A/N:Sorry I haven't been updating for a while but I've had a pretty bad case of writers block so im sorry if this is lacking in...whatever its lacking in. I also want to say that Demonic Saviour isn't going to be updated for a couple of days simply because I have other fics I want to work on. If you want me to work on it THEN BUG ME ABOUT IT PLEEAASE because I wont know whether you like it so just PM me.

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Bonnibel yawned and stretched out her arms as she walked down stairs. Getting up at seven with Jet Lag is one thing she really shouldn't do but if she wanted to start school and get her grades up early, it was something she was going to have to get used to.

"G'morning mu-" She cut herself off when she opened the door to see Marceline sat on one of the stools talking to her mother.

"Ah, Bonnibel your awake! Marceline here was just telling me that she'd be happy to drive you to school every morning, to get you there on time." Bonnibel furrowed her brow. Marceline could drive?

"Yeah mum sure..."

"Great, well you better go get dressed Princess. We leave in a few minutes." Princess? Bonnibel's brain wasn't exactly at its fastest during her normal routines on a morning but this..this was extremely slow.

"Erm...right..dressed."

"Don't tell me you need help getting changed do you?" The pale teen groaned, jumping down off her chair and walking over to the pinkette who was still a little dazed by the whole ordeal.

"N-No just..Jet lag.." She mumbled, turning around and going back upstairs.

"She normally like this?" Marceline asked her mother as she watched Bonnibel stumble up into her room.

"I'm not normally up when she's getting ready." Marceline nodded and sat back down. It was a full ten minutes before Bonnibel came in wearing some denim shorts and a light pink tank top.

"Ready!" She was positively beaming at marceline who in return gave her a Cheshire cat like grin.

"Your still wearing your slippers." Bonnibel frowned at Marceline's comment and slipped out of the comfortable footwear.

"Obviously i wasn't going to go to school with them on.." Making yet another trip up and down stairs she returned wearing some white socks and pink trainers.

"Okay, now you've achieved getting dressed we can leave." Bonnibel could have collapsed then and there when Marceline opened the door. It seemed that the heat was nothing to the elder girl who was wearing a black shirt, a hoodie was wrapped around her waist and threatening to fall with every movement.

"Aren't you warm?" She asked quietly as she caught up with the girl.

"You get used to it."


The school wasn't that different than the one she went to back home. Apart from not having to wear a school uniform and instead of tables they have desks. Bonnibel sighed as she left her fifth lesson.

"Hey Princess." The mischievous voice of Marceline reached her ears and weirdly, she smiled at the nickname. "What do you have next?"

"Errm," The pinkette looked down at her schedule. "History with Mr Grabb."

"Heh, we have the same lesson...lets go." Bonnibel followed the oddly pale girl to room H15.

"Marceline," The teachers rather annoying voice shrieked when the pair walked in. "Who is this?"

"Woah, calm down Lewis. This is the new girl, Bonnie." Mr Grabbs eyes darted between the two girls.

"Very well, show her to her seat Miss Petrikov." Marceline opened her mouth to say something before she snapped it closed and tugged bonnibel towards the seat next to hers. "World War Two...Marceline, Details."

"Well, a rather rude man name Adolph Hitler decided that he didn't like any of the Jews so he tried to kill them all."

"Where did he live?"

"He was originally from Austria but he lived in Germany."

"Hmmm...how did he kill them?"

"Various ways...He gassed them, put them in concentration camps, made sure that everyone knew who was a jew and who wasnt..."

"Most famous Jew?"

"Anne Frank."

"Carry on."

"Well, like i said. He didn't really like the Jews so for quite a while he made sure that they either died or didnt have a good life; he thought that if you were blonde with blue eyes you were perfect which is stupid in my opinion. Anyway, The other countries found out and decided that they should declare war on Germany."

"Very good, what about you bonnibel?" The pinkette looked up at the blonde teacher.

"Erm, well... the Second World War, was a global war. It lasted from 1939 to 1945, It involved the vast majority of the world's nations including all of the great powers eventually forming two opposing military alliances: the Allies and the Axis."

"Marceline, detention. Bonnibel, good work." Marceline slumped down in her seat while Bonnibel stared questioningly at the teacher.

"But..Marceline gave more detail."

"On Hitler. I asked for the actual war itself."

"Drop it Princess...Your going to get me into even more trouble.." Marceline hissed to bonnibel.

