Trouble
Smile
Chapter 1
Marilynn
It has been nearly three weeks since Mason left me to pursue his dream to become a musician. The only way I would have been able to stop him was if I said I loved him but I couldn’t say those words. I do love him but in a brotherly-sisterly way; as much as I tried to in the romantic way, it just was not possible. I hope he hadn’t expected me to run inside the airport and kiss him because if he did then that must have left him in awful disappointment.
Besides Mason, my only other friend had been Desiree (deseray), she’s pretty much like me expect only a little less of a hassle; the rest of my friends are what I consider fake, they’re of misfits that refuse to obey their parents. I remember one time Desiree and I spray-painted Principal Herington’s office; the reason for that is he proposed to my mother. How could Alden aka Shitface do that? Seriously have some respect.
It all started when I was placing worms in the cheerleaders’ lockers I got caught, he called my mom, they had coffee and next thing you one he wants me to call him dad. Like bitch no. I am quite popular in school but at the same time I am also hated. Hated by people who can’t “stand” to be near me, they find me reckless and annoying.
At this moment I am heading to school in my black skinnies, converse and a white blouse along with my locket. My wavy hair is in a pony and I am only wearing mascara and lip-gloss, I was too lazy to apply the rest of my makeup.
I was supposed to pick up Desiree but she decided to ride with her boyfriend instead, she sickens me. She just loves to rub it in my face that I’m single and she isn’t. I’m still planning my next scheme for Alden Herrington. Only that Desiree isn’t willing to help me because of her dumbass boyfriend, so I’m just going to ask Nathan for help.
Nathan is an ex of mine but we are still pretty good friends. He’s worse than me so you can only imagine the kind of guy he is. I arrived at the hellhole pretending to be a school. Walking through the school doors only to have people stare at me, great just what I needed. “What?” I said glaring at the idiots staring at me.
“Everyone watch out, we don’t want to get in trouble with the Dean’s daughter” some girl sneered that I don’t even know. That girl needs to fuck off because I am not His daughter.
“What?” I spit out at her.
“Well your mommy is marrying Sir, Herrington, its best if we don’t push you now” She doesn’t know what’s coming.
I stepped closer. “Of course a nosy little bitch like you would know, but what you don’t know is that I can make your life miserable here so if I were you, I would shut the hell up.” I started walking away but stopped in my tracks when she spoke up again. “I’m not afraid of you!” She called out, trying to seem cool in front of her lame friends; clearly I saw right through that. I turned around facing her, a few feet away. “We’ll see about that” With saying just that I left looking for Desire.
/
I made it to 6th period, last period of the day, God bless. Art class is the only class I like. I’m actually pretty cool with the teacher. Well everyone is but I have that close bond with her; she even asked us to call her Marissa when other teachers or supervisors aren’t around because she could get into some trouble with that. I swear though she’s so cool; in all honesty Marissa is like a second mother.
“Alright class, so yesterday we drew or sketches, correct?”
There were yesses, yups and nods being shared. “Alright well I would like for all of you to try painting them on the canvases.
“Marissa, what if we didn’t finish our sketch?” I said pretty loud enough for her to hear me. “It really doesn’t matter, Mary. As long as you know what’s your vision. Every mistake we make just prefects our art each time.” She gave me a warm smile.
“Okay” I said giving a side smile. I swear I don’t know how she is the only teacher to get me to behave. Well her and my history teacher, she’s in her 60’s and refuses to retire.
“Wait.” Nathan said.
“Yes Nathan?” she responded
“I thought the canvases were to expensive for each one of us?” he stated.
“Well I paid for a third but the rest was paid by the school well Sir, Herrington.” You have to be fucking kidding me? He never paid for any of the art supplies and all of a sudden he’s engaged to my mother and he is all about art.
“Marissa, can I have the canvas that you, yourself paid for?” I did not want anything to do with Shitface.
“Absolutely, I have no problem with that.” She responded.
“All right let’s get started, shall we?” the whole class nodded.
Once the class got their supplies, set up their canvases we all got started. Marissa played some music. Its funny because everyone here like the same type of music even the nerds you wouldn’t expect. Even if someone had never listened to a specific band or artist they would instantly like him or her right away. San Cisco started playing through the speakers and I was instantly in the zone.
All of a sudden Marissa receives a phone call. Of course she answered. Who ever called her on the phone must have had some sort of compromise with her because she exchanged a couple ‘okays’ and she even threw in ‘a don’t worry’.
“Yes, yes you too. Good day Harry” and she ended the call.
“Who was that?” Jason asked.
“That was my art assistant, he was suppose to come in today but apparently something came up so he will not be showing up until Wednesday.”
“Art assistant?” Kate then asked.
“Yeah, he’s a student of my brother’s, he is doing this for college credit. He’s only a few years older than you guys. So girls please behave, I know you girls are in the hormonal stage in your life.” Please. She doesn’t have to worry about me.
