My name is Marceline Abadeer. I have a twin brother named Marshall Lee. Very creative and original, I know. Blame my "parents," Hunson and Lita. Anyways, we have moved around a lot, caused by my twin and me (mostly Marshall, though) constantly getting in trouble, which brings us to my current situation. Walking my sorry ass to school. School. Can you believe that? I am over a thousand years old. Why do I need school? Ugh, this is all Marshall's fault. If he would just keep a lid on that temper of his, we wouldn't have to keep doing this.
Okay, so maybe I have a temper as well. Maybe people should stop being so damn annoying; then, there would be no issue. Such a strange concept, right?!
Ah, yes. Back to school. Pulling the school's entrance door almost off its hinges, I stormed through, Marshall by my side, grumbling and being a wiener, as usual. This is his fault; I don't understand why he thinks he gets to be pissy about it. I glared at him to convey my current resentment, earning a shrug and sheepish smile in response.
"Hey, sis. Maybe it won't be so bad. I mean, at least no one knows us here. Maybe they'll ignore us.." Marshall tried.
Instead, there was whispering in the hallways as we walked to the office for our schedules. As usual. I shot everyone a glare, effectively shutting them up. Atleast they aren't too stupid to catch a hint.
After we received our schedules (and more stares), I reluctantly trudged to the assigned classroom, while Marshall had a stupid grin plastered on his face as he skipped there. At least one of us won't be miserable. We had the same first class together, and I let him enter the room first as I contemplated leaving. Unfortunately, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me in the classroom as well. Ugh, quit reading my mind.
"Ah, you must be the new students. Marceline and Marshall Lee Abadeer. Why don't you have a seat?" the short, bald, man-sausage of a teacher said.
I was about to let out a defeated sigh, when my eyes settled upon a blob of pink. Oh, it was a girl. She had massive tresses of pink hair, sloppily tied up in some bun-sort-of-thing, with a look of intrigue plastered on her pretty face. My unnecessary breath caught in my throat, and my mouth immediately flooded with venom.
Crap.