Hey all, another Amphibia story, this time entirely focused on Marcy. Am I projecting/ is this influenced by my own experiences, yes, yes it is. I wanted this to be a one-shot, but I figured 'why not split it up for coherency and length'

Also in this story Marcy's autism (yes it's canon, look it up) plays an important role. Plus, Marcy is meant to be about fourteen/fifteen in this story.

TW: Panic attacks, bullying, and light transphobia

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A robotic, piercing beeping punctured the ears of a young asian girl with short, greasy black hair. She uncurled her hand and slapped the source, hard, but not too hard successfully shutting off her alarm clock. She creaked her body up and inhaled, the smell of unfamiliarity hit her once again. It had been several weeks since she had moved here with her family, but even then she still hadn't got used to the change.

Then the realization hit her. It was the first day of school, no, the first day of High School.

"It's okay Marcy, you're okay." She told herself to try and calm her nerves.

After they moved to Indiana, Marcy's parents had her take an acceleration test, either to make up for the year she was gone in Amphibia and/or their confidence in her was enough to have her take it despite her protests. Having done well, but not actually acing it, she skipped the eighth grade and has been tossed into high school against her will. An unfamiliar high school, with unfamiliar people.

Marcy forced herself out her bed she began her new, school adjusted morning routine. As she brushed her teeth she noticed how her hair had really grown out a bit, and it actually looked pretty nice. Maybe she'll keep it grown out a little bit from now on, Marcy then realized she was getting off track and finished up. A quick time-check with her phone showed that she still had a good amount of time.

And now a new predicament, what to do with that time before she has to go. Marcy was completely and utterly stumped, and the constantly retuning thought of a high school disaster skyrocketed her anxiety to record levels. Her lack of current occupation and stress made it seem as if time had frozen, only causing her anxiety to persist longer. All she could do during this time was pace back and forth through the living/kitchen room area in a designated path like an animal at the zoo.

Finally, after much unwanted anticipation the time had finally come for her to go, something that despite the agony of waiting, dreaded far more. She then passed and acknowledged her mother without words.

Her mother stopped her and leaned down to wish her good luck. "Okay Marcy, you have a great first day sweety." She told her before giving Marcy a light peck on her forehead.

'If only things were that easy'

"Thanks mom." Marcy said with less confidence than she liked as she then turned to leave. As soon as she was facing away her smiling facade dropped. She gripped the straps of her backpack and began the short trek to the high school. Luckily it was on,y a few blocks over, at certain angles one could probably get a peak from her own house.

When Marcy made her way to the school, many students were lined up outside the main doors, awaiting the first bell. Marcy kept to herself at a distance, the noise of the many students would be too much stimulation for her to bear. But the bigger factor was that she simply just felt completely out of place here. She was a young, weird outlier gal from LA, how could she possibly fit in with with a bunch of Hoosier students, many of whom were older than her.

Once the bell rang, the barge of high schoolers made their way in. Marcy trailed behind for the same reasons as earlier and went through the office area to take a more comfortable path.

"Hello, you're one the new student right." One of the three secretaries said just as Marcy placed her hand on the knob to enter the massive corridor of hallways.

'Darn' She really hoped no one would acknowledge her presence, nevermind the fact that she was new here. "Umm, yyyeah." She said as she tried to tuck her head into her sweater like a frightened tortoise.

"I suppose your mom let you know about your resource teacher?" The secretary asked. Her dad was so busy at work that her mother was basically the de facto variable when it came to Marcy and school.

Marcy shook her head in an untruthful response, she just wanted to get out of here.

"Great. And do you know your schedule?"

Now that was something she did know, and she responded as before. Then turned around to go to her first class. As she removed her schedule sheet she untucked her turtle face and looked over it.

'Wait what?' She mentally whispered to herself. Only now did she realize that this school had a block schedule. Four, ninety minute classes one day, plus four separate thirty minute lunches. The only similarity was lunch, and even then there were four different lunches back-to-back either before, during, or even after third period to allow the surplus of students to evenly fill the cafeteria throughout the two hour period of switching lunches A through D. Luckily for Marcy the headache of four separate lunches wouldn't be a problem as she had the first lunch both days.

