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"Hear, citizens of the Candy Kingdom!" I beckoned them.

The candy people stopped what they were doing and turned around to me. Their candy-coated, sugar-filled faces looked at their leader, me, with awe, awaiting my orders.

I exclaimed with the loudest and proudest voice I own, "Let us join in the castle to celebrate our victory over the Why-wolves today!"

They cheered in excitement as the gate doors, secured by the Banana Guards, slowly groaned open. Party music emanated from the castle along with the scents of a delicious feast. Everyone threw their hands into the air and started chanting "Bonnibel! Bonnibel!" in rhythm. This was strange though. The candy citizens know me as Princess Bubblegum. Where did they get Bonnibel from?

"Bonnibel!"

The crowded cheering sounded like it was becoming more singular.

"Bonnibel!"

This voice was so familiar.

"You're going to be latel!"

What was I going to be late for? We're having a party!

"Bonnibel Bubblegum, wake up!"

I jumped up and became startled. My eyes were barely open, and my mind was still in between reality and fantasy. Did I just have a lucid dream?

This place was more familiar to me than the sugar-crusted walls of the Candy Kingdom. It was my actual kingdom, which was actually my bedroom. It might as well have been the Candy Castle though, since it was just draped in pink and white everything. There was something that wasn't candy-colored in my room though, and it was my pale, redheaded maid, Pepper Minze, who was clad in the designated dark blue and white uniform for maids, as chosen by my father. She was only in her early thirties, but the tiredness in her eyes and face and wear and tear on her hands showed otherwise.

"Bonnibel, it's time to get up!"

"Wuzzah?", was all I could muster at the moment.

"It's time for school, Bonnibel.", Pepper sternly pronounced.

I sat up in my bed and rubbed my eyes a little bit. Small bundles of my disheveled, light blond hair fell in front of my face as I started to face reality. It really was time for me to get up. 6:14. It was a pain to get up this early every day just for school. I would be graduating soon though. Just a few more weeks, and I would be done with high school and start living on a college campus. A few stretches, a yawn, and a silent, groggy march to my bathroom was the start to my tired mornings. I turned on the faucet and cupped cool water in my hands. I looked at the tiny puddle and reluctantly splashed my face with it. I hated washing the sleep off of my face. It felt like I was dissolving the Candy Citizens.

I did what I had to do; my simple routine that I practiced for days on end and perfected, like the exhausted yet fulfilled apprentice of a skilled craftsman. I put on that tired uniform of a pink tie and skirt, beige vest with the school insignia on it, and a white collar, short-sleeved shirt. Not in that order of course. I flipped my, now neat and tidy, hair out of my shirt, grabbed my bag with the materials I needed for the day, and started heading for the kitchen. There, I saw Pepper making a proper breakfast; stacks of carbohydrates drizzled in sugars and fat, proteins still sizzling with remnants of cooked oil, vitamin wedges cut neatly on a separate plate, and a tall glass of calcium on the side. Thanking Pepper for the meal, I took a bite and finally felt more awake. Each bite I took could've sent me to heaven. The juices and tastes unique to each food blended in my mouth and created a sensation that could only be discovered through eating.

Through my state of euphoria, I heard the newscaster on television rambling on about political issues that I wasn't old enough to have the ability to care for, the latest diet fad, and murders and assaults that spawned from late last night to early this morning. I finished up and looked at that old grandfather clock that rested in the same corner since the day I was born. The pendulum swung back and forth allowing the tired hands of the grandfather clock to click and clack just as how it did decades ago. The dried, faded wood beautifully encompassed the off-white face of the clock. It said, with exasperated groans that grew familiar to me, that it was time for me to head out.

I took my car keys out of a small clay pot that I originally made for my parents' keys. I won't forget how proud I was to have made something that could be of use. I was only seven after all. I bid farewell to Pepper and opened the door. As I stepped foot outside, I felt a blast of heat smash into me. The heat wisps quietly danced around the insides of my clothing, grazing my skin in all opportunities it could. The heat immediately triggered me to run to my silver sedan and pray that it didn't turn into an oven on wheels. Regardless of the heat, I had to brave the fires and get to class on time like it was my mission.

Going through the light traffic to my high school, I reflected on this morning.

I am Bonnibel Bubblegum, a senior at Achilles-Ackerman Academy who is also the student council president, top of her class, only valedictorian for graduation, and role model to all students, and staff, who want to succeed, yet I'm dreaming of things like the Candy Kingdom and Why-wolves. My face flushed a little at the thought of my childhood fantasies as I gently hit my forehead on the steering wheel during a red light to hide whatever shame appeared on my face, but everyone had some sort of fantasy dream when they were younger, right?

I write really long sentences. And I'm sorry about that.

Super descriptive first chapter. It's all told in Bubblegum's POV just because I wanted to challenge myself and write like how a prim and proper "princess" would narrate her life.

I know I have issues with the solidarity of my tenses, and I'm sorry.

So "minze" (I think) means "mint" in German. Trying to make it so that the Adventure Time names can belong more "properly" in a modern world.

"Bonnibel" is Scottish apparently (for attractive and pretty [don't take my word for it though]), but "Bubblegum" is pretty universal, so. Ridiculousness is forgiven.

The icon is done by hobo-somniis, who does really cute art (on Tumblr).