Alone in this world

Chapter 1

Kicked out

Marceline and her brother Marshall Lee were pushed out the door. They both fell on the cold hard cement. Marceline recovered from the fall, attempting to get up but was forced back down when a two suitcases hit her square in the head.

"get out of here! I never want to see you in this house ever again!" shouted their father as he slammed the door closed.

Marceline got back up, tears in her eyes; she looked over at her brother who was unconscious. She crawled over to him, shaking him awake.

"hey, get up. Marshall, no more tricks." Marceline bit her lip.

Marshall groaned, he got up rubbing his head. "oooh what happened?"

Marceline looked at her brother and sighed. She got up on her feet, grabbing her suitcase. "let's just go." She walked forward, head drooped downwards.

Marshall looked at her and looked back at their house, he stared for awhile before sighing. He got the hint, he got up and grabbed his suitcase. He caught to his sister, they walked in silence for a bit before Marshall decided to talk.

"so this is it, we got kicked out." Marshall said plainly as if he didn't care.

Marceline sighed, she knew it was going to happen. They were both twins of 18, they failed school at 15 and have been slacking off. They've been living in his house, eating his food, sleeping in beds too small for them and partying like no tomorrow. They thought their dad was going to take care of them but he had enough of them. He gave them chances to go back to school to learn and get their life on track. They never did. with the death of their mother at age 12, they never were the same. They just became wild and refuse to listen to their dad, they caused problems at school, embarrassed him in public. They thought he would care for them but he was sick of them. He finally kicked them out. This was it, this was the only way to get rid of them.

Marceline wiped her tears, she never wanted to be kicked out. She didn't have a job or did her brother. He was the more rebellious one out of them but he always manages to pull Marceline into his antics to piss their dad off.

"hey hey, no tears Marcy. They guy doesn't deserve our tears for kicking us out. He's not even our dad anymore, so lock up those waterworks because we ain't crying for him." Marshall huffed.

He hated his dad, he never liked him in fact. He always thought of him as a mood killer, he was more closer to his mother as she understood him way more then their dad. With her gone though, Marshall became out of control. His only purpose in his life was to piss off their dad and he liked every second of it.

"how can you stay calm in a time like this? We're kicked out, we're homeless, we have no friend and no where to go. How can you stay so calm?" Marceline stopped walking to look at him.

Marshall huffed. "pshh, I never wanted to stay in that house anyways, I just want to leave but I didn't mean to drag you into it." He sighed "I'm sorry I got you kicked out too but I mean come on, think about it. This is a whole new beginning for us, we can start our own life together."

Marceline furrowed her eyebrows, she didn't share her brother's vision of a new life for them in the future; she was more worried about now.

"but- where are we going to sleep, we aren't going to just sleep on the ground are we?" Marceline sounded worried as she looked around.

Marshall looked at her, he hated for her to worry so he looked around. Finding nothing sleep in, he thought a bit. On days when he ran away or wanted to be alone, he would frequently come to an abandon house to sleep in. it was very far from where they are now but he figured it couldn't hurt to walk. He looked at her smiled.

"hey Marcy, remember when you were little and you twisted your ankle? Remember I use to carry you everywhere? Well get on my back sis, we're blowing this popsicle stand." Marshall turned around and bended down.

Marceline eyed him, not sure if he was serious but she was out of options so she climbed on his back. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and her arms around her neck.

"comfortable?" Marshall asked as he stood up straight.

Marceline nodded. Marshall smiled, he picked up her suitcase then took a deep breathe in. he grinned before running off ahead. Marceline gasped and held on tighter as he ran. Marshall was pretty strong and Marceline was pretty light so it made it easier for Marshall to give her a piggy back ride. He rounded a few corners and ran down some blocks before he came to an abandon house, the owner to this house didn't want it destroyed nor did they want to live in it so they kept the deep and let the house rot; little did that person know was that Marshall frequently lived in it when he ran away from home. He stopped infront of it, it was just a simple two story house. Windows were boarded up, the paint on the house has began to tear away from it, most windows were broken but overall the house was sturdy and secure as if it was just ready to move into.

Marshall let Marceline down on the ground. "well, we now was somewhere to sleep."

Marceline looked at the house, it was old but she trusted Marshall's decision. She took her suitcase from him and walked inside along with him behind her. Marshall took a box of matches out of his pant's pocket, lighting a few candles along their way.

"living room is this way." Marshall grabbed her hand and led her into the dimly lit living room.

they candles in this room were still burning since the last time he ran away and that was days ago. He took some candles out of his suitcase, lit them and placed them beside the older ones.

"it's not much but at least it's a start."