Introduction 2
Marshalls's POV
Dear Everyone,
Got a new girlfriend today. Hopefully Mark isn't super jealous about her. Glob. It's time I break up with him. I don't even know why I stay with him. Maybe next I should try to get Bubba. Just imagining how he'll look when I tell him it was all a lie. Golden!
Love, The Awesome
Marshall!
I threw my new book into my bag. That was my first entry into this diary-type thing. Heading downstairs, I grabbed my blazer and looked in the mirror. Glob, I really hated these uniforms. Why would Hunson put us in a boarding school? All of our stuff was already there, today was the opening ceremony, and school didn't actually really start until next week. Looking in the mirror one more time, I nodded, walking down the stairs. I grabbed an apple from our fruit bowl, waiting for my little sister. My dad came in, nodding at me in acknowledgment, "Marshall." "Hunson. Where's Marcey? I want to get out of this hell-hole." My dad glared at me, "Marshall, I take it you still blame me for Hannah's death." I scowled, yelling at him" I told you never to say that name again! You don't have the right to!" Before I had a chance to lunge at him, though, Marceline came in. She pulled me away, yelling a quick bye to our, no her, father.
We climbed into the back seat of our car, telling out driver to take us to the school. I looked over at Marceline, checking how she was dressed. "Marceline," I started. "I know that the whole uniform thing is a complete drag, but pull down your skirt, and button up your shirt." Marceline laughed, glancing at me, immediately calming herself when she saw how deathly serious I was. She crossed her arms looking at me, "God Marshall! I thought at least you would understand wanting to customize our uniforms." Even so, she fixed her clothes, smiling. She would never admit it, but she loves when I act like a real, over-protective brother.
~At Aaa Private Academy~
I yelled to my friends that I would meet them later, upon seeing a familiar pink haired figure. I grabbed his neck, whispering in his ear, "Hey Gumbutt! You have anything for me? "He looked at me, terror, strong in his eyes. "N-no, Marshall. I-I know we promised, b-but all of my stuff isn't unpacked yet." He stuttered out. I smirked at him, "Thanks, Gummy." I laughed, pinching his surprisingly soft butt. I know it's silly. A junior in High school who's so attached to a teddy bear. Bu I gave Bubba Hambo when we were, about 700.
~Flashback~
I walked to my favorite spot by the lake. I had a horrible day and just needed some alone time with Hambo. Obviously, that wasn't going to happen. I heard quiet sobs, muffled by something. I looked at the teddy bear in my hands. "Hambo should we investigate?" I asked, making him nod. Upon seeing who was crying, I ran up to the boy, holding him. "Bubba? What happened?" Bubba was always a strong kid. He never cried because of bullies, so this had to be much worse, "M-my daddy. He left us. He walked right out after my mommy said some mean stuff to him. It's all my fault, Marshall. If I had never said anything. Daddy, he would still be here." I pulled Bubba's face up to mine, giving him Hambo. "Bubba. I promise it wasn't your fault. You're a good boy. I swear. Now keep Hambo. He can make you feel better. Even if I'm not there. Okay?" Bubba smiled, nodding. I pulled my sleeve down, wiping his face clean. "Bubba. One day we can get married. Then I can always cheer you up." He smiled, still shaking a bit, "You promise Marshall?" I smirked, "Of course. And I never break my promises." I leaned down, giving Bubba a kiss.
I remember me and Bubba had always knew we loved each other. But we loved each other different from how other people our age loved each other. Bubba had always been special to me, my heart aching whenever someone hurt him. I looked Bubba in the eye, seeing he was still in shock from the kiss. "Bubba, I'll never hurt you. Cause I'll always be the one to protect you. Only me." I smiled at him, kissing him one more time, before he slowly drifted off, a smile on his face.