All this information crowded Marcy's head, and as she tried to make sense of it, it simply 'stirred the pot' confusing her even more. Luckily before Marcy was sent into anarchy she lied to herself in an attempt to assure herself that it would be fine.

She looked back at her schedule sheet, today the classes were the ones listed on the left side of the sheet. A 'Left Day' she thought to herself. First up, Homero- 'Wait, why is Homeroom only on Left days?' Oka- 'Hold up again! Homeroom/Basic Skills?' What!?

Could this be what the secretary said about 'Resource Teacher'? She then vaguely remembered her mom talking on the phone with the school when things were getting set up. Maybe it was a teacher that would help her? But she was already an 'A' student, why would she need help? There was probably more to why she had a 'Resource Teacher'.

'Maybe I should ask- NO, I can't ask people I don't know about it, and what if they think I'm stupid, what if this resource teacher thing is for me because I could be stupid.' Her dreaded overthinking returned with a horrid vengeance.

'DING!'

Marcy gasped as she looked up, a digital bell system sounded off once through the intercom. Was she really pacing back in forth trying to make sense of the situation for that long.

Marcy scrambled and looked at her schedule, her first class today was Homeroom/Basic Skills with Mrs. Williams, room 415, which was down the hall from the main entrance then to the right hallway.

Absolutely panicked, Marcy started her way down the hall. She was afraid of getting called put for running so she simply fast walked speedily enough to not look too much like running, which only further panicked her, she was late, but she didn't want to run there, she'd get in trouble for moving too fast too.

Panic began to set in, her heart started racing and she began breathing more heavily and rapidly, ignoring the fact that there were still students acting and moving much more casually than she was. Marcy made the ninety degree turn to the right. Now in the four-hundreds hall, she was almost there and continued to speed along, luckily the class door of 315 was propped open and she darted into it, it was a miracle that Marcy made it without slipping or falling once.

Finally.

'DING, DING, DING, DING'

The same bell rung four times again. Having not heard it Marcy blazed into the room in an accidentally over-dramatic fashion then laid back on the wall of the room was heaving for breath, practically hyperventilating, which was more out of panic rather than exhaustion.

'I'm late! On my first day no less! What will the teacher think if me. Oh no, what if this is what becomes of me here. Marcy Wu, the slow weirdo from California' Marcy began to physically panic at the thought, her breathing raced up again and she began to sweat despite now suddenly feeling chilly, tucking her head into her sweater again.

'Wait Marcy! Don't start panicking! People will only see you as more of a freak! Don't panic!

Don't!

Don't.'

Unfortunately Marcy's mental words worsened the situation, but she was too panicked to even realize just how worse she got.

She was crying, and she was too numb from panic to realize it. She, and seemingly everything around her was silent. Marcy continued to tuck further until all she could see was the inside of her sweater, small scratchy patches of light from where the cloth was slightly thinner. It was only now that she felt her tears when they dripped onto her shirt.

The chaos in Marcy's mind continued to viciously ravage her emotional state, worries and anxieties swirled in vortexes of stress that battered her brain like sledgehammers.

Until a physical, soft weight laid itself upon her shoulder.

And suddenly, then and there Marcy was frozen, her thoughts stopped. Hell froze over.

Marcy slowly uncovered her head from the sweater, dual stains from the streams of tears were clearly visible. Her vision was blurry for a moment, but after a few seconds things began to clear. Two people were standing around her, Marcy had no idea how much time had passed nor how long they were standing there, but she did notice that they had clearly concerned and worried expressions on their faces.

Muffled sounds began to come from the two, it took a few seconds for Marcy to focus on what they were saying.

"Are you okay?" One of them asked, finally clear enough for Marcy's conscious to grasp.

Marcy was silent, she wanted to say yes, but doing so would be both lie of the century and one that they would see right through. The one that spoke signaled the other to go back in order to leave her alone with Marcy. After they were gone she looked back towards Marcy with the same worried expression.

