"Ms. Abadeer, you are late again," their homeroom teacher, Mr. Earl Lemongrab snarled at the late-comer standing on the door.
The mentioned girl just shrugged.
Growling, he ran an aging hand through his messy whitening blonde hair, then sighed. Ah, he was getting too old for this, "What is your excuse this time?" he asked, tapping his foot impatiently on the floor.
"Woke up late."
He heard some of his students chuckle.
"Again?!" he slammed his palm on the teacher's table silencing all of them, "That's an unacceptable of an excuse! You should know by now.." he raised his voice, losing his composure, though caught himself before he lashed out another sermon to the other girl. Actually, he didnt't even think the girl was listening to him so he just gave up, "..aiish! Whatever! Just go back to your seat."
"Thanks," the girl walked straight to her seat while ignoring the looks her classmates were giving her. Sitting on her chair, she leaned her chin on her palm and stared at the man talking in front of her. She knew he didn't like her, no- actually all teachers didn't like her, probably because she's always late or skipping their classes. She didn't mind it though, for she was already used to it.
It had always been like that anyways.
Stretching her limbs with a yawn, her eyes started to droop as her teacher droned on about some equations and stuff. Though frankly, she could careless about that, so she decided to rest her forehead on her table and shut herself from everything completely.
Marceline Abadeer, that was her name. She was seventeen years old, a junior in highschool with low grades, who had no ambition in life, and neither did she have a love life. Despite that hopeless short biography about her, she did do good in one thing, aside for being sporty and being a great musician, it was for being a notorious troublemaker. She was not only known for skipping classes, she was also known for "starting" fights with students from other schools or sometimes, even in her school itself.
Why? Nobody knows, of course, except Marceline herself.
But she wasn't going to tell that to anyone.
Marceline fluttered her eyes open when she heard the bell ring, which means it was now lunch. Stretching her back with another yawn, she placed a palm on her face and rubbed it, trying to wipe her sleepiness away. It seemed like she slept through all of her morning classes, and nobody bothered to wake her up. Marceline rubbed her eyes, not that it mattered anyway.
She stood up from her seat and took her unused backpack, slinging it on one of her arms leaving it dangling next to it. While walking outside to the school rooftop, she let her mind wander. She didn't feel like going to her afternoon classes today, she found it pretty boring. So she went and continued walking, deciding to idle on the rooftop for a while until the school day ends.
Arriving at the door, she saw that it was, as usual, locked. Students weren't really allowed on the rooftop, but Marceline made herself an exception. Walking over to the rusty sliding window next to it which was supposedly unmovable, she simply removed the glass pane by holding the unnoticeable dents on both the edges of the glass, then placed it back after she went outside.
She discovered it when she was once walking around the school premises, and it was proving to be quite useful at this point.
Stretching her limbs once again-she was doing that a lot lately-she settled herself at the corner of the high-fenced rooftop then brought out her bag, pulling out a large box from the inside. She opened it, revealing a wide variety of side dishes and a medium amount of plain rice inside the container. A rather big meal for a fairly skinny girl like her, but it didn't faze the girl and was actually pleased with it.
After staring at it for a while, she ate in silence the whole time and basked herself in her own world.
She was now walking home with an indifferent expression just as always, until she heard some poorly disguised footsteps behind her. She still continued walking however, until she got irritated being followed and faced the source of her agitation.
It was a teenager, who looked to be the same age as her, wearing baggy clothes and a paisley handkerchief folded in a triangle wrapped around the half of his lower face. Behind him were two more boys who had the same outfit as him, only difference was the colors. They seem quite surprised that they were discovered, to which Marceline scoffed at.
Wannabe gangsters, they really do make her blood boil.
"What do you want?" she asked, her voice oozing with venom, which seemed to have intimidated the three boys back.
One of them however, cleared his throat, apparently trying to regain his composure. "A- As expected of the Vampire Queen, sharp as ever eh?"
Marceline felt her eye twitch at the remark, "Shut up, I don't have time for your monologue."
They scowled at her.
"Just tell me why you whimps are here."
"Whimps?!" all of them exclaimed, angered by the insult, "Oh no, you shouldn't have said that, you bitch!"
With that, they started to lunge at Marceline like mindless boars, to which she just simply dodged at. Resulting them to fall on the ground, face first. Marceline face-palmed. Pathetic, ugh. Why was she even wasting her time on these mongrels?
Giving out a big sigh, she left them to fend off with their own respective pains on the freaking face.
"Oh, Marcy! You're home!" a man in his late 40s looked up from the keyboard of his typewriter and welcomed the teenager with a warm smile, which was infectious to the girl no matter how bad her day was. She was really at home here, and he loves him to death for all the things he'd done for her, she was very thankful too. She owes him a whole lot.
"I'm home, Simon."
For the first time that day, Marceline smiled.
"What would you like for dinner, sweetie?" Simon asked the girl while he started typing away on his typewriter once again, though Marceline could tell that he was still waiting for her answer, "Oh, and how is your day?"
"Like every other day," she answered and placed her bag on the sofa in the living room. Their home weren't really the biggest, but it was enough for the two of them, "And I don't feel like eating tonight."
Simon stopped typing and looked at Marceline, "Hmn? Why is that?"
She just shrugged her shoulders.
"Is everything alright Marceline?" he asked, detecting some oddity with the girl. The girl usually had a big appetite whenever it comes to food, but today seems to be different, "You know you can tell me anything right?"
"Naah, everything's fine," she waved her hand in dismissal, "I'm just tired, that's all."
"I see," Simon stared at the girl for a little longer as if he was deciding whether to believe it or not.
"Seriously," Marceline sighed with a smile.
"Make sure you sleep early tonight Marcy, oh and you should eat breakfast tomorrow too," he nodded then went back to typing, "Since you didn't eat tonight."
"Sure, night Simon."
"Good night, Marcy."
With that, Marceline took off and went to her room upstairs. After she discarded her used clothes into her laundry bin, she wore her pajamas and went over to her bed. When she laid on her bed, her crimson eyes staring straight onto the ceiling. She contemplated about her life, and on why she was feeling a bit depressed for some reason.
Maybe because her life was being so incredibly boring, or she was just feeling, lonely.
No, no way in hell was she going to admit that. Cause she ain't, she had been living like this for years, so that shouldn't bother her anymore. There are just some times where a person feels down for some reason y'know? And it only happens to be Marceline's turn this time. Heh. Yeah, that was the reason why. Yeah.
Though still, it would be nice if something interesting will happen in her life.
Something..
Someone interesting...
Would come.
AN: My first AT Bubbline fanfiction ever made! Anyways, this is just the prologue, before everything happens, hope ye like it! Stay tuned for the real first chapter!
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