As The World Turns

NOTE: I do not know Marshall Mathers (Eminem, Slim Shady), D12 (Proof, Kon Artis, Swift, Kuniva, Bizarre), Hailie, Alaina, Whitney, Kim, Debbie, any other family member of the people listed, or any other celebrity that may be mentioned in this story.


The only REAL main characters in this story!!!!:::
1. Marshall Mathers (Eminem)
2. Kim Mathers
3. Debbie Mathers (Briggs)
4. Hailie
5. Alaina
6. Whitney
7. D12 members (Proof, Kon Artis, Swift, Kuniva, & Bizarre)
8. Any other celebrity mentioned

To end this, this is all fiction! And I do not make money writing this fictional story.
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Name: Carrie Marie Statham (No relation to Jason Statham, it’s just a last name)
Age: 20
Looks: Tall, Black Hair, Green Eyes, White, Average Size.
Location: Detroit MI, 2 Bedroom Apartment.
Job: Hooters
Children: Michael, age 4
Status: Single
Info: Big fan of Eminem. Hates lots of people. Very sensitive. Grew up in Detroit, Father left when she was five, Mother seems to be like her best friend, Mother hates Eminem though, and Carrie know why. Her name is Carla. Father’s name is Greg. Ex boyfriend was very abusive, his name is Kenny and he’s Michael’s father, and for some odd reason her Mom likes Kenny.

