Hey guys! How are you all?

So, I have decided to write my responses to reviews like the awesome people do it, so I can feel awesome even though i'm not. ToT

RESPONSES TO REVIEWS:

The Nephilim King Michael: Thank you! ^o^

swagrockstar: Well, it's not, cause Flame is kinda dead... but either way if he was still alive it wouldn't be a Flameona.

Guest: Sorry, my computer had a heart attack and broke, I'm trying to update as soon as possible! :D

Demigod-girl43: I'm glad you liked Memories! And you will just have to keep reading to find out.. :3

newsuperyoshi: Is five out of ten a passing grade?

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DISCLAIMER:
Ari: How about Cake?
Cake: Alright honeybuns..
Cake: Aripeace doesn't own Adventure Time, Pendelton Ward and Natasha Allegri own everything, cause they be awesome.
Ari: So I'm not awesome?
Cake: Well, sweetcheeks, not AS awesome.
Ari: *gets down on knees* ONE DAYYY!

Enjoi!

"Class, I suppose you have heard about the incident with Flame Perston, but we will continue class, no matter." said Mrs. Nuts, who was Fionna's last period teacher, and was a bit nuts in the head.

Fionna clenched her fists. Flame's death wasn't something that could just be skipped like it didn't happen at all. Flame meant a lot to her, and had no right to treat him like that. She dug her nails into her skin to avoid punching the teacher in the face.

"Okay students, there will be a new project due next..." Fionna tuned out Mrs. Nuts.

Why would someone want to kill Flame? He never did anything bad, well, except get detention and mess with the teachers. But that doesn't give a perfectly good reason to kill someone.

Fionna looked over at Fallon, who was looking out the window with a sort of longing. Fionna could tell Fallon was thinking of Flame. Poor Fallon, Fionna thought. That's so sad that her crush would just be killed...

The final bell rang and Fionna began to pack up her things and put them in her green backpack. She walked out of class with Fallon, and then waved goodbye. Fallon went to the back of the school while Fionna walked home out the front.

"Fi! What's up?" someone asked her. She turned around and saw the senior Marshall Lee.

He had midnight black hair, and was somewhat a goth, but she knew he was a really fun dude at heart. He loved to prank teachers and he played a bass, which was in the shape of an axe. His eyes were full of concern for the young girl.

"Have you heard about Flame?"

"That one fire-head?"

"Yea."

"What about him?"

"He was killed." Fionna said flatly, water threatening to spill out of her eyes. "Everyone has been treating his death like it didn't even matter. Marshall, me and Flame were friends since the 2nd grade!" she cried, tears running down her face. "I miss him."

Marshall walked beside her, a hand around her. He then went in front of her, both hands on her shoulders. "Well, we should become detectives!" he exclaimed, his eyes shining with the usual excitement they always had. "We will find out who killed Flame!"

Fionna smiled and hugged Marshall Lee. "Thanks for making me feel better... partner in crime."

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"Cake I'm home!" Fionna shouted into the doorway. After there was no answer, she took off her backpack, went to the couch, turned on the TV and hugged her green backpack.

"You only hug your backpack when you are sad. What's wrong?" asked the 27 year old behind her. Cake was a brunette with blonde highlights, who's parents adopted Fionna.

"Flame was killed." Fionna replied, trying to hide any emotion from her voice, so she would seem tough, like her "sister" had always taught her to be.

Cake read her mind. "You want to cry. It's okay to cry when someone you love dies."

The bunny-hatted girl broke down into tears instantly. Cake comforted her by giving her a hug, then tickling her. Fionna grinned and pushed her sister off of her. "Me and Marshall are partners in crime. We are going to find out who killed him."

"Babycakes, you shouldn't get into the police's work."

"But I have to!"

Cake sighed. "You are so stubborn Fi... alright. But don't tell nobody, okay?" The brunette whispered into Fionna's ear, "'cause anyone could be the murderer..." she grinned and patted her sister on the head, getting a suspicious look from the blonde.

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Marshall greeted Fionna with an attempt to scare her, but only received a punch in the shoulder.

"I've never done this 'detective stuff," Fionna whispered. "What do we do?"

Marshall replied, "Just act normal. Continue school normally, but if you see someone that seems suspicious, follow them around. Get clues, and suspect everyone."

"Even you?" Fionna asked.

"Even me." Marshall smirked. "See ya later alligator."

"In a while crocodile." Fionna walked to homeroom which was Mrs. Petrikov's math class. Fionna never was good at math, and the classroom was always cold, so both of them hated each other.

Perhaps Mrs. Petrikov was the murderer.

After school was over, Fionna went to 976, her first period classroom.

"Mrs. Petrikov?" Fionna peeked her head in through the door. No one was there. She found this as an opportunity, and snuck in. The blonde looked through the desk's drawers, finding only love letters from her husband, Mr. Petrikov. Not to mention lots of ice packs, and other cold related things.

Fionna was about to leave when she saw something on Mrs. Petrikov's desk. A number two pencil. The one Flame had been bragging to the whole school about. Why was it on her teacher's desk though?

The door opened and Mrs. Petrikov walked in. "Fionna Adventure! What are you doing in my classroom?" she screeched.

Fionna turned around and held up the pencil. "Why is Flame's pencil on your desk?" she asked.

"It... it was on the ground..." the old lady protested, and the young girl paced towards her, glaring. "Okay, okay someone gave it to me!"

"Who did?" Fionna questioned, getting Mrs. Petrikov up against the wall.

"I... I can't tell you! I don't know what will happen if I do, but I know something bad will happen!" the teacher cried.

Fionna could tell this old lady was too weak to kill a sophomore, but this was a clue, so she kept it. "Fine. Have a nice day." she said, storming out the door and giving the scared lady one last look.

But she dropped the pencil.

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