So, I decided to end my Just Desserts. I just don't think I can finish it.
This one is based on my dreams and since I don't have an outlet for an original story, I'ma turn it into a fanfic for Bubbline.
Chapter 1: The Dream
Cold. Everything was cold. The air, my skin, my breath and even the veins in me felt frozen. I couldn't move because of the extreme cold.
There was nothing at first, only gray fog. It was so think that even waving my hand didn't seem to break it. Then, a figure appeared a distance from me. I realized I was the one moving towards her. The willowy shape draped with a black veil of see-through velvet, that seemed to suck and yet filter the light, over the top of her head down to her ankles. Her face was the most palest of ebony I ever saw and I've seen real ebony. Her eyes were all black, like a void and yet seemed so warm.
Being as cold as I was, I reached out for that warmth. Even though every inch of me wanted to bolt. I saw her lips move.
"Abadeer..." It was very faint. I hurried my steps a bit.
"Abadeer..." It was getting louder. I could feel the sweat run down my spine.
"Ms. Abadeer!" I opened my eyes to find myself staring down my shoes and my forehead on my desk. It took me three seconds to realize I had fallen asleep yet again in our history class.
"It's good to see you've returned Ms. Abadeer. Now..." I zoned out as soon as Mrs. Petracov walked back to the front. That's when I realized a few of my classmates were still giggling because of a slick and sticky path of drool was still freely sliding down to my collar. Eww.
When I was nearly dozing off, the bell rang. Finally!
I head for the door, but before I could reach it Mrs. Petracov called my name.
"Marceline. Is something wrong?" This again.
"Nothing's wrong Mrs. Petracov. I was just sleepy." I looked at the far corner of the chalkboard, half-hoping she'd just wrap it up so I could leave already. I have a full period of free time waiting for me!
"I know. I know you're always sleepy, but this is the first time I've seen so dozed off that you didn't answer the question or gave a smart comeback. Not that I encourage it, but... if something is amiss. You can tell me you know." If it had been another teacher I would have sneered at them, but Betty Petracov was my uncle's wife and she was sincere.
Sigh. "I know. Can I leave now?" I asked a only a little irritated. Then she quirked an eyebrow. Oh no.
"Just because you're my niece does not mean I can let you off the hook that fast." I started to curse under my breath but thought better of it when both brows were raised. "Since I think you're not feeling well. I' just going to make you erase the writings on the board." I just nodded. The last time I argued with Betty, she had me clean out the storage closet at the back of the classroom.
Betty had left and I was nearly finished when something small and wet hit the back of my neck.
Gah! "What the fuck?!" I whirled around and saw a hysterical Keila clutching her middle.
"Damn Abadeer! I didn't think I'd get you like that!" she started to laugh again when the board eraser I was holding connected with her forehead.
"Ha! Bull's eye! Can't eva win ova me slacker!"
"Yeah, whatever." She was wiping the chalk off her face when I was done with the board and had my bag on.
Without saying anything we headed for the door. Everything was as it should be, before my dream started to melt out from the wall opposite our classroom door.
"Whoa! Abadeer. You're paler than usual. Did I hit- " I didn't hear Keila finish what she had to say when my vision started to fade with the figure melting back to the wall beside me. I braced myself on the closed door and hoped I didn't faint.
"Easy there Abadeer. What's got into you?" Keila looked so pale despite her dark complexion that I had to push off the door so she wouldn't look so worried.
"I'm cool. Just hungry I guess." I didn't want Keila to worry over me. We headed to lunch and not another word of what happened was uttered.
That's all for now. :)