Chapter 1: Chapter 1
Summary:
This will be a retelling of the Star Vs The Forces of Evil story, with Marco as the main viewpoint character. I will be maintaining most events as they happened originally in the show, with a few changes to better fit an M rating (mostly teens being actual teens rather than Disney teens) as well as removing what plot holes I can, inconsistencies, and generally adjusting when some events happen to better reflect what I feel would actually happen. Some big changes I plan involve Marcos reaction to his 16 years with Hekapoo, Stars introduction to Earth culture, and the events leading to the Wand being cleaved.
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Notes:
We're here for the long haul I hope. Here's the chapters I've finished today, expect a couple more in the days to come, then pretty frequent updates til I finish. First time writing something like this, but I love SVTFOE! I hope you all enjoy my telling of the story. I of course own none of the characters used herein.
Chapter Text
Chapter 1 (Edited to based on user comments 12/22/2020)
My name is Marco Diaz. I am a fairly normal kid, unfortunately. I have a pretty boring life in my safe little town of Echo Creek, fourteen straight years of nothing particularly exciting happening. I have a few petty rivals, a girl I like, a wonderful family, a girl that kinda scares me, straight A grades, kickass martial arts, and as of today… something cooler than all of that combined. This is the story of how I met my best friend, Star Butterfly, and the trials and tribulations we went through as we introduced each other to our respective worlds.
It all started a week into Freshman Year at Echo Creek High. All of the students were coming to the realization that High School will not be some magical upgrade to our lives, we were the same people we were in Middle School. Just as awkward, boring, or in the case of some people, amazing as ever! I'm leaning against a set of lockers in the perfect place, and I see the girl of my dreams rolling by. Jackie-Lynn Thomas, a breath of fresh air in this boring little town. She's amazingly cool, does dangerous stuff like skateboarding (even down the school hallways…?) and I even heard she's had her ears pierced like, a dozen times!
I give her my trademark cool guy (or so I like to think) nod and a nervous smile, my cheeks burning with what I'm ashamed to admit is the blush that rises every time I see her. I take the opportunity to check her out as she rolls by, returning my nod with a confident wave. She has wavy blonde hair with an aquamarine streak that matches her eyes, and freckles showing how much time she spends out in the sun. She looks like she was born to be a surfer, but as far as I know she only skateboards, in spite of the ocean not being that far off.
A long sleeved green and white shirt hugs her curves, and the blue jean shorts she prefers inform the whole world that she's developed something closer to the body of the woman she'll be than most of the rest of the freshmen class. I feel my breath come back to me as she finally rolls out of sight, and relax against the perfect locker spot I've had planned for years. Once my face finally cools down, I look at the nearest clock to ensure I'm keeping to my schedule. I wince-as usual, I had spent a bit too much time on the 'bask in the wonder of my crush' part of the plan, and I have to dash to our first class.
I manage to slide into my desk just as the bell rings, and start emptying my backpack to have all my stuff prepared to take notes perfectly, as I always do. Some people try to only note down what is most important, if they take notes at all, but I like to write down everything I see and hear and then organize it by importance later. Being a straight A student takes a lot of work, you know. I'm ready to go before anyone else has even shaken off the morning funk, and I take some time to observe the rest of the class.
Of course, first and most noticeable is our teacher, Miss Skullnick. While we have specialty teachers for some courses, like computers and workshop classes, our High School is small enough that all the general education courses are taught by her, at least in Freshman year. Which is...unfortunate to say the least. She's obese, incredibly ugly, and despises her life. I honestly don't really blame her-I certainly wouldn't want to deal with High Schoolers for thirty years straight, though rumor has it that most of her bitterness revolves around her inability to get a date.
Behind me, I notice most of the people I've been paired with throughout my entire experience in school, from preschool til now. Justin Armberg, the closest thing we have to a popular jock type, as he was the school quarterback throughout middle school. Lars Vanderdud, the absolutely huge wannabe bully. I squint at the tub of lard, then motion that I have my eyes on him. Brittney Wong, the rich bitch queen bee of the cheerleading squad. A dozen or so blank faces that I only vaguely recall, then my 'friends' for lack of a better word-Janna Ordonia, Ferguson O'Durguson, and Alfonzo Dolittle. I only really like the latter two, Ferguson being a giant round ball of fun and Alfonzo being probably the nerdiest kid at the school other than me. Janna, however….scares the crap out of me. She's a troublemaker who's been sticking to me like glue since the start of middle school, and constantly does this weird flirting/fucking with me hybrid thing. I'm terrified to know if she actually likes me or just enjoys seeing me flustered, and so I do my best to avoid her.
Then, of course, best of all, the girl I've been crushing on since I stopped thinking of cooties as a thing. Jackie-Lynn Thomas, who looks absolutely adorable staring blankly at the wall and pondering death by boredom, like most of the class. I blink myself out of my daze, and glance towards the front of the room as Ms. Skullnick finally seems ready to begin the lesson. Unfortunately for me, all my preparation for note taking goes to waste.
The intercom crackles to life and calls out, "Marco Diaz! To the Principal's office, please." at first I begin panicking-what could I have done wrong? I rush back through my past few days in my head and think that the only thing they could have found is me missing that trash can with a crumpled up paper and leaving it there! Oh, sweet lord, Marco Diaz is a lawbreaking litterer!
After my mini-heart attack Ms. Skullnick tries to hurry me along, "You heard him Mister Diaz, get out of my classroom." I immediately stand up, dumping all my well organized supplies back into my backpack, when a thought strikes me-this is an opportunity! Perhaps now is a good time to talk about me, your dashing and handsome main character. I'm about average height, latino, constantly wear one of my dozen identical red hoodies and black jeans, and I have a little beauty mark on my cheek. As for my reputation in school, well… if you haven't noticed already, I'm not exactly a rule breaker (other than that awful littering!). Pretty much everyone knows it, but rather than leading to me getting a reputation as a stand up guy, I'm known as the Safe Kid. Considering how much I despise the boring nature of Echo Creek, being the literal poster boy of it being safe and risk free grinds my gears like nothing else.
So, I take any chance I can to try to break away from that reputation. Chances are, uh, rare, but this Principal visit is totally a rule breaker move! I smirk at the still dreadfully bored looking class, slinging my backpack over my shoulder and regaling them all with a pair of super cool Marco finger guns (trademarked), "Oh ho ho, 'Safe Kid' Marco Diaz getting called to the Office? I wonder what I could have done? Maybe I'm not as safe as everybody thinks, Hah! Bad Boy Marco, out." I flip my hair, knowing that my performance for the class is spot on. Yep, I totes had the intended effect. Of course, as I leave, I have to scootch aside the garbage can as it was in the walkway. Someone could trip!