From kindergarten to high school I was always just Matty (short for Martha), and that meant something to anyone who knew me. It meant trouble, a little punk. It meant you're gonna get punched and implied a world of mystery. It meant everything that made me, me. I'd had my fair share of life experience, and yet I still found a way to continue to exist as my irresponsible self. While also being extremely angsty and angry. Yet, maybe my life experiences caused me not to give a fuck about anything and genuinely- Okay no, this is a tangent I think is best left alone.
Where was I? Ah, right- I'm Martha Scott and I'm eighteen years old, blonde haired and green eyed- I am- also very late for work.
My introduction put on hold I pulled on my black skinny jeans that were ripped to shreds, and my crappy old vans. Proceeded to run out the room then back in to grab my phone, my rucksack and my skate board, also to put on a shirt. Leaving, then returning a second time to pause the zebrahead blaring from my speakers and yanking my earphones from under all the crap I had on my floor. Was there a floor? I mean I don't know, I hadn't seen it for a year.
Running, I made sure my hair was scruffy and my t-shirt was on the right way round. It wasn't, I threw down my deck and while skating along I switched my shirt round revealing the word acdc. I put on my headphones and irritatedly hurried along toward the garage where I worked for my uncle. Speaking of which my phone was now constantly lit up with angry voicemails and threatening texts. I turned up the volume on some knucklepuck and proceeded to grit my teeth the whole way there.
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'What fucking time do you call this?' Simon shouted as all the guys in the garage stared at me.
'Twenty three minutes past eleven.' I glared at him, standing still and cautious.
'You son of a bitch-' Simon lurched for me but I ducked, it was just one of his mood swings. He'll get over it.
'You alright Mat?' I turned my back on my uncle being restrained by the other guys at the garage, to face Ronan.
'Where's the Harley?' I asked him, blatantly ignoring his attempts at conversation.
'Um-' He started but I spotted my beloved motorbike and walked away without emotion, much to his displeasure. I kicked my tool box toward it, hunkered down and began work on my master piece.
I didn't care that every guy at the garage drooled over me day in day out. I only cared if they made a pass at me, that would be when I busted their nuts. I liked Ronan, he was a good friend. I just didn't know how to tell him. But somehow I think he knew, otherwise he wouldn't let me be me around him-
'Matty,' I ignored Ronan. 'Come on Mat-'
'Fuck!' I had cut myself with my SwissArmy knife and my hand was bleeding badly. I jumped up and slammed into his shoulder as I passed him, for he was the cause of my current problems.
'Shit Matty, are you-' Ronan followed me, brushing his blonde scruffy sea kissed hair out of his face. He had grown since I had seen him last week, and he had bulked up a bit. I was too busy dealing with my hand to bring these things up. But then again, I probably wouldn't anyway. Instead I just glared at him, working my eyes through the changes. His blue eyes were staring into my own, I could sense him trying to solve me like a problem he couldn't figure out. I looked for something to tie around my hand, but found nothing. As I walked back on past him he sighed a small sorry and resumed his own project.
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Later that day, Simon had called me into his office and shouted at me for being a dead beat mechanic. Ronan has attempted further conversation with me twice more and I had cut myself a second time.
It got to about nine and everyone had left, including Simon who was currently residing at the pub. Ronan had stuck around and was now just watching me work. It was beginning to irritate me immensely. So I opened my mouth to tell him to fuck off but almost as if he knew I was about to, he cut in.
'What's your deal?' I opened my mouth to reply and I was once again interrupted. 'I can't figure you out Matty.' I gave up trying to speak and instead rolled my eyes. 'Don't give me that, just talk to me Martha.' His use of my full name made my eyes widen, I stared at him until finally,
'Dude, I don't care.' left my lips and made Ronan grunt slightly as he gave up on today's worth of conversation.
He left immediately and I was suddenly alone with nothing but my own thoughts. It would have been relaxing really, if I hadn't have suddenly remembered I was supposed to pick my three best friends up from the airport three hours ago.
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to be continued...
💚 - It's a new one, martha
