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Bonnie slid through the open doors of the lunch room, looking around for any of her friends. She had almost given up when the erratic waving of a hand caught her attention. She followed the arm, which turned out to belong to her brother. She hurried over, gently sitting in one of the open seats at the table.

"Hey sis," he said, absent mindedly fixing his hair. He had a habit of doing that.

"Hello!" Bonnie replied, looking around the table. Two other people we're sitting with them, both of them good friends.

The first was Finn. He had a soft, babyish face, but not entirely un-attractive. He had green eyes that'd suck you in if you stared at them for too long, which was always a hit with the ladies. His hair was long, longer than most girls in the school. It was a golden brown and well groomed, yet he kept it hidden away in that strange bear hat that he always wore. While only a Freshman, he had been friends with Bonnie for a few years now. At 5'8, he was just an inch shorter than her, and he couldn't wait for his next growth spurt.

The second was Jake, Finn's older brother. Jake had dark, almost dirty blonde hair that matched his brown eyes. While not nearly as seductive as his brothers, they were still attractive in their own way. He was about 6'2, a tower compared to his friends. He was more attractive than his brother in his facial appearance, having a sharper jaw line and thinner nose. He was a Senior, graduating with Bonnie this year.

"So, Finn, you got any crushes?" she teased, throwing him a friendly punch. "I'm sure you must have seen some cute girls here!" She laughed as he blushed, crossing his arms and muttering to himself.

"How about you Bubba? Any hoties out there?" His reaction was only cause to laugh harder, both him and Finn now skulking.

"So how's your day going Bubba?" she asked lightly, a pitiful attempt at conversation.

"Oh, same old. I got stuck with Mrs. Garsanda this year," he said, the smile fading from his lips. "There is something interesting though. That strange girl is in my class. I think her name is Marceline or something," he muttered, thinking to himself.

"Oh, yeah it's weird. I've never really seen her around but recently.." she trailed off, realizing everyone was either leaving to get food or in a conversation. Tapping her foot out of boredom, Bonnie glanced around the lunch room. Strange, she didn't see Marceline here. They shared American Studies, which means that they had the same lunch today. She shrugged to herself. 'Probably off in the bathroom or something'. She pushed her bangs out of her face, then stood up, heading for the lunch line.

Five minutes later and two dollars poorer, Bonnie was once again seated at the table, picking at a slice of pizza. She took a tentative bite, and upon discovering that it didn't taste completely vile, took a larger chomp. Chewing, she ignored Jake and Finn, who were seeing who could eat their hotdog the fastest. Another look around the cafeteria revealed that Marceline still wasn't here. 'Odd..,' Bonnie thought, wondering again where she could possibly be.

Grabbing a hold of her carton of milk, she took a few gulps, and realized she needed to pee. Badly.

Excusing herself, she made for the doors. Whoever had built this school had been smart, placing bathrooms right outside the lunchroom doors. Bonnie gently nudged one, and it swung open silently, revealing the assaulting smell of a high school bathroom. As the door closed behind her, she heard two voices coming from the inside of the bathroom. She couldn't make out what was being sad, but the two girls we're obviously mad at each other. A few seconds later, the sound of flesh hitting flesh and high pitched squeals could be heard. All was silent except for the sound of rushing footsteps. Bonnie was standing behind a wall that stopped anyone outside of the bathroom from seeing in.

A small girl with black hair and a lip piercing ran by, not even noticing her. Although she got a quick glance, it looked as if the girl had a bloody nose and a black eye. Bonnie gasped slightly. She wouldn't stand for fighting. Turning the corner, she began her speech about no violence, but her voice caught in her throat, dying.

Marceline stood, leaning over a sink and looking into one of the bathrooms many mirrors. She had a damp paper towel, and was dabbing under her nose, cleaning up the small amount of red that was dribbling out. She noticed Bonnie standing in the background and jumped, a small intake of breath signaling her surprise.