Liz: Carrie’s best friend, lives on 8 Mile. Blonde Hair, Green Eyes, White, Short, a bit chubby. No children. And Single.
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CHAPTER 1
I was at work it was 5:30pm and I was getting ready to head out the door but I was stopped by my boss. “Carrie!” my boss yelled over the loud conversations in the restaurant. “Carrie, hey Carrie!” Konto yelled.
“What’s your problem?” I questioned irritated as I headed towards the door trying to put on my Shady sweater. I had my hand on the door ready to walk out and I get stopped by Konto, pulling be back.
“I have no problem. Do you? I need you to work overtime, we’re short a few girls,” she ordered taking my sweater and pointing to a young man sitting at a table. I walked over and looked at the man. He looked all gangsta, he had sweats on, a sweater, and he wore a hat that covered his face. I stared at the man for a second, he looked familiar.
“Sir, what would you like?” I said a bit irritated.
“Umm,” the man says “I’ll have a burger and a Mountain Dew” he said a bit pissed.
As I was about to take his menu, the door swung open, and in walked ICP. Some crack heads also known as Insane Clown Posse. They had guns on them; I let out a sigh as they hid them. They are regular here and they like to hit on us girls. They walked over to a table and sat, Mandy went over to them, and of course they started hitting on her.
“Ah shit!” the man at the table yells. “Someone throw them muthafuckas outta this bitch,” the man said pissed. I gave him a funny look.
“ICP?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“Yeah, them fuckers see me, they’ll start shootin up the place,” he said.
“I uh. Fuck. Why?” I asked, I figured should find out why.
“Cause,” he said reviling his face. I was shocked to see that it was Eminem; I tried to ignore the fact. “We used to chase them outta clubs, they pussies but they got guns and I don’t have shit to protect myself,” Eminem said, he kept glancing over at ICP.
“Ok well…I know a way out,” I told him.
“Ok where?” he questioned standing up quickly.
“Follow me” I said grabbing his arm and sneaking into the back room.
“What the hell is this?!” yelled Konto as she saw us going out the back door. We ignored her as we slipped into an ally. Then ran into another ally, darker and smaller than the first one.
“Nice ally” he says as he looks around, as if ICP followed us.
“Don’t worry” I said, “I don’t think they even saw you,” I finished.
“I guess…” he sighed. He put his hands in his pockets as we walked across the street.
“So?” I said trying to start up a convocation; I didn’t want to make it clear that I knew he was Eminem, and act like a stupid groupie causing him to go away.
“So what?” he questioned looking at me funny.
“I don’t know, just trying to start a convo,” I told him with a shy smile.
“Oh. Ok. By the way, what’s your name?” he asked as we turned a corner.
“Oh my name is Carrie,” I said smiling, “And yours?”
“Mathers, Marshall Mathers” he said like 007 and we both laughed at that. We stopped in the middle of the street and shook hands.
“Do I know you?” I asked.
“Maybe, if you listen to Eminem,” he smiled. Oh gosh, don’t smile that makes me want to attack you!
“Yeah, I listen to your music all the time. I realized it was you before, I just didn’t say anything,” I said being all shy. He laughed. He stared at me for a bit like he was admiring my face, I had to smile cause it was a bit awkward, I never thought I’d be 10 feet from Eminem, let alone be talking to him. This was fuckin awesome!
“You’re really pretty,” he said. He seemed shy about it.
“Thank you,” I said smiling as we continued walking.
“Can I ask you something?” he asked with a half smile. I smiling hoping that he was going to ask what I thought he was going to ask.
“Would you like to go out for dinner sometime?” he asked putting on a shy face. Damn what I read was right, he is shy around new people, but he can get up on stage and rap his heart out. And not to mention diss the shit outta people.
“Uhh… does now work?” I asked. “It’s still early,” I added.
“Yes!” he said quickly, it was a bit odd. It was silent as we walked up to a crosswalk, Marshall pressed the walk button.
“So where are we going?” he asked looking around.
“Hmm… what about Kat’s Sandwiches?” I asked pointing over to a small family owned sandwich shop.
“Fine with me,” he says smiling. I smiled and we J-Walked across the street. We walked in; a older woman greeted us with a smile.
“Go ahead choose a seat, as you can see not many people come here anymore,” she said in a kind voice, but she seemed disappointed. The place was very empty, we were the only two in the place, I felt bad for the family. We smiled at the lady and headed over to a booth in the corner. We ordered our food; we both got a turkey and cheese sandwich and a Mountain Dew.
“So…do you have kids?” Marshall asked randomly.
“Yeah I do, I have a son, he’s four, his name is Michael,” I told him. He smiled.
“I know you know I have a daughter, Hailie,” he said, the sentence sounded weird to me but I ignored that.
“Yes,” I said with a smile. We talked more a bout ourselves, I told him bout my Father and my ex. And he told me about himself, which I knew pretty much most of it.
“Oh shit,” Marshall said while whipping his mouth, he stood up quickly. A few hours have passed by, and it’s gotten pretty late. It was already almost 10pm.
“What’s wrong?” I asked confused standing up.
“I gotta go to the bitches house,” I gave him a funny look; I figured he was talking about Kim. “Kim,” he said. “I have to go pick up Hailie,” he mumbled leaving money on the table and walking out the door.
“Oh ok,” I said following him out.
“Can I give you a ride?” he asks
“Umm we walked here…” I said smiling.
“Oh that reminds me I gotta go get my car,” he said.
“Ok I’ll come with you, even know I could just walk home,” I smiled.
“Well I offered you a ride, so Imma give you one, it can be scary at night in Detroit,” he smiled.
“I know, I grew up here,” I said with a smile. We didn’t really say anything on the walk back.
FFW>>>
Marshall gave me a ride home. “Well thanks for every thing,” he said.
“All I did was get you out of a restaurant,” I joked.
“Well if you didn’t there would have been a fight,” he said.
“I know,” I smiled. “Thanks for dinner,” I added randomly. There was an awkward silence, he takes a step back.
“Well I guess I’ll be going now,” he said smiling shyly at me.
“I guess so. Umm see you later?” I sort of guessed, I wasn’t sure if he waned to see me again.
“Yeah, I’ll call you,” he said with a cute smile. I smiled and nodded. “Gotta go,” he said waking off, I watched him until I couldn’t see him anymore. I went into the house, sent Liz home, checked on Michael, and then went to bed….