"Kind of..." Craig admits.
Marilyn nods, "M'hm. Thought so."
"... I hear you're from Brooklyn. I've always wanted to visit New York, but New York city especially."
"Best city in the world." Marilyn states and puts her cd player in her bag.
Craig rubs the back of his neck, "How do you like it here so far?"
"I want to shoot myself."
"That's a little... harsh, don't you think? It's not that bad here."
"It is, and it's not harsh if you're me." Marilyn stands up and fixes her pants; black with silver chains hanging from them, death's heads attached to the chains, "You might want to get back to your friends. Paige looks like she's about to shed her human form." Slinging her messenger bag strap onto her shoulder, she starts off to the school steps.
Craig shuffles back to the table and sits down, "She's a little odd, maybe, but not scary or anything." He shrugs.
~*~
Liberty Van Zandt looked up from her lunch and at the tall girl in front of her, "Can I help you?"
"You're the editor of the newspaper, right?" Marilyn asked.
J.T York, who was sitting by Emma Nelson, Manny Santos, and Toby Issacks, sat up straight. He grinned at the gothic girl, "I lost my phone number... can I have yours?"
Marilyn looks across the table to J.T., "Nice try, kid."
Liberty laughs, "I am. Why do you ask?"
"I was interested in being a reporter, that is until the high school is back up and running again." Marilyn directs her attention back to Liberty, but then to Emma when she scoffs.
"You? Like anyone would take you seriously."
Marilyn smirks as she slides Emma's tray from the center of the table closer to the tiny blonde, "You haven't touched your food. I'd rather have people think of me as a joke than not at all."
"I'm sorry, but we have all of the reporters we need. We could use a photographer though, Craig Manning never got back to us." Liberty explains.
"I'll do it." Marilyn replies.
"Can you even take pictures?" Emma spits.
Marilyn pats her bag, "No. I just like to carry a camera around everywhere."
Emma glares and looks down at her food.
~*~
"Prick." Marilyn kicks her locker. She sighs, realizing that it won't open and sits on the floor. She hears snickers and murmurs as people walk by her, the remarks soaking into her like a sponge.
Sean Cameron walked past her, laughing as he looks at her and says something to Jimmy, Craig, and Spinner; loud enough for her to hear. "Do you think her face is covered with paint? Or did she die of fright when she saw her reflection in a mirror?" He hi-fives his friends, all but the frowning Craig, sending Marilyn bolting to her feet.
She walks over to the boys and begins to yell at them, "Look. If you have crap to say about me, you say it to my face!" Marilyn was causing a scene, people in the hallways began to stare.
Marilyn nods, "M'hm. Thought so."
"... I hear you're from Brooklyn. I've always wanted to visit New York, but New York city especially."
"Best city in the world." Marilyn states and puts her cd player in her bag.
Craig rubs the back of his neck, "How do you like it here so far?"
"I want to shoot myself."
"That's a little... harsh, don't you think? It's not that bad here."
"It is, and it's not harsh if you're me." Marilyn stands up and fixes her pants; black with silver chains hanging from them, death's heads attached to the chains, "You might want to get back to your friends. Paige looks like she's about to shed her human form." Slinging her messenger bag strap onto her shoulder, she starts off to the school steps.
Craig shuffles back to the table and sits down, "She's a little odd, maybe, but not scary or anything." He shrugs.
~*~
Liberty Van Zandt looked up from her lunch and at the tall girl in front of her, "Can I help you?"
"You're the editor of the newspaper, right?" Marilyn asked.
J.T York, who was sitting by Emma Nelson, Manny Santos, and Toby Issacks, sat up straight. He grinned at the gothic girl, "I lost my phone number... can I have yours?"
Marilyn looks across the table to J.T., "Nice try, kid."
Liberty laughs, "I am. Why do you ask?"
"I was interested in being a reporter, that is until the high school is back up and running again." Marilyn directs her attention back to Liberty, but then to Emma when she scoffs.
"You? Like anyone would take you seriously."
Marilyn smirks as she slides Emma's tray from the center of the table closer to the tiny blonde, "You haven't touched your food. I'd rather have people think of me as a joke than not at all."
"I'm sorry, but we have all of the reporters we need. We could use a photographer though, Craig Manning never got back to us." Liberty explains.
"I'll do it." Marilyn replies.
"Can you even take pictures?" Emma spits.
Marilyn pats her bag, "No. I just like to carry a camera around everywhere."
Emma glares and looks down at her food.
~*~
"Prick." Marilyn kicks her locker. She sighs, realizing that it won't open and sits on the floor. She hears snickers and murmurs as people walk by her, the remarks soaking into her like a sponge.
Sean Cameron walked past her, laughing as he looks at her and says something to Jimmy, Craig, and Spinner; loud enough for her to hear. "Do you think her face is covered with paint? Or did she die of fright when she saw her reflection in a mirror?" He hi-fives his friends, all but the frowning Craig, sending Marilyn bolting to her feet.
She walks over to the boys and begins to yell at them, "Look. If you have crap to say about me, you say it to my face!" Marilyn was causing a scene, people in the hallways began to stare.