Chapter 9-1. pink jacket

MARLEY didn't grow up with the fancy things in life. In fact, she was lucky to have the bare minimum of things in life, so attending an elementary school of mostly upper middle to upper class students, was sticking out like a sore thumb. There were always frays and tears in her hand-me-down, thrift store wardrobe. Her school supplies were random pens and pencils she managed to scrounge up on the hallway floors or in random places in her house. From a young age, Marley knew her home like the back of her hand because she spent a lot of time playing alone. She always knew when something was different. When there was a sudden treasure to be found. Like the sweet caramel that was in her father's pocket when she did his laundry, or the two dollars between the couch cushions she was able to purchase a whole candy bar with, that she didn't have to share half of. The little wooden owl carving under the love seat. The heart shaped stone by the entryway. The free samples of scented lotion she wat