MARLING, Ronnie Ty

[RONNIE TY MARLING]

Ronnie Ty Marling
Seventeen - Junior/Rocker - Student - Straight

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Heya. My names Ronnie Ty Marling. Although I'd really prefer it if you just called me Ronnie. Thanks. I'm seventeen years old; but I don't need no damn parents to rule me. I can do as I please. I'm gettin' off subject here. Now, where was I? Fuck, I--Ah. My birthday is in October 23rd, 1993. Fuck, I don't have a job, are you crazy? Nah, man. You don't need one in my family. If you count being in a band, and singing as an occupation, then fuck yeah, I do have an occupation. I'm not that big on it, people say I'm good at what I do, but you know what I say? Fuck them. I don't have any interest in what other people think about me --unless their a girl and have a--ya'know. ~

Appearance? Me? Ha. Did you really ask me to explain how I look? Are you fuckin' crazy? Listen here, I'm not here to make myself out to be something that I ain't, so listen up. I don't have naturally curly hair, it just happens to be very wavy in that picture. My style is more toward the emo side. Or punk. It's what ever the fuck you wanna call it. I wear eye liner, what's your point? As for my clothes it varies from leather to just a plain t-shirt with black skinny jeans, and converse. I wear a belt, but it is by no means to keep my pants up. I normally only run it through two loops on my pants, and let it hang from there. So what if my pants sag? Be lucky I wear under wear. ~

As for my hair, it's dyed black, 'nuff said. I have brown eyes, and am naturally pale. There's nothing wrong with that, is there? I didn't think so. Yeah. I've got a few tattoos, there's not that many. They just happen to dominate my arms, and the side of my neck. Does it matter why I have them? And...as far as my appearance is concerned I believe I am done. ~

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. FUCK. I say the word fuck a lot. So, I guess for personality you could say it's all I've got on my mind. You could also say that I don't give a fuck about rules, and such. Some would describe me as a douche bag. You wanna know what I say to them? SHUT THE FUCK UP. Others would describe me as bad ass. I don't know. I could be either of those, not that it really matters. I'm a tease. It's one of my favorite things to do. Sarcasm is the only thing in my vocabulary. I certainly hope it doesn't bug you. I hope you caught the sarcasm because if you didn't I'm wasting my time here. I guess you could say that I'm a jerk. And you wanna know what? ~

I'm proud of that status. It's true, I am. I guess you could say I'm brutally honest. If your ugly as fuck I'm going to tell you your ugly as fuck, but that won't stop me from getting into your pants. No, I'm not sick! How the hell could you even think that! I'm insulted! Fuck you man! Hyper? Me, hyper? Nahh...okay, maybe, but that doesn't prove anything. Hmm...I guess you could call me a smooth-talker. One to get in trouble, and use words to get out of it. Pretty smooth, eh? Don't answer that question, I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself. Oh yes. Conceited. Vain. Self-centered. Blah, blah, blah, fuck, I don't care, more blah, fuck. Does it matter? Perhaps I am all three of these things. Are we done here? Or do you have more fucking questions?! -stares into camera- ~

My family? What's to say about the fuckers? They're all greedy mother fuckers who don't give a shit about me. You wanna know how I know? They left me at an amusement park when I was young. They didn't realize I wasn't there for a while. In fact, I spent the day wandering around the park until closing time, and some dude in a uniform; the po-po picked me up and that was the first night I spent in jail. You get what I'm saying? My family is fucked up. Is that all you wanted to know? Or would you like to know more? My dad was the only guy I could ever truly say cared for me, until my bitch of a mother divorced him. After that, he wanted nothing to do with me. so, I've come to find out nothing is fair in love and war. It sucks, but there's nothing I can do about it. ~

Nah, I'm not looking for your sympathy. Keep it. I've gotten along without it so far in my life, and I'd be damned before I took any from you. Heart break? Yeah, I've had it. Had this girl I thought I could love the rest of my life. You wanna know what? Love is just a fuckin' game, and don't you forget that. You'll always end up gettin' your heart torn out, and shattered into a million pieces. Do I look like a fuckin' fool? Stop looking at me like I need pity. Her name was Alli. Typical beach girl, I guess you could say. Blond hair, blue eyes, a nice ass. What more could I want? Well, I forgot to check out her personality. She was a grade-A bitch; always wanting something. Always asking for more, until she dumped me when another guy better than me came along. -shrugs- Do I miss her? Nah. Fuck her. I won't say that I hadn't missed her. I fell into depression, okay? Started drinking, and my bitch of a mother decided to hide all the liquor, and knives from me. ~

Apparently, 'I was traveling down the wrong road.' Religious bitch. I want nothing to do with knives, I only wanted the alcohol to ease the pain of a broken heart. When she took that away I decided to show the bitch what would happen. I began sleeping around, and became known as a man whore. Fuck yeah, man. Should I be happy about this? I think so. It proved to her that I wasn't her little boy any more, and she should just get the fuck over it. 'Nuff said. ~


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I walked through the double doors of school, a frown playing on my lips. I was not in the greatest of moods today, and school was just going to make everything worst. I was wearing skinny jeans, and a plain black t-shirt. I was wearing a leather jacket over it. As I glanced about the area I saw one of my mates strolling toward me. I smirked, and picked the pace up, catching up to him and his girl. He looked like shit. "Hey, man. What's with the hair, rough night of sex, eh?" His girl friend looked at me and turned three different shades of pink. "Ronnie, shut the fuck up!" My buddy began chuckling, and I couldn't help but push my luck. "Jealous, Em? Alright, you look like hell too."

I earned a slap for that, and a tirade of curses, but it was hilarious. "Ah, come on Em. I was just playin'." I leaned down to kiss her on the cheek, and my buddy cleared his throat. "Ah, sorry man. I couldn't help myself." And with that I began to walk away, but before I did I slapped her ass. She screamed, and I jogged away, laughing to myself the whole time. She was fun to mess with, you couldn't blame me. Besides, my day was now going a lot better. Em always had a way of cheering me up that my mates didn't possess. With a smirk I walked casually to my locker, and threw it open. Glancing around through the contents I decided to just look busy. As I pulled away a girl slammed the locker shot. Her name was Danny. I grinned, and glanced her over. "Heya, Danny. What brings you here?"

She gave me a smug look, and then slapped me across the face. This was the second time I've been slapped. "You douche bag! You fucking lied to me! Free my ass!" She snarled, and moved her arm to strike me again. I grabbed her wrist, and spun her around so she was pinned against the lockers. "Listen here, bitch," He growled, holding her wrists above her head. "First off, I don't like being smacked. Second off, It was a one night stand. What the fuck do you care? Thirdly, your a slut. So tell me, why the fuck does it matter if I lied to you or not." She was staring at me, hating me every bit more the more I talked. "Ronnie...you are the most...conceited, vain, self-centered douche I have ever met! Let me go!" I smirked, and let go, stepping away from her. "There ya go, slut." And with that I turned away, and began walking away.

So much for a good day, eh?

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