Alright! Hello random peoples of derr interwebs. Whats up? This is a Adventure Time fanfic that my friend practically begged me to write, so, I did. I hope you like it! Please review so I can know how I'm doing!
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Bonnie smiled, sighing. Life was perfect. She lived in the suburbs, in a typical picket-fence neighborhood. Her parents were happily married, both bringing in a sufficient income to suppourt their small family. They drove nice cars, wore nice clothes, and lived in a nice house. What else could she ask for?
She was in her senior year of highschool, ready to graduate and move off to some Ivy League college where she would graduate and become a scientist. She'd meet her husband, have two children, a boy and a girl, and live happily ever after. She didn't bother dating guys; it wasn't that she didn't have time, she just wasn't attracted to them like her friends were. While her friends would sit in circles spreading gossip about the days "hotie", she would just awkwardly shuffle off into the background.
'I'll grow into them,' she thought, fluffing her pillow as she got ready for bed. The weather had been rather hot lately, so she decided to ditch the PJ's and go with some shorts and an old tank. She jumped onto her bed, catching the string from her light and pulling it in her fall. Her room was cast into shadows, the only light being the soft glow from outside her window. Her blankets rustled as she climbed under her sheets, stretching her legs. It was the first day of school tomorrow, so she was turning in nice and early. Her head hadn't even hit the pillow before she was asleep.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
Bonnie raised her head, slowly cracking her eyes open. Sunlight shone through her room, hinting towards the beautiful day that was ahead. She dropped her head back onto her pillow, groaning inwardly. She hated mornings. Dragging herself out of bed, she hit the lock button on her phone, silencing the alarm. Her room was cast in an odd silence as she trudged towards her bathroom. Turning the knob on her shower, she waited until the water was warm enough before stripping down and hopping in. The warm water drummed against her back, and she had trouble keeping her eyes open. She thoroughly washed her hair before soaping up and rinsing off.
Turning off the shower and stepping out, her feet left little puddles of water as she walked to grab a towel. Wrapping it around her chest, she continued out into her bedroom. She picked out a pair of white skinny jeans that stopped right above her ankles, and slid them on. Slipping on a white tanktop over her lace bra, she reached into her closet, pulling out a dark pink hoodie. She pulled her arms into the sleeves and zippped it , she slipped on a pair of Toms. She took a quick look at herself in the mirror and smiled. She looked rather nice.
At 5'9, she was decently tall, just enough to not look like a midget. Her face was sharp, and she had calm blue eyes, like the ocean. She had chocolate brown hair which slowly faded to a pink that matched her hoodie as it reached the left side of her head. She pushed her bangs out of her face. They were always getting in her way. Confident in her appearence, she threw open her door and dashed down a flight of stairs. She found her parents in the kitchen, cooking a large breakfast which consisted of french toast, bacon, eggs, and OJ.
Her brother was already seated at the table, his short pink hair poking out beneath a light grey beanie.
"Hey Bonnie. Ready for hell?" He teased.
"One hundred percent," she replied light-heartedly, taking a seat.
"Today's the big day, huh?" Her mom laughed, carrying a platter of french toast over to the table.
"Mhmm," she nodded distractly, stabbing at the food with her fork. She filled her plate to the brim, before letting loose the golden river named syrup. Before she knew it, her entire plate was clear. She must have the metabolism of a god to eat like that and look the way she did.
She glanced at the clock and nearly choked on the remaining bits if food in her mouth.
"6:45! Oh man, we need to go!" She exclaimed, standing up and almost knocking the chair over. "C'Mon Bubba!" She said, fetching her car keys out of her pocket and slinging her school bag on her shoulder. She stopped by the door to scratch her dog, Jake, behind his ears before continuing on.
