chimes in, "and she like, kills hundreds of people."
Craig shakes his head with a laugh. He stands up and wipes crumbs off of his pants, "I'll do it. If I don't come back in 15 minutes... call the police." He laughs and starts off toward Marilyn, as he's walking the blaring music gets louder. Craig steps up beside Mariyln's outstretched legs and clears his throat, "What are you listening to?"
Marilyn opens one eye and sees Craig looming over her. Shutting off her cd player, she takes off her headphones, "Megadeth."
"Are they any good?"
"They are to me." Marilyn looks up at Craig again, "And you are?"
"I'm Craig, Craig Manning."
"Marilyn. Tell me, Craig, those friends of yours bribe you to talk to me?"