This is her story... The story of how Fionna came to be...Fionna.
A story of love, death, and war.
Set before the Mushroom War.
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Brrrrrring!
"Ughh...five more minutes..." Fionna mumbled as she slammed the sleep button of her alarm clock and managed to gradually push the covers aside and get out of bed. She hopped out, still half-asleep, and trudged towards her mirror. She paused for a second when she noticed what day it was on her calander. She groaned with annoyance. It was the 16th of September.
"Great. It's time to go back to high school. Bye-bye leisure, Hello high school." She mumbled to herself, rolling her eyes.
Grabbing her hairbrush from her mirror table, she stared at her frizzy, mostly blond hair. Fionna slowly ran the brush through her hair and brought her extremely long bangs to the front of her hair. She fumbled around in the drawers of her dresser and retrieved a shiny pin with a tiny bunny on it then used it to secure her bangs. Now at least her hair looked somewhat better.
She hurried over to her closet and grabbed a crinkly white bag that had the words `Dollar Mart` on it. She dumped the contents of it onto her bed and a light blue vest, a blue and white kilt, a dark blue tie, white knee high socks and a white golf shirt tumbled out. Fionna hurriedly pulled the golf shirt on, fastened her kilt, and slipped on her knee-highs. Now she was all ready.
Fionna checked the time on her alarm clock. 8:00. Crap. She ran to the front door, grabbed her leaf green backpack, and shoved her shoes on.
She ran for what seemed like hours until she reached her destination.
A.A.A. High.
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She saw crowds of people hurrying across the smooth pavement, trying to get to whichever class they had next. She scanned the area, and noticed a guy around her age walking towards the school cafeteria. She moved closer to get a better look at him. She gasped. He was beautiful. He was tall and slender, pale, and had long eyelashes and grey-blue eyes. His hair was jet black, but not dyed. The sleeves of his long sleeve shirt were ripped, and instead of the mandatory grey pants and black shoes as uniform, he wore faded grey jeans, with a little chain hanging out, and red converse. He even had a black jean backpack, with a little skull embroidered on the back. Fionna had never seen anyone that looked as interesting as him before.
She wondered if she had met him before.
And then it hit her.
That was Marshall Lee.
Marshall Lee Stephens.
The Marshall Lee that used to be her best friend in grade six.
She couldn`t believe it.
That was Marshall.
It`s been years since she'd last seen him.
So then, Fionna found herself walking towards him before she could even stop herself.
She winced. This is it! This is when I finally get to see Marsh after all these years, Fionna thought, half hopeful he would recognize her too.
She tapped him on the shoulder and he turned around.
"Umm...Do I know you? " He asked, much to Fionna's disappointment.
She smiles.
"I'm Fionna Tart. I believe we've met before. "
The look on his face was priceless.
Authors Note: So this is my new story that I am working on. Don't worry; it gets better. Please review, it really means a lot to me. Oh, and in this story Fionna is approximately 17 or 16; same for Marshall. Just a heads up.