"Uh-uh, no way Bauldy" Bonnibel crossed her arms in a visceral show of how every essence of her being was rejecting the idea put forth to her. Throwing one leg over the other as she leaned back in her chair and chewed the inside of her cheek just added to her display of sassy defiance.

"Why must you always be so stubborn about everything I suggest?" Her uncle sighed in exasperation, rubbing the space between his tightly closed eyes "I'm tired of always warring with you…And please stop calling me that for Pete's sake!"

"Then stop suggesting ridiculous things!" Bonnibel retorted, throwing her hand up before quickly returning it to it's nestled place in front of her bosom, as if forgetting for a second that she wanted to remain as closed off as possible. She instead elected to cast her gaze up to the ceiling.

"I'm merely asking you to… broaden your horizons. You're always so serious. Always buried in your books. Maybe if you take this as an extra class you might actually have fun" He attempted with a forced a smile, one finger tapping the syllabus "You used to love playing the piano as a kid, your father-"

Bonnibel let of a short, sharp humourless laugh that made her uncle wince.

"Precisely, when I was a child. This is the rest of my life that I'm planning for and I don't want to turn out…" She trailed off before she went too far. Her uncle, however, already understood all too well where she was headed with that particular train of thought.

"And you don't want to turn out like me you mean?" He said in a low voice.
When Bonnibel made no attempt to answer, they both sat in an uncomfortable silence. Neither daring to look at the other.

The obnoxiously loud tick-tock of the ancient timepiece on the wall being the only indication of the passage of time. As much as Bonnibel had cursed the annoying clock in the past, she for once was thankful for it right now.

"Do whatever you want Bonnibel, but for now, please just go to your room" He said after what seemed like an eternity, but had really only been thirty seconds.
He sounded defeated and Bonnibel knew that she had hurt him, so without further word, she collected her papers and slunk guiltily out of the kitchen where they had been sitting at the dining table.

With difficulty, she ascended the tight stairway of her uncles small terrace house. Each step felt as felt as though she was trudging through quick sand, and as soon as she reached her room, she slumped down at her desk with a pout.

She felt bad. Every discussion with her uncle Archibald seemed to devolve into an argument lately.
On this particular occasion he had suggested that Bonnibel an extra subject for her upcoming A Level enrolment. Something that was 'fun and outside of her comfort zone' as he had put it, and it just so happened that the only subject that fit in with her busy line up of core sciences and mathematics was music.
Which was completely useless, in Bonnibel's humble opinion. She was a scientist not some…some busker, begging for spare change.
At least that's what she told herself as she sat, head in hands, mulling over her potential schedule.

Her eye line kept drifting over to her cupboard every now and then however. The cupboard that she was all too aware that housed her old forgotten Casio keyboard that she'd begged her parents to get her for her thirteenth birthday.

Slowly rising from her seat, she tentatively opened the bi-fold door and gazed into the depths. She figured, it wouldn't hurt to look at it one last time. She could probably dispose of it tomorrow to avoid any temptation to waste time playing it in the future.
It sat dormant in all its dusty glory, nothing more than a stand for hoodies she no longer wore, at the far corner of her closet.
The multitude of buttons and dials could be seen peeking behind the gap offered by one of the zippers.
How Bonnibel had loved this things not too long ago. Music composition could be both mathematical and relaxing and this bad boy had been able to produce sounds that she hadn't even thought possible.

Sleek, black…pointless.

Bonnibel slammed the door closed before grabbing her fluffy white towel from the back of the computer chair.
Pointless, she reiterated in her head.

Marching down the hall to the bathroom, Bonnibel locked the door and threw off her clothes in haste. Turning on the shower a little hotter than she intended in her impetuosity, she stepped under the stream, letting out a rare curse.

"This is my future we are talking about" she mumbled, washing herself furiously as if to cleanse herself of any other thought. Squirting a hearty glob she began working it through her strawberry blonde hair "Why does Bauldy even bring these things up if he doesn't want to start an argument? He knows I'm not my father"

At this, Bonnibel slowed her assault on her hair considerably, simply letting the water rinse the suds away down the drain.
Staring at the tasteful, light blue mosaic tile that bordered the shower enclosure a little longer than necessary, allowing her mind to go blank for first time in what seemed like a very long time.

Bonnibel finally seemed to realise just how hot the water was however as steam began clouding her vision. Squinting down at her body, she realised she'd gone an unnatural shade of pink. Shutting off the water and stepping out on to the cold stone floor with relief, she wrapped the towel around herself swiftly and grabbed the hair dryer from the wicker basket under the sink.

Wiping a streak clear in the fogged up mirror, Bonnibel took a long hard look at herself.

I mean I could always drop it if I don't like it, she thought to herself, watching as more condensation quickly replaced that which she had rubbed away.

A/N

Alright so this is more of a short prologue I guess. The following chapters will be much longer than this (and I promise Marceline will be in the next one).

I've been reading a lot of slow burn highschool AUs lately, and I just felt like giving it a go. I'm not going to be breaking any new ground here, mainly focusing on the characters and such. If you don't like that, then don't read it I suppose. I've set it to T rating for now but that might eventually go up to an M. I'm not sure... we will see where this goes (I'll label any chapter later on if it contains Mature content).

It's going to be set in Britain, so sorry if the school system alienates anyone, but I wont really be focusing too much on it.

I don't have any set schedule for updates, so just stay tuned.

Thanks for reading!