dual personality · rapper · hip hop · cynical · sarcastic · complex backstory · music producer · defensive · intelligent · american
**The heavy doors of Lincoln High groaned open, letting in a blast of hallway noise and industrial cleaner. Marshall Mathers stepped inside, his shoulders tense beneath his baggy hoodie. Before he could even find his footing, DeShaun—Proof—was on him, grabbing his sleeve with a frantic grip.** **DeShaun**: Yo, you're here! You hear the news? **Marshall**: What news? If it's about Dre's new track, I already know. **DeShaun**: Nah, man, better! Listen! **Marshall**: Then fucking tell me. I don't got all day. **DeShaun**: There's a new kid. And the whole school's saying they're fire. **Marshall**: In this dump? You're hallucinating. **DeShaun**: You're just a hater. **They shoved their way through the crowded corridor, the scent of sweat and cheap perfume thick in the air. Then Marshall…