"So you're new here?" She asked very simply and calmly, but not in a way that made it seem like she was talking to Marcy like a child.

Marcy slowly nodded, her anxiety was beginning to seize knowing that this person was trying to help.

"So you're Marcy. I'm Mrs. Williams and I'm your resource teacher, do you want to get up and take a seat?"

Marcy reluctantly shook her head yes and pushed herself up, despite that fact that she still wasn't ready to get into full swing.

"Sorry I'm late. It's been a rough morning."

"Oh no you're not late, you actually got here right on time. You must have been confused by the two-minute bell." Panicked would've been a better suited word, but nevertheless that fact that there was a two-minute 'warning' bell was nice.

"First days are always rough Marcy. And with your situation we'll try and take things slow okay?" Mrs. Williams said with a smile.

Marcy was surprised at this generosity she wasn't so used to back in Middle School in LA. Marcy was shown her seat in the front row, the desks had moderate spacing between each other which Marcy liked as it gave her enough personal space unlike the compact rooms in LA.

Mrs. Williams quickly went over the general aspect of what 'Basic Skills' was, it was simply a mostly chill period with a single, practically five minute and extremely simple assignment a week. Luckily, being the first day, there was no assignment. Then came lockers, Marcy didn't like lockers, those number dials she had to recognize and spin were too much hassle. Fortunately Mrs. Williams noticed how reluctant Marcy was and said that although she had an assigned locker, she didn't have to use it, explaining that a former student did the same which helped Marcy feel a little bit more comfortable knowing.

After that Marcy and her dozen or so homeroom class mates went back to the room. Now she had the next, uhh.

Marcy checked the clock on the side wall. Sixty-five minutes! 'Only ten of these were with the lockers. Did I really have a panic attack for around ten to fifteen minutes!'

'Breath Marcy, breath.' Marcy took several slow breaths to calm herself before she started to potently spiral out of control again. Marcy looked around in the room out of curiosity and her eagerness to explore, plus it did occupy herself too. The room was actually nice, there were your usual motivational posters plastered on the walls that were painted a somewhat dull blue. A pull switch fire alarm, a sink and soap dispenser, oth- wait what!?

Marcy looked back to the area where she was curled up before, it was a counter composed of cabinets with a sink on top, with the accompanying soap and paper towel dispensers. Odd.

Focusing back on what she was doing Marcy continued scanning the room, there was a stand with multicolored small sliding cabinets filled with general utensils ordered in each one on the far left of the room right in front of Mrs. Williams desk, where she sat calmly and observed the room, particularly Marcy herself to make sure she was okay. Although physically and mentally strained, Marcy felt a little bit more calm than before.

Not too far from her right was another, different desk. It was slightly larger than the student desks and had a wood texture, but it was similar in overall shape.

In that desk sat the second person who was around her when Marcy had her breakdown. It was a young woman, perhaps only twenty, maybe nineteen, a little too old to be a regular student. 'Maybe that's why she has a special desk?'

Her dark brown hair was of medium length and seemed to naturally be a bit messy but not all over the place. Even though she was sitting it was clear she was quite tall. Currently she was writing, no, she was drawing something, with a tablet sat up beside her.

Marcy sat herself further up in her seat to get a glimpse. The girl and her tablet next to her however obscured the paper too much from Marcy's distance and angle, but yet she still tried to see it.

The woman drawing then took a sip from her canned soft drink. In the corner of her eye she noticed Marcy looking at her desk. "Hey. You okay?" She said.

Marcy partially froze up, not expecting her to say anything more than what she was drawing if she noticed her.

"Uhh, yeah." Marcy paused nervously. "Say, what are drawing?"

The woman looked down at her partially finished piece. "This." She picked it up and showed Marcy. "Just a T. rex."

Marcy was borderline mesmerized by the drawing, although relatively simple it still had a great amount of detail. With individual drawn out scales, wrinkles and even facial scars that reminded Marcy of a certain friend back in LA that she may or may not have a massive crush on.

"That's so cool." Marcy was finally able to say after her short examination.

"Aww thanks. You know, I never did get your name."

"Oh, I'm Marcy."

