Marlene Jackson

(OOC I nearly made a whole new topic instead of a comment xd)

Burning.
The bitter smell of smoke drifts through the kitchen window as I rescue a piece of bread from the toaster.<br>
"Well done, Marlene, you have officially failed food."
I groan tossing the possibly no longer edible object into the bin. A seering pain flashes across my head as I slot another slice of bread into the unpredictable hell that is the toaster. Maybe I can get off school today.<br>
My thoughts are cut off by a familiar smell and I sigh heavily reaching for the glass jar on the kitchen unit.
"Marlene, that toast is burnt-"
"Yeah, I know," I say as I drown the bread in strawberry jam. "Yum."
Michael looks at me with narrowed eyes but says nothing more as he sinks down across from me at the table. He waits until I finish eating then reaches out for my hand.

"Try not to worry, Marl," he says softly in a voice I rarely hear him use.
Im not I answer and I fake a smile even though my insides feel like stone. The toast was a bad idea. While I'm scraping the last of it into the bin, my head starts to feel weird again and a clap a hand to my forehead, the coolness of my fin gers soothing on my skin. My other hand reaches out for my backpack, throwing it over my shoulder as I sl.ip my feet into a pair of boots. Michael calls after me as I head out the door but I don't hear what. I may not want to go to this heck hole but I have to make a 'good first impression.'
Wiping the remains of breakfast from my face, I turn down the street and walk slowly, dragging my feet which have already begun to ache. The school isn't far from here, I'll make it.
Some minutes later I'm there.