Dear Friend

Author's note: Hey guys! It's T.K. Hale. I know it's been a really long time since I have written anything at all, again. Well I was going through a lot of spiritual and personal problems. Now I'm back to writing though! ^-^ Of course I am starting with this story which combines my two favorite story obsessions right now; Adventure Time and The Perks of Being a Wallflower. Whelp...I talk too much...I'll just start the story now. coughs Please review.

Chapter 1

Dear friend,

I'm writing you this letter because my therapist thinks it will help me heal in some way. I don't know why she thinks this. I don't think anything is wrong. She insists the fact that I won't talk about "the incident" with anyone other than my family's dog is a bad sign. I just like talking to him, he listens to me and actually understands! I don't even know what to say in this damn letter. Today is my first day of high school. Joy. It's not like somebody will talk to me. Not even my sister. Today is going to suck. Well friend, my sister is yelling at me to hurry up.

Until the next letter (ugh),

Fin.

Fin Alexander sighed as he rolled away from his computer. He could hear his older sister Fionna screaming from downstairs. He knew he had face the music and go to school soon.

"FIN! I SWEAR IF YOU MAKE ME LATE..." Fionna yelled angrily.

"I'll be down in a second!" Fin yelled back irritably. He sighed and shut down his computer. He then quickly grabbed his backpack and tried to hide his annoyingly long blonde hair with his favorite hat.

As Fin walked down the stairs, it was painfully obvious that Fionna was angry with him. She stood there dressed in all blue, her long blonde hair pulled into a ponytail. Her foot tapped the ground as a fast pace, and she wore an irritated scowl.

"You took your sweet time," She commented. "Did you take your meds at least?"

Fin found himself sighing. Fionna was only three years older, but sometimes she could be more of a mother than their actual mother.

"Fin..." Fionna started with a stern look.

"I took them okay?"Fin muttered "We should probably get to school, if your car will even run."

"Oh it won't," Fionna commented while looking at her nails. "Simon is waiting outside to take us to school."

Fin stopped inches from opening the door. He hated his sister's boyfriend Simon. They had been dating for several months now, and Fin was convinced Simon was a huge asshole.

"Fin, it's just one car ride," Fionna pleaded. "Be nice."

Fin just scowled and made his way out the door.

That day was defiantly not going to go well.

*D*F*

Fin's earlier feeling had been right. It had taken his sister and Simon less than five minutes to get into an argument over some waitress Simon had supposedly hit on the night before. Fin had just rolled his eye and turned the music up on his MP3 player louder.

School hadn't begun much better. Fin was convinced all of his teachers disliked him for his spaced off nature and his lack of participating. He also had sat alone at lunch, it wasn't like he had any friends from middle school or anything.

So when he walked to his second to last class, Beginner's Music, he didn't expect anything different.

It began like all his other classes had. As he walked in, he scouted out the seat that seemed the most isolated and then parked there.

"Hello class!" Fin heard someone say as the bell that signaled the beginning of class rang.

Fin looked up and was surprised to see a boy not much older than him sitting on the teacher's desk.

"I would like to introduce you to Beginner's Music! Otherwise known as the stupid class that teaches what should be the best subject in the world in the most boring way." The boy continued with a humorous gleam in his eye. "I hope you all don't die from the lack of learning!"

A couple kids snickered. Most just were texting or laughing with some friends. Fin stared at the boy with interest. He seemed comfortable with he was, probably an upperclassman who was taking the class because he had flunked it the first time and needed the credit to graduate. He had dark hair and eyes, but was very pale.

There was a clapping from the back of the class. All the students turned to see a man standing in the doorway to the room that held a wide assortment of instruments. He had to be in his late twenties at the most, with dark blonde hair that was cut short. He was dressed, frankly, like a punk. He had several earrings in both his ears, and he was wearing some rock band shirt and jeans.

"Hello class," The Man said with a grin. "I'm Mr. Doberman. I am going to be your teacher for this semester."

A girl in the front with hair dyed purple snorted. " Dude. I, like, don't think you are, like, anymore our teacher than Marshall King of Nothings who is ,like, up there."

Marshall just grinned, "Lily. Honey. You know how I feel about bitches, and where I think you all should go."

"Umm, Excuse me?" Lily growled, obviously offended.

"Class," Mr. Doberman snapped. "Let's calm down. I am you're teacher. The teacher who has taught this class for the last twenty years retired last year."

"They don't let teacher's dress like that," A girl with brown pigtails said while she applied red nail polish.

"They really wanted me as a teacher." Mr. Doberman replied with a grin, then he looked straight at Marshall. "You must be Mr. Lee. I was warned about you. A real troublemaker huh? Well, I'm not going to take any crap from you, and this class in going to be far from boring. Take your seat, King of Nothing."

Marshall openly scowled, but did as he was told.

Mr. Doberman sat on his desk and smiled a huge smile.

"To begin the class I am going to say a little about myself, to prevent questions about it later. My name is Jacob Doberman, I graduated top of my class at one of the best music schools in the country. I got married when I was seventeen because I knocked up my highschool girlfriend. We have three kids now and are expecting our fourth and fifth in the spring. Yay, twin are so exciting. My wife and I speak perfect Korean. I am teaching this class as a favor to the principal. I am also a very talented violinist Any questions?"

A large number of hands went up. Mr. Doberman just sighed.

"Okay well, here is you kid's first assignment. For the rest of class, I want you to take out a piece of paper and tell me about yourselves, what you want to know about me, and what you want to learn in this class. Make sure to tell me your musical preferences."

Fin immediately began writing. He hated talking about himself, but music he could talk about. He ended up with three pages in a couple of minutes. After he was done, he just sat there awkwardly.

Mr. Doberman must have noticed Fin's lack of writing, because he cam over and snatched the paper's from Fin's desk.

Fin spent the rest of class reading an adventure book he had in his backpack. As the bell signaling the end of class rang, he heard Mr. Doberman call out.

"Umm...Fin? Could I speak to you for your moment?"

Fin squeezed his eyes shut in frustration. What had he done to piss off this teacher?

Everyone else had piled out with a snicker, and it was just the two of them left.

"Mr. Doberman?" Fin asked with a sigh. "what did I do?"

"Call me Jake," Mr. Doberman muttered. "It makes me sound less old. You didn't do anything, kid. It was your paper. I found it fascinating. You didn't write much about yourself."

"No, sir." Fin replied.

"Hey," Jake replied. "I liked how into music you are. You seem like a good kid. Have you made any new friends yet?"

"No, sir," Fin repeated.

"Well if you need someone to talk to, I'm here man." Jake grinned. " You can find always find a friend in strange places. I hope you enjoy your last class of the day."

Fin shrugged. "Sir, no offense, but I hope my music teacher isn't the only friend I make today."

Jake just grinned in response, and waved Fin away.