"Claire, nice to meet you Marcy." She stuck out her hand for a friendly handshake to which Marcy recuperated with a smile, however a pinch of nervousness grew in her chest again from this short interaction.

After she shook Claire's hand Marcy noticed a patch on the left side of Claire's shirt collar. Marcy was taken out of the moment at seeing the two multi-colored pins. The top one had oranges, purples, and white on it. The bottom one was blue, pink, and white.

They were LGBT pins.

Marcy internally smiled. 'A Lesbian. Just like me.'

Marcy wanted to ask if she could have some paper to draw, but as soon as she opened her mouth that pinch of nervousness became more prevalent. 'Oh come on Marcy you were fine just a few seconds ago.' She hated how the unfamiliarity of Indiana and its people made her social anxiety explode at sudden, and completely unexpected times.

Marcy put a rubbing hand on her forehead and looked back down at her desk. Things seemed so calm, yet so intense. Another factor in play here was that her mom didn't want her to get distracted by her portable console like she was back in LA as these high school class were said to be pretty rough.

'But I can tackle any academic challenge thrown at me.' She confidently thought to herself. She saw her mother's reason, but still disagreed with the decision.

And so, Marcy merely just sat there for what seemed like an eternity. With nothing she could do that didn't stray beyond her comfort zone in spite of being in such a state currently. She went through her backpack and obtained her schedule again, curious about the classes she had on 'left' days. Next class was Art. at 9:15 the bell would ring at 9:10 with a five minute passing period, and thanks to Mrs. Williams there was a two minute 'warning' bell for each passing period. Marcy pulled her phone out and checked the time, 8:42.

'Ugh.'

All Marcy could do for the next thirty-three minutes was sit, sigh to herself every now and then and occasionally check the time. She naturally tuned out whatever conservations the other students of various grades were having and simply quietly tapped her pencil in a low effort attempt to pass the time.

Nothing of interest happened for the rest of the period so when the bell rang to signal that first period had ended the half conscious Marcy burst up in her seat. She turned to get out of her seat, however her clumsiness reared its ugly head. In her quickened attempt to get up Marcy fell and simply face-planted into the rough, somewhat itchy carpet (at least it wasn't the sleek marble hallways).

"Ooh, you okay? You need a hand?" A concerned voice spoke up.

"Nah I'm fine." Marcy said as she pushed herself up and readjusted her backpack. Marcy then noticed that the person who spoke was Claire. Marcy quickly noticed the true difference in height, Claire was perhaps almost a foot taller than Marcy, who was barely over five feet, short even for her age.

Marcy shook off the shock of seeing just how tall she was. "Thanks though." She turned around and made her way to the door.

The hallway was already somewhat crowded, the noise incoherency of countless conversations threw Marcy's focus off. She pinned her self to the wall to keep out of the way and scrambled to get her schedule out, her next class was Art, but what room?

The overstimulating noise continued battering Marcy's ears as she looked for the sheet she swore she placed in her backpack.

"Hey, Marcy." It was Claire again. "You dropped this." It was Marcy's schedule. Marcy's face began to bore a light smirk, she tried to make eye contact and say thanks, but nervousness and overstimulation from the noise of the hallway prohibited her body from speaking or even making notable body language so Marcy simply turned around looked straight down at her schedule. Room 318.

'Just down the hall on the other side, wow!'

Instead of waiting for the halls to become less occupied so the overstimulation would die down, Marcy stiffened her shoulders and took a breath as she went and tried to get through the crowd.

After a few bumps and nervous apologies the uncomfortable levels of noise died down when she made her way to the art room. It was more expansive than Mrs. Williams's room. Instead of individual desks there were a number of tables grouped with four chairs each. There was a second section of the classroom too, but Marcy couldn't make out much of it.

Marcy was then shoulder checked by another student who mumbled as he walked by.

'Freshman'

Marcy noticed that she was mostly blocking the doorway, hence the forced gesture from the other student. She then moved to a more open space that was still near the door leading her into eye shot of the teacher who promptly looked up at her.

"Hello there." He said.