“Oh c’mon Marissa!” Sarah shouted; I never liked her. In ninth grade she put glue in my hair, dumb bitch. “I said no, besides Harold isn’t interested in younger girls. He is just here for college credit and will most likely not be the best mannered guy. Trust me he has a bit of an attitude.” She laughed off, Marissa likes attitude. I couldn’t care less,
Marilynn
It has been nearly three weeks since Mason left me to pursue his dream to become a musician. The only way I would have been able to stop him was if I said I loved him but I couldn’t say those words. I do love him but in a brotherly-sisterly way; as much as I tried to in the romantic way, it just was not possible. I hope he hadn’t expected me to run inside the airport and kiss him because if he did then that must have left him in awful disappointment.
Besides Mason, my only other friend had been Desiree (deseray), she’s pretty much like me expect only a little less of a hassle; the rest of my friends are what I consider fake, they’re of misfits that refuse to obey their parents. I remember one time Desiree and I spray-painted Principal Herington’s office; the reason for that is he proposed to my mother. How could Alden aka Shitface do that? Seriously have some respect.
It all started when I was placing worms in the cheerleaders’ lockers I got caught, he called my mom, they had coffee and next thing you one he wants me to call him dad. Like bitch no. I am quite popular in school but at the same time I am also hated. Hated by people who can’t “stand” to be near me, they find me reckless and annoying.
At this moment I am heading to school in my black skinnies, converse and a white blouse along with my locket. My wavy hair is in a pony and I am only wearing mascara and lip-gloss, I was too lazy to apply the rest of my makeup.
I was supposed to pick up Desiree but she decided to ride with her boyfriend instead, she sickens me. She just loves to rub it in my face that I’m single and she isn’t. I’m still planning my next scheme for Alden Herrington. Only that Desiree isn’t willing to help me because of her dumbass boyfriend, so I’m just going to ask Nathan for help.
Nathan is an ex of mine but we are still pretty good friends. He’s worse than me so you can only imagine the kind of guy he is. I arrived at the hellhole pretending to be a school. Walking through the school doors only to have people stare at me, great just what I needed. “What?” I said glaring at the idiots staring at me.
“Everyone watch out, we don’t want to get in trouble with the Dean’s daughter” some girl sneered that I don’t even know. That girl needs to fuck off because I am not His daughter.
“What?” I spit out at her.
“Well your mommy is marrying Sir, Herrington, its best if we don’t push you now” She doesn’t know what’s coming.
I stepped closer. “Of course a nosy little bitch like you would know, but what you don’t know is that I can make your life miserable here so if I were you, I would shut the hell up.” I started walking away but stopped in my tracks when she spoke up again. “I’m not afraid of you!” She called out, trying to seem cool in front of her lame friends; clearly I saw right through that. I turned around facing her, a few feet away. “We’ll see about that” With saying just that I left looking for Desire.
/
I made it to 6th period, last period of the day, God bless. Art class is the only class I like. I’m actually pretty cool with the teacher. Well everyone is but I have that close bond with her; she even asked us to call her Marissa when other teachers or supervisors aren’t around because she could get into some trouble with that. I swear though she’s so cool; in all honesty Marissa is like a second mother.
“Alright class, so yesterday we drew or sketches, correct?”
There were yesses, yups and nods being shared. “Alright well I would like for all of you to try painting them on the canvases.
“Marissa, what if we didn’t finish our sketch?” I said pretty loud enough for her to hear me. “It really doesn’t matter, Mary. As long as you know what’s your vision. Every mistake we make just prefects our art each time.” She gave me a warm smile.
“Okay” I said giving a side smile. I swear I don’t know how she is the only teacher to get me to behave. Well her and my history teacher, she’s in her 60’s and refuses to retire.
“Wait.” Nathan said.
“Yes Nathan?” she responded
“I thought the canvases were to expensive for each one of us?” he stated.
“Well I paid for a third but the rest was paid by the school well Sir, Herrington.” You have to be fucking kidding me? He never paid for any of the art supplies and all of a sudden he’s engaged to my mother and he is all about art.
“Marissa, can I have the canvas that you, yourself paid for?” I did not want anything to do with Shitface.
“Absolutely, I have no problem with that.” She responded.
“All right let’s get started, shall we?” the whole class nodded.
Once the class got their supplies, set up their canvases we all got started. Marissa played some music. Its funny because everyone here like the same type of music even the nerds you wouldn’t expect. Even if someone had never listened to a specific band or artist they would instantly like him or her right away. San Cisco started playing through the speakers and I was instantly in the zone.
All of a sudden Marissa receives a phone call. Of course she answered. Who ever called her on the phone must have had some sort of compromise with her because she exchanged a couple ‘okays’ and she even threw in ‘a don’t worry’.
“Yes, yes you too. Good day Harry” and she ended the call.
“Who was that?” Jason asked.
“That was my art assistant, he was suppose to come in today but apparently something came up so he will not be showing up until Wednesday.”
“Art assistant?” Kate then asked.
“Yeah, he’s a student of my brother’s, he is doing this for college credit. He’s only a few years older than you guys. So girls please behave, I know you girls are in the hormonal stage in your life.” Please. She doesn’t have to worry about me.
“Oh c’mon Marissa!” Sarah shouted; I never liked her. In ninth grade she put glue in my hair, dumb bitch. “I said no, besides Harold isn’t interested in younger girls. He is just here for college credit and will most likely not be the best mannered guy. Trust me he has a bit of an attitude.” She laughed off, Marissa likes attitude. I couldn’t care less,
Notes
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6/22/15