GRITTING HIS TEETH, Marcus stared at the pigsty that was currently in his room. There was food from the cafeteria lying around left rotting on his desk where all of the books his mother had sent him were. The trash can was overturned with all of its continents dumped and scattered on the floor. When he first got to his bedroom, he stepped in some questionably green substance that immediately made him cringe.
What the fuck happened? He thought to himself walking inside the room. It had only been a few hours since his trip to the visiting rooms to talk with his parents. The entire trip proved useless yet again but they did nothing but sneer at him and Fazio for dishonoring the family name. Whatever the hell that meant, as if the Malfitano name wasn't fucked up enough, to begin with.