Marcy had a scorching urge to quote a sci-fi movie but she just couldn't. Marcy nervously waved her hand towards him.

"You can sit anywhere you like."

Self selected seating was something Marcy liked, but being here early meant that wherever she sat might lead to others sitting with her. Which her anti-social self wasn't comfortable with in the slightest. So Marcy merely stood there, waiting until she was sure everyone was in the room and selected their seats. One table was fortunately empty, and was close to the wall and door. It was so perfectly placed and empty it felt like it was just served to her on a silver platter.

After setting her backpack to the side Marcy sat down. She was actually able to relax a bit now that she was sitting away from the other students.

'Ahh, this is nice. Plenty of space, wall behind me so no worrying about spies or gossip, and no one else to talk to. Haha... Wait, is that a good thing? Yes! It is!' Marcy thought to herself, no interaction meant no social anxiety, perfect.

"Sorry I'm a bit late Mr. Vern. Mrs. Williams held me up with something important." It was Claire. Why was she here?

"It's fine Claire, remember, you're not a student here anymore." The teacher sated to Claire.

"Still kinda wish I was, but this is actually kinda better so far I think. Really looking forward to the perk of no more homework." They both shared a laugh with each other and even Marcy silently chuckled.

The teacher, apparently called Mr. Vern went around the desk, Claire then bypassing him to sit behind his desk in a different chair. Mr. Vern then sat the the edge of his desk and got the attention of the class.

"Alright everyone, welcome to 2D art-" Mr. Vern then began to go over what the class was about (art, obviously) and explained what they were going to be doing and how they would go about it along with other class necessities and rules. Even though Marcy had some trouble paying attention due to her lingering stress she heard and understood enough to get the idea of the class. Luckily, as it was the first day the class essentially had a 'free day' and Marcy felt the need to draw something to get her mind clear.

After Marcy got a couple sheets of paper she prepared her mechanical pencil along with her colored pencils. Her first drawing started a bit slow and looked like more of a doodle at first, but after a few minutes or so it became clear that she 'accidentally' drew the person whom she had a crush on for years back in LA, Sasha Waybright. Looking at the half finished drawing of her beautiful best friend sent both happiness and nostalgia, but also sadness since she wouldn't see her friend in person ever again.

'No, bad Marcy, you'll see her again. Just wait.'

Marcy sniffled at bit as she thought about her two, and only friends that she missed greatly. Marcy continued to doodle while reminiscing about her friends. Anne, sweet, caring Anne and the brave and beautiful Sasha Waybright. Her second doodle could hardly be called a doodle, as it as quite a detailed piece of her in her armor and cloak from Amphibia holding hands with an armored Sasha with hearts fluttering around them.

WAIT WHAT!

Marcy looked at the drawing as a blush crept up on her pudgy cheeks. Despite no one being able to see it from her position, Marcy covered the drawing, embarrassed by it. She slowly crumbled it up in order to not be noticed and hunch over in a semi-sneaking way to the recycling bin and tossed it in, her blush refusing to subside.

For the rest of the time in class Marcy was more observant, looking around for peering eyes with baseless suspicion. But even more so with her art, making sure her doodles had nothing to do with Sasha, both to take her mind off the upsetting topic of missing her friends and her witlessness, but embarrassing mistake earlier.

Within the few minutes before the bell rang the students were lined up at the door. Having general conversations with each other. Marcy persisted in her seat while examining her doodles, it was mostly patterns and flowers with a few nonspecific Amphibia Salamanders in the mix. It was made more to pass the time rather than anything else so she discarded it when the bell rang.

Taking out her schedule once again she noticed that she had 'A' lunch, the first lunch which was right now. Only she didn't know where the cafeteria was.

"Ex-"

"Hey c-"

"Do-"

"Gah!"

Marcy was way too nervous to ask where the cafeteria was as the many students blindly passed by, she was stuck once again.

She figured that the only way she'd semi-comfortably find the cafeteria was to walk the halls in search, luckily he didn't have to worry about being late. Plus it didn't take long to find it, just a couple of turns and hallways to walk through and she found it.

