Marcie sat in her new bedroom,with her new ipod,in her new house,with new parents. Everything about it was new...she had just moved in to yet another foster family's home and she knew it wouldnt last long. It never did.
Marcie,short for Marceline had been in the foster care for 10 years now,ever since her uncle went crazy and had to be put in a home. She wasnt the nicest girl,and she sure wasnt normal...but you wouldnt be either if you went through what she had.
She goes from foster family to foster family almost every month. You see,she wasnt the sweetest girl ,in fact she had horrible temperment issues. She cant count on her fingers how many times her foster familys have called her a monster cause she loses control and sight of herself when she gets angry.
Marcie sighed and thought about what her new school would be like. She honestly didnt know what to expect,everything had been so nice so far. Maybe there was hope for her.
Her soft pale lips pulled at the edges forming a small smile at the thought.
Maybe...
Just maybe it will be different...
Marcie stood up and began to get dressed for the day. She wore a loose black and crimson sweater that fell halfway down her theighs with a pair or lightly ripped black skinny jeans. She combed out her long,black hair that had just a perfect gleam of a deep purple in it,making it seem like the night sky. She looked over herself in the mirror before slipping on her all black converse. She slung her black and red Bass guitar that was shaped like a battle axe over her shoulder and grabbed her book bag before heading down the stairs to the kitchen.
She grabbed a small box of raspberries and a monster before heading to the bus stop. She tossed a few berries in her mouth as she walked to her stop ,slipping her headphones in to block out the world around her. She sipped at the monster in her hand and finished off the red berries. She tossed the container aside without a care and stared off into the distance while she waited for the bus to arrive. Her grey eyes were almost a silver tone as they stared off with no emotion held in them. Or so it seemed.
Once at school Marceline walked to the the front office to receive her schedual and locker number. Once she got them she headed down the quiet empty halls to her locker as fast as she could to avoid the rush of students that would soon fill the halls once the bell rang. She quickly threw her books into her locker and retrieved her science text book and sketch book. She heard the warning bell go off and she rushed to her first period class- Science. Apparently she wasnt the only one who wanted to avoid the crowd when a pink haired girl rushed into the science class ,nearly colliding into marcie. Marcie was at loss for balance as she fell to the ground with a soft thud. She let out a small whimper like sound as her pale body collided with the hard floor.
" Oh my,I...Im so sorry!" A small voice gasped.
Marcie looked up at the owner of the voice as her pale cheeks turned a slight rosy tone. The pink haired girl lended a hand to help her up and Marcie gladly took the offer. Once she fully regained her balance Marcie brushed her self off and extended her hand
" Im Marcie" She said,her grey eyes glimmering.
" Im bonnibel " The girl replied as she shook her hand gently. Marcie smiled as she ran a hand through her dark hair.
She could tell this was going to be a better day then expected.