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WARNING: THE CHAPTER IS SAD AND MAY BE TRIGGERING TO SOME! MOMENTS OF
ANGST, BULLYING,
THE USE OF A DEAD NAME/
JUST PEOPLE BEING DICKS,
AND MILD RACISM!

Song in media goes with chapter
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Marco walked home, not wanting to ride the bus, and Jenna, his ride, staying after with Star to get help sessions from teachers. Anyway, he made his way home, quite happily, a new skip in his step.

He made it to his house, noticing his step-mom's car in the driveway. Marco took deep breaths, opening the door slowly, hearing someone in the kitchen, running up the stairs. Stopping half way, hearing a deadly sweet voice from the other room.

"Mariposa? Is that you, sweetie?" He froze in place. To afraid to move, "Mari?" She asked again, her voice going from sweet to an almost angry tone in seconds. As her heals clicked on the hardwood floor, her voice raised, "Answer me when I call for you."

He gulped and nodded, "Ye-Yeah. I mean, Yes, ma'am." He ran to his room, too afraid to face her. Marco went to his room, locking his door, plopping on his bed.

The Latino looked around his room quite boredly, glancing at the bright red numbers on his clock showing 3:43. He smiled softly, "Nineteen hours..." He muttered, thinking of his date. His only happiness in this world is realizing that someone may actually like him, and that gave him a small bit of peace.

Marco went to his closet to pick out an outfit for the date, "A movie and dinner... Movie and dinner... Movie 'n dinner..." He mumbled repeatedly, looking for a good looking outfit for the date.

He went throw, looking at options and throwing some to the side, narrowing it down to three different outfits. The first being a pair of royal purple skinny jeans, a white tank top, and a pair of black converse sneakers with a leather black jacket. The next outfit was a pair of fishnet tights, tight black booty shorts, a black band shirt/crop top, some rainbow suspenders, and some black and white converse. His final option was a black mini skirt, black thigh highs, and a white crop top.

The boy looked through the outfits, picking out his choices. Marco held up the second outfit, "For the date." He told himself, putting it to the side, then holding up the first choice, mumbling, before nodding, "For school."

Marco giggled to himself as he carefully set the clothes aside for later. He then got himself dressed in more appropriate clothes, changing out of his previous outfit into some Batman sweatpants and an I Kissed a Ninja t-shirt from his freshman year.

He put on his fuzzy rainbow socks. And then went downstairs to do the dishes. He turned on the radio and began to sing along to an Adele song. That is until his step-mother walked in, turning off the radio.

"Why aren't you dressed?" She asked annoyed, "Your father's at work and I need you to get something for me."

Marco nodded, turning off the water and drying his hands, "Sorry..."

His step-mother huffed, handing him a twenty, she ordered, "I need you to get a pizza for your me and your father's dinner."

The Latino only nodded again, taking the twenty dolls bill and leaving to get dressed. He put on black booty short over alls, thigh high rainbow socks, a white tank top that said Don't worry, I'm still me in bold rainbow letters. He tied his black converse on and left to get the pizza.

Marco tucked the twenty dollar bill in his chest pocket and plugged his ear buds into his phone, turning on Dollhouse by Melanie Martinez humming along as he made his way down the street.

He got to the pizza place and waited in line, still listening to Melanie Martinez.

It was his turn to order just as a group of very familiar boys walked into the shop. Marco decided to ignore them and just told the man his order and handed him the money, walking off to a booth to sit and wait for the food.

One of the boys got in line, noticing Marco sipping his drink and browsing through Facebook. The boy smirked, motioning them over and pointing him out. The group laughed and the poor Latino didn't even hear them, but instead listened to his music.

One of the boys, the junior from lunch, took his soda, taking of the lid and pouring it all over Marco, who just squeezed his eyes shut, taking the abuse from his younger peer. "Whoops." He said sarcastically, "Didn't see you there, must've blended in with the leather, your skin is just too dark."

Marco just took a napkin and wiped his face, "I-It's alright, it happens..." He then wrapped a napkin around his phone, shoving it in his pocket and going to get his pizza then leaving.

Once out of the pizza shop Marco's eyes clouded with tears and he had to bite his lip to keep from falling to his knees and crying right there in the middle of the street. He gulped down the lump in his throat and started on his trek home.

Marco got home and went inside, gently putting the pizza on the table then silently going to the bathroom. He locked the bathroom door, taking off his shirt, and stared in the mirror at himself, tracing his fingers on the scars below his chest. He took a deep, shaky breath and continued to strip off his clothes, looking down with tear-filled eyes at what was absent below the waist.

Before Marco began to cry he turned on the water and entered the shower, letting the water run down his flat chest. He turned away from the shower head, tilting his head back and washing his hair.

He put strawberry and peach shampoo and conditioner in his hair, massaging his scalp, then quickly washing it away. The Latino just let the water run, warming his body.

After a few minutes he stopped the water and got out wrapping himself in a towel. Again, finding himself staring in the mirror, he shook his head and dried off, wrapping up again and going to his bedroom to change.

Once changed he laid on his bed and spoke quietly, "Don't worry, Mamà. I won't meet with you in the sky today... I think someone might actually want me here." He smiled softly, remembering Tom's date tomorrow, "I miss you..." He grabs a photo from under his pillow. The photo was of him and his mom in a hospital room on her birthday, a party hat on her bald head, a smile on her pale face, an IV on one arm, and a hand holding Marco close.

Marco kissed the picture, laying it on his chest, "I love you, Mamà."

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Sorry this chapter was short like the last one, and kind of depressing, but now you know a little more about the characters! Like why Marco is the way he is, and why he has a Step Mother who is an evil motherfu- Anyway, sorry again for the angst, but yay an update!