BRRRRRRNG!! first day back to school ( or as marley likes to call it -- her living hell ) and she’s already slumped over -- arms tightly angled so her face doesn’t collect germs from the desk top. god knows what sorta filth has manifested itself atop of it. seems like those twerpy little ninth grades are oblivious to the wonders of hand soap and she’d almost rather run her palms along the gum infested underside. for a brief moment, she’s blind to this piss hole of cliques and dead ends. somewhere between mr. merch rambling on about tangents and the hum of gossip whispers, she’s dozed right off. she’d stay just like this if it weren’t for a newly found annoyance disturbing her slumber. a groan of sorts releases from her throat despite the dryness from sucking in air. ❛ what gives? ❜ the knuckle of her thumb drags across her bottom lip to collect any drool that may be puddled.