She lost her happy attitude when she stepped outside. The air had turned brisk and cool, losing all signs of a beautiful day. Thunderous clouds hung overhead, threatening to spill their contents upon her small town. They blocked out the sun, giving off an even gloomier mood. In a slighlty saddened mood, Bonnie slid into the crivers seat of her car, unlocking the passenger door for Bubba. Once everyone had their seatbelt, she started her car and backed out of the driveway.
It was a quick ten minute drive to the West Green High School, and she parked in the front, too lazy to take the walk from the back. As her and her brother we're climbing the school's front steps, Bonnie turned to take a glance around the parking lot. St the moment, the busses had just begun unloading, and one girl in particular caught her eye. Her long, black hair hid most of her face, but she could just make out a crimson eye, matching the red plaid shirt she was wearing. She kept her head down as she walked, avoiding eye contact with everybody.
And thats when she looked Bonnie in the eye.
Bonnie gasped silently, holding the eye contact before turning quickly on her heels, her face flushing red. She hurried inside, leaving both the strange girl and her brother behind as she dashed into the main auditorium. She chose a seat in the front, durrounded by strangers. 'At least no one will bother me' she thought to herself. Finally the room was filled, everyone in their seats. To her surprise, the strange black haired girl was sitting a few seats away. She quickly looked away before she was caught staring, and tried to focus on the priciple giving his usual speech about how high school was going to be the best years of your life, etc.
She took a quick glance at the girl again, and nearly died when she caught her staring in her direction. Bonnie looked down at her feet, blushing yet again. She didn't understand why she was acting up over some random girl she had never met! It's not like she was attracted to woman or anything.. She had never considered that option, actually. She shook her head to clear her thoughts, and tried to tune in on the principle, once again failing. She kicked her feet, waiting for it to be over. She could practically feel the others girls eyes on her, and she wanted nothing other than to flee from the room.
The moment the man was done talking, Bonnie was up and heading for the exit, ignoring her friends questioning stares and roughly pushing past people. She stopped quickly to snatch her schedule out of a folder with her name on it, then continued out. She didn't stop until she had reached her locker, well away from everyone else. She leaned against it, her back pressing into the lock. 'What's wrong with me right now..' she thought, her mind racing. It's not that she felt like what happened was wrong, she just didn't understand why she was acting like this. Over a girl, too.
She tried to shove down the growing curiousity, turninng her lock and flinging open her locker. She placed her bag inside, and checked to make sure sure that her hair was fine in one of thoose little locker mirrors. Shutting it, she unfolded her schedule, curious to know her teachers. It went like this:
Mr. Pono- Foreign LanguageP1
Mrs. Faulkner- Honors Calculus-P2
Mrs. Thompson- Honors English-P3
Mrs. Creshire- American Civilization II-P4
Mr. Fayette- Phys. Ed.-P5
Mr. Thomas- Marine ScienceP6
'Oh great,' she thought, desperately hoping she had read her schedule wrong. She had heard about Mrs. Thompson. People said she was a bitch, and she wasn't going to question it. She just hoped to squeeze through her class, not getting into any trouble and just doing her work. Satisfied with the rest of her teachers she, made for her first period class, Foreign Language. It was in room 103A, which just so happened to be the location of the Student Council meetings after school.
She found the room with no problem, and slid into a seat in the front of the room, wishing already that the day was over. Class didn't start for another four minutes, and people, mostly Juniors and Seniors, slowly trickled in, filling up the seats in the back. Mr. Pono came in just as the bell rang, and dropped his bag on the desk, turning to face the class.
"Welcome Back! It's nice to see al you guys back in here. I'm sure this is going to be a wonderful year blah blah blah blah," he said, eliciting a light chuckle from the class. "Now-" he was cut off by a late arrival to class, sauntering in through the door last minute. Bonnie paled as she realized who it was. No one else in the entire school had black hair like that. She blushed as the mysterious girl looked her way.
"And you are?" Mr. Pono asked, stepping towards her. She muttered loud enough for only him to hear, and he checked his attendance list.
"Yeah, got you here. Alright Marceline, why don't you take a seat."