"You just scared the crap out of me!" She exclaimed, half-annoyed. "Word of advice: Don't sneak up on me," she growled, throwing the red stained paper towel in the garbage. Bonnie sighed impatiently, not appreciating the attitude.

"You do know this school has a very strict no-fight policy? You could get suspended for this. As president of the Student Council, I cou-"

"Oh, shut it, would you?" Marceline interrupted, a look of boredom crossing over her face. "She attacked me first, which, if I remember correctly, means my actions were simply self defense." She then washed her hands briefly, drying them off with a small strip of paper towel.

"But you still fought back, which means both of you are responsible!" Bonnie said, slightly frustrated. This girl had no reason to give her lip. She was obviously in the wrong!

"Listen sweetie," Marceline said, turning around and heading for the bathroom door. "Dont bother me with threats of punishment. I tend to anger quite easily, and I'd hate to ruin such a pretty face," she teased, smiling when Bonnie grew frustrated by the comment. "See you around," she said, disappearing from sight as the door closed around her.

Bonnie sighed deeply, trying to alleviate some of the anger running through her veins right now. She ran her hands through her soft hair, and sighed again, stomping her foot on the ground. All she ever did was try and do the right thing, and this is how she got treated. Like gum on the bottom of a boot. She used the bathroom, washed her hands, and got out just as lunch ended, engulfing her in a never-ending sea of people. She gave up on finding her friends, and slowly dragged her feet to her next class.

Forty-Five minutes of Physical Education was spent lecturing students on the importance of passing this class, and the last ten just allowed students to mingle. The last period, Marine Science, was on the first floor, right next to the school's front doors. As if some horrible curse was working against her, Marceline sat two seats in front of Bonnie.

After everyone was seated, Mr. Thomas stood up from behind his desk, and wrote ''Marine Science'' on the board.

"Now, does anybody know what this actually means?" he questioned, pointing to some nerdy looking girl sitting in the front row.

"Marine Science is the study of the ocean and..." at that point, Bonnie already had her tuned out, deciding instead to retreat into the folds of her mind. Her eyes wandered around the room, briefly examining the posters that said stupid motivational things, such as "U hand in homework, U get better grades." Her eyes caught on a pair of black boots, one foot swinging in a slow circle. Following the dark skinny jean clad legs, her eyes fell upon the back of Marceline's head.

She frowned, remembering their semi-fight in the bathroom. Sighing, she kicked her feet.

"Okay, so, I'm going to put you guys into pairs, and I'd like you all to start brainstorming ideas of what we could do this quarter. Sound good?" The class gave a general murmur of agreement, then stood up to find someone to work with. Bonnie knew no one in this class, so she hung back, waiting to see who would be left over and partnerless. After most groups were settled, she looked around at who was left: Marceline, and two weird nerdy girls.. who then decided to team up. 'Great! Now I'm stuck with her ALL class. Just perfect." Bonnie resentfully made her way to Marceline, wishing that she had just picked someone else.

"Oh, hey again," she said, showing that dangerous smile of hers. "Look who the cat dragged back from the dead."

"Shut it," Bonnie replied, already annoyed. "I just want to get through this class, doing what we have to. That's it, okay?"

"Awe, is someone getting a little pissed off?" Marceline teased, pouting and wiping away a few fake tears. When she got no reply, she sighed, throwing her hands up. "Okay, fine. We'll do it your way, kay?" She said, actually sounding genuinely disappointed.

"Okay, listen," Bonnie started, looking at Marceline. "I'm sorry for what I said in the bathroom. I just don't appreciate trouble makers. I'll let you off the hook.. this time. Deal?" Marceline pondered the proposition, before finally lowering her head and breathing out a yes. Satisfied, the two shoved aside their differences, coming up with ideas and submitting them to Mr. Thomas, who was watching the class and slowly stroking his black-haired beard.

Finally, the last bell rang out, it's shrill sound bringing good cheer to the class. Her first day was over.

Only 179 left to go.