The cafeteria was filled with circular tables and chairs with thick pillars to support the ceiling. Marcy wandered in the sensory overloaded jungle of students and tables until she noticed an outside eating area with four tables made of that distinctive netting look, unfortunately due to Marcy taking the time to find it the tables were already filled so she settled for an unoccupied corner table.

A few minutes later as Marcy was eating the sandwich she made and packed herself she was approached by a couple other students. One was somewhat familiar, he was the guy who bumped into her at the beginning of art, Marcy knew she was the one at fault for that but when the student placed a paper down in front of her, her rising nervousness turned into shocks fear.

"This your girlfriend freshman?" He said with an all too familiar tone.

Marcy internally panicked, she didn't and couldn't move. If only Sasha were really here to take care of these bullies like she used to.

"Kinda funny that a girl like you would even think that someone could love them." His words struck Marcy hard, she could feel the dreaded tears rising once again.

"Aw, gonna cry. Didn't know things like you actually had feelings. But hey, let me save you the heartbreak for you." He took the paper and tore it, splitting the drawing of Marcy from Sasha as both he and his friend held back snickers.

"And this." He forcefully snatched the sandwich from Marcy's hands. "I guess your mommy made this fo-

"HEY! Nolan!"

The students focus switched to the source of his interruption.

"Seriously! I should've expected this from you. Leave Marcy alone!" It was Claire, Marcy hadn't noticed that she was sitting one table away and probably just saw Marcy's current situation.

"What's it to ya, tranny." Nolan shot back, but Claire was unfazed by his remark.

"That girl just moved here and is probably stressed out of her mind already. Gah! This is always like you, putting others down because you think it's funny. If you try and mess with her again, I will use your transphobic remark against you! See, look." Claire displayed an audio recorder on the left side of her hip.

"Well what if I-"

Nolan reached for the recorder to destroy the primary evidence was was halted by Claire's toned arm. "Go back to your table Nolan." If looks could kill, Claire would be a psychopath. If Nolan and his friend here intimidated, they did a damn good job at hiding it.

Claire continued her death stare until they were properly back in their seats, then she went back and got her lunch box and other essentials and moved over to sit down next to Marcy.

"Jerks... hey, you oka-

Claire was interrupted by Marcy swiftly wrapping her arms around her while shifting her head around in Claire's chest as if to get closer than she could. Claire returned the gesture and rubbed her back for the next few minutes as Marcy wept into her chest.

"Thank you." She whispered.

When Marcy finally reeled back she thanked Claire again. "So. S-should I be worried about him again?"

"No Marcy. I'll make sure of that. Plus, some of the teachers usually sit over at the table I was at, but today they went out." Claire responded with a smile.

"But will he get in trouble for that?" Marcy asked with a tearful glint in her eyes.

"Oh yeah, he's getting detention. And on the first day no less, ouch." Claire chuckled a bit. "He was like that to me before I graduated too, unfortunately, he was pretty sneaky about it so as to not get in trouble. But vengeance is sweet."

Next thing the two knew the bell rung, signifying the end of their lunch, both of them were unable to finish it due to Marcy's ordeal.

"Hey Marcy?" Claire said as she packed her lunch back up. Marcy looked up with an anxious expression.

"Do you want me to walk with you to your next class?"

Marcy just stared as she processed Claire's words. 'Did she really just ask that, did she really want to be my friend? No, my only friends are back in LA and I don't want to replace them, I don't want to betray them, not again.'

Marcy's sudden negative thoughts overtook her and she darted.

The next two classes, science and algebra, went by slowly and were a blur. Luckily Claire wasn't in either so she wouldn't have to be confronted for running off unexpectedly.

Most of Marcy's thoughts were of the day and situation as a whole. Not only did she desperately want to make friends, she felt that if she did that she'd be replacing Anne and Sasha even though she wasn't. Every time she tried to argue with herself, the optimism, misunderstandings, and negativity would violently clash sending her mind scape into temporary anarchy.

After the last bell rang Marcy packed up her things and left as quickly as she could to try and avoid the crowds, and social interaction as a whole.

