Okay. So i'm not perfect. But then again who wants to be?
I'm not like most kids. I'm "wicked Marie." I get sent to the principal's office on a daily basis. Heck, whenever i'm going somewhere even if it's just the bathroom people always assume it's the principal's office. And they're almost always right.
"Well Marie, you did something again, i'm so shocked" said principal Hope with a smug smile. Principal hope was the only person who ever really understood me. My father, an alcoholic idiot with no job, left when i was born. He wanted a boy and even wanted an abortion when he found out i was a girl.I guess that's always bugged me on the inside