"But she still gave more detail than me. I just gave information about the teams and how long it lasted, she gave information about what happened and why it happened. She also answered all the other questions you asked."

"Marceline, do you want another detention?"

"Bonnibel!" The pinkette groaned and sat back into her chair. Why would you give a detention to someone who went even further into the topic?


"I still don't think it's fair." Bonnibel mumbled to the other girl as they walked to the cafeteria.

"Yeah well...I'm going over there to talk with my friends. You can go and make your own, see you on the flip side." Marceline practically jogged over to a table where the two boys from the other day were waving at her. Then the realization of what just happened hit Bonnibel; She had just been left by the one and only person she knew.

"Marceline, you can't just leave me!" She whined when she sat down next to her.

"Go make some friends Bonnibel, you don't want to be a loner the rest of your life do you?" Marceline earned a high five from the brunette boy as she grinned and turned back around to face them.

"I thought we were friends."

"No. Do you want your life to be over?"

"Why-"

"Because im a reject, an outcast. You don't want to be friends with me, trust me." Bonnibel sighed and got up, looking around for an empty table.

"Hey there new girl," A tall girl with long blonde hair stood in front of her, a smile on her face. "My name's Pippa."

"Eerm..hi?"

"I saw you talking with Marceline over there, do you know her?"

"Well, she drove me to school this morning.."

"Oh well...would you like to sit with me?"

It turns out that much like Bonnibel herself, Pippa had moved from Korea to England a few years ago and was hoping that Bonnibel would help her with her English.


"Marceline, where are you?" Bonnie grumbled as she searched the now empty hallways of the building; School had ended a few minutes ago and she had already looked in Mr Grabbs room.

She turned a corner and froze when she heard a soft melodic tune float through the air from one of the open Music rooms, what had simon said about her using the one of them after school?

"La la la la..No, that's not it." Bonnibel peered through the doorway and saw that Marceline was sat on a stool with one of the school's electric guitars. Simon was sat at a desk doing what looked to be paper work. "La la..la la la..la la.." The ebony haired girl growled in frustration and looked over to Simon.

"What's the matter?"

"N-Nothing...Just something a teacher said about...something."

"Two something's in one sentence? that surely isn't good." Simon chuckled to himself as he watched Marceline sit the Guitar back on its stand and move to the drums.

"Shut up simon..." Bonnibel stared in awe as Marceline took out a pair of Drum sticks and began playing away as if she had been doing it all her life. Simon looked up and grinned when his eyes landed on the pinkette.

"Ah, Bonnibel! What are you doing here?" The drumming stopped and marceline stared at Bonnibel.

"Oh...er..i was just wondering if marceline was going to drive me home or not."

"Or not..." The teen growled as she got up moved over to the piano.

"How...How many instruments do you play?"

"I dunno..." Bonnibel's mouth formed a silent 'oh' as she slumped down onto on of the empty chairs.

"La la la la..la la...la la...la..." Marceline furrowed her brow and played a few notes on the piano. "Yeah, Simon? i think the guitars better in this case."

"Like i said Marceline, as long as you get good grades you can use whatever instrument in here that you want."

"Great, you got a trumpet?"

"Sadly not, no."

"Oh well, lets hop princess."


"so is simon..."

"A teacher?...yeah." Marceline narrowed her eyes at the car in front of her before over taking him.

"Wow, that's pretty cool." Bonnibel commented as Marceline pulled up outside a house that certainly wasn't hers.

"I gotta get something. I'll be back in a bit." Bonnibel nodded and watched as the girl ran into the house only to return a few minutes later with a box and what looked like a laptop. The box was carefully pushed into the back of marcelines old red truck and the laptop was put on the back seat.

"Okay, one more stop and you get to go home." She breathed as she started the engine up and drove off.

The next place they stopped was at another house, this time one of Marceline's friends was outside waiting for them.

"Will you help?"

"Sure.." They both got out and marceline rushed inside where she and a boy named Finn began talking about...something or other.

"Great..okay, so it'll be ready later?" Marceline asked as she bent over to pick up yet another box.

"Yeah Marce, sorry for wasting your time."

"Nah, doesn't matter." Her ebony hair fell in front of her face as she walked into the room where Bonnibel was waiting. "Lets go Bonnie, will you pick that case up there?" Bonnibel smiled and picked up the small red leather instrument case.

"Why do you need this stuff?" She knew it was none of her business but she was thoroughly intrigued by the contents of the box in marceline's arms.

"Just some things that i need." And the conversation stopped there.