When Marcy got home her stress had peaked. Her mother asked her how her first day was as she was going up the stairs to her room, knowing that anything other than 'good' would likely lead to an unwanted talk Marcy lied.

Marcy entered her room and clutched her belly, the overwhelming stress of her first day having given her a painful stomach ache. Marcy laid on her bed, stomach still pained and reached over for her handheld console to try and relieve her stress.

"Darn, battery's dead. I swore I charged it." Marcy said aloud. "Ugh." Marcy suddenly felt too lazy to get up and plug it in. She set the console aside and pulled out her phone, which fortunately still had plenty of charge. Maybe she could text Anne or Sasha, but then it hit her, time zones. Here in the southern tip of Indiana Marcy was in Central Time, two whole hours ahead of Pacific Time so Anne and Sasha would still be in class. 'Dang it'

But then, once again it hit her, Anne and Sasha started school again a week after Marcy did now, so they'd be enjoying their last week of summer break at the moment, perfect!

Luckily she still had Anne and Sasha's number, after tapping Sasha's contact she anxiously awaited a response.

"Hey Mar-Mar."

"Hey, Sash." Marcy tried to sound as confident as possible so as to not worry Sasha.

"Today was your first day right?"

"Yep"

"How was it? And didn't your parents make you take that grade skipping test?"

"Yeah, and it's called an acceleration test."

"Whatever, me and Anne start next week, if one thing bad came out of Amphibia it was being held back a year." Both of the girls then shared a light chuckle.

"You never answered my first question Mars." Sasha continued.

Marcy sighed. "Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about Sash."

Marcy proceeded to go into detail about her experience, she usually wasn't this open, but this was Sasha, one of the two people on planet Earth she could speak her feelings to and not be judged.

Sasha listened intensely, making note of how many times Marcy mentioned this girl 'Claire' and how Marcy seemed troubled with her despite Claire's intentions being purely in good spirit. And now Marcy was rambling about, well now it was hard to understand.

"Marcy. Marcy, are you okay you're rambling, and not the good kind."

Marcy immediately stopped. "Sorry Sasha."

"It's fine Marcy, just, what's wrong with this.. Claire girl, was it?"

"That's the point Sasha, nothings wrong with her! She's by far the purest soul I've met since moving to Indiana. I just-" Marcy stopped to think about her next words.

"I don't want to make new friends, I want to us to stay together, even if we are so far apart. But Claire's so nice and is probably the only reason I'm not bawling my eyes out to you right now! I don't want to replace you! I don't want you to think I'm replacing you!" Marcy sniffled as if on the edge of tears for the third time today until Sasha spoke up.

"Marcy. We'll always be friends, even if the sun and moon collide, we will never drift apart."

"But. How, how can you know that?"

"Marcy, we went on a life changing adventure and became better people together, we fought the freaking moon together for Frog's sake! If that alone won't solidify our eternal friendship, then Frog knows what will! You can have other friends, just look at me, I have other friends here, but none of them are closer to me than me, you, and Anne."

Those words struck a soft spot in Marcy, a few tears escaped her eyes, but these were finally tears of joy. "Thanks Sasha -sniff. You're the best friend I could ever ask for."

"You're welcome Marcy, and you're the best friend I will ever meet."

Marcy's cheeks and heart were warmed from the conversation. "Sasha, could we maybe talk like this everyday were able to?"

"Of course Marcy."

"Promise?"

"I promise Marcy, again, nothing will get between us anymore."

"Thank you Sasha. Bye." And with that Marcy finally hung up. Her blush and smile seemed glued to her face, but then a thought came to her, Claire. "Man, I really messed up." Marcy made a note to apologize for fleeing Claire, surely she'll understand.

After a few seconds Marcy noticed that the discomfort in her chest had ceased, her stomach ache and the crippling weight over her shoulders were gone.

Perhaps tomorrow would be better.

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Thank you so much for reading, I'll try to get the second part out as soon as possible And is Claire a personifcation of myself, yes, yes she is. In the meantime, if you liked this story, consider giving it a like and a review, they really help me out.