A/N- Okay, okay, I know I should be working on my PPG and RRB fanfics, but this just came to me! I thought I'd just try something new. Enjoy!

Fionna's POV-

Ugh, what is that annoying noise! It's a strange "beeping" noise. I force my eyes to open and discover the source of the dreaded noise. A small alarm clock, brightly flashing the time;

7:30

"Crap!" I yelled. I only had 30 minutes until I had to be at school. Great. I'm going to be late on my first day of highschool. Also, my first day of public school. EVER!

I slip out of my pajama pants, and into a dark blue mini skirt. My blue sleep shirt will have to do. I pull my hair into a messy ponytail, then throw it in my white bunny hat. My bangs fall in my face, but I don't have time for that. I run down stairs to the kitchen, where my adoptive sister, Cake, is waiting. You see, I was adopted at a young age by the Kat family. I know I'm adopted, but I have always viewed them as my true family.

"Baby, we're gonna be late!" Cake exclaimed.

"I know Cake, I'm sorry! Do you know where mom put the Pop-Tarts?" I asked.

"3rd cabinet, top shelf. Hun, are you sure you're ready for public school? You know you can wait another year."

"I'll be fine Cake! I promise. Besides, GB will look after me!" GB, or Gumball, is actually Bubba Guss, but everyone calls him Gumball because of the obsessive amount of pink he loves to wear. He's a senior this year, but he still hangs out with me. Cake, who is a sophomore, is currently dating GB's best friend, Mark Chromacorn.

"Oh, alright Baby. Well, let's hurry; Mark is outside waiting on us!"

We hopped in Mark's car, Cake riding shotgun, and me in the back with GB. As we drove in the parking lot, I noticed a lot of stares coming from the other students. Apparently, it's common knowledge I'm the new girl in school. Mark parks the car, and we all hop out. As we walk to the main building, I notice a boy riding in on a shiny red Harley Davidson pull in the lot. To say this boy was good looking was an understatement. He looked like he just walked out of a romance novel. He had shaggy black hair, and deep brown eyes, that almost had a red tint. He was drop dead gorgeous. Look at me, I don't even know the dude!

"Who's that?" I ask.

"That," Cake said, disgust evident in her voice, "is Marshall Lee."