New Girl
Chapter 1.
Sighing, I pulled down the sleeves on my shirt covering my arms. I looked in my mirror as I had done many times before, slinging my backpack over my shoulder. "Marcy! Hurry up!" said a voice that echoed down the narrow, drafty walls. I flinched at the sound of his voice, but swallowed my fear and walked to my front door. My father stood there, glaring at me with his arms crossed impatiently. I tried not to make eye contact as I walked out the door, him following closely behind.
Today was my first day at my new high school: Ooo Aaa High. Weird name, right? Apparently this town has an obsession over the fourth of July. It wasn't the new school or teachers that bothered me, though. It was the man sitting next to me in his old sports car. My father, A.K.A. The Lord of Evil, as I liked to call him, grumbled and started the car. I exhaled, thinking about my new school. As these thoughts circled my brain, he drove me to school.
When he spoke I tensed, my bruises feeling like they were lit on fire. I winced. My dad glanced at me and then back at the road. I hadn't even realized what he'd said. "Whatcha say, Dad?" I asked, suddenly regretting opening my mouth. He answered, "I said, you'd better not get in any trouble again, because there will be hell to pay." He glanced at me and I nodded shakily. "Good." He replied, focusing on the road.
Soon we arrived at the front door of the school. There were tons of teens walking in and out of there, swarming like bees in a nest. I gulped and opened the car door, my father pushing me out and driving away. I stumbled onto the pavement before an arm caught me. I groaned as the arm pulled me onto the feet by one of my bruises. I turned to look at my sort-of-savior.
In my presence was a boy, probably a freshman, with a cute white bear hat hanging loosely of his head exposing golden locks of hair. He had sea blue eyes and a crooked smile. He stared at me with concern and asked "you okay?" I simply nodded and said thanks. He offered his hand to greet me. "I'm Finn." He stated with a goofy grin and which I replied, "I'm Marceline," and shook his hand. His eyes lit up. "I'll call you Marcy!" he cheerfully said. I chuckled a bit and he smiled at me.
As we walked in the school together people eyed us. Mostly at me though. I was wearing a Green Day T-shirt with ripped black skinny jeans, a beanie, and knee-high converses. I gulped at looked down as I walked, trying to avoid the eyes that were burning into my skull. Suddenly I heard a voice say "Yo, Finn!" and the next thing I knew I was being dragged by Finn to the person who called him.
We stopped in front of four other students. One was a boy with pink hair, pink jacket, purple pants and black shoes. Next to him was a girl who looked very similar to the pink-haired boy, but wore a skirt and sweater instead with long pink locks of hair falling past her shoulders. Next to her was a blonde with a bunny hat similar to Finn's who wore a blue skirt with a light blue T-shirt and Marry Jane shoes. Leaning in the shadows was a boy with messy jet black hair, wearing a white T-shirt with a black leather jacket, blue skinny jeans, and converses. They all stared straight at me, some curious, others distastefully. I shakily greeted them with a "hey, I'm Marceline." The pink haired-boy nodded and greeted me, forcing a smile. He called himself Bubba, which made the boy in the shadows chuckle.
I soon learned their names, Bubba and Bonibelle were the pinkies, Fionna the one in blue, and Marshall Lee, the boy in the shadows. Suddenly the bell rang and I flinched at first, which made Marshall raise his eyebrow. I nervously forced a small laugh and hurried to class, Marshall following behind.