Hey guys and gals...! How long was I gone? Honestly, I don't know. I haven't been updating for a while because I've been trying to catch up with my studies. I'm not a bad or/and lazy student! It's just that I joined a sports team and we are having our competitions. It took away some of my school time and I'm one of the pupils that want straight A's all the way! Sorry...

Setting: Teenage Years, after Sad Times Part 2...

Clubs

Bonnie and I want to join a club. I suggested cheerleading. Imagine wearing the uniform doing cartwheels and aerobics stuff... Bonnie wasn't interested. She was like, "It's too athletic and I'm not that athletic kind of person. How about Chess Club? That sounds fun!" NERDS! Turbo nerds! I folded my arms and glared at Bonnie.
"C'mon!" I repeated again and again.

Bonnie was getting annoyed.
"Marceline stop!" She said covering her ears.

I didn't stop, not until she agrees to go for cheer-leading try-outs. She started screaming out "La, La, la!" to block out my voice. Hah! It didn't work. She got super annoyed and finally agreed. It's so easy to force Bonnie. I didn't even break a sweat!

Practice

I wanted Bonnie and me to get accepted so we practiced after we've done our homework. She got into her exercise outfit (That's how she calls it). Bonnie... Overprepared... Is that even a word...? Oh! There's a red line underneath it. Is that breaking any wall...? Sorry for that.

When I said over prepared, I meant that she... um, how do explain it. She prepared ten bottled of water, five towels, a box of energy drinks, an extra pair of socks and tons of sweat bands and when I said tons I meant super-duper tons! Bonnie, I know you're rich but you're over-doing it... Seriously.

We practiced some cartwheels and some arm-waving and cheer-leading stuff. I don't know! I'm not a cheerleader... yet! I never noticed how flexible Bonnie is. She's like um... Bubble gum? As flexible as a bubble gum? Is that a good phrase? I know it's rubber but... I like to be different... What am I doing? Less talking, more practicing Marcy! You HAVE to get accepted!

Try-Outs

It's the day of the try-outs and I'm super nervous, Bonnie's super chill. She doesn't know I'm going to rip her to pieces if she doesn't get through... She doesn't know...

I can hear the cheer captain rejecting students... a lot of students... Is it my turn? It's Bonnie's turn... Wish you luck Bonnie! She did some awesome stunts...! She has a really high chance of getting through. Sometimes, I wonder if Bonnie is a bubble gum/human hybrid... Just saying!

It's my turn! Oh crap! Crappity-crap-crap! Butterflies... Butterflies... SO MUCH BUTTERFLIES... I stood there, in front of the captain. Long blonde hair, glowing blue eyes and fair skin, like most of the cheer captains I see in movies. I hope she's not snobby like them too! I took a deep breath and started to do the routine I planned. Shake those pom-poms girl! You aren't going down without a fight!

Did I pass? I don't know! I didn't dare to look at captain's face... I am so scared... Super scared... What if Bonnie passes but I don't? She's going to laugh at me! I should have thought this through... I SHOULD HAVE but... it's too late... The captain called us in and announced the students who passed through...
"Jennifer Demitri... Sasha Wealsers... Mindy Tarlin... Zoe Promlin... Bonnie Grace Bell Cadencia... Katherine Marcy Abadeer..." She announced.

When I heard my name, everything felt so good! Sunshine and sparkles, unicorns and petals... That's so stereotypical... My mind blocked out everything so I could hear myself... My inner-self. I am so relaxed right now... Ahhh. I walked beside Bonnie.
"You wanna go to the ice cream parlour after this?" I whispered.
"Only if we're going to the one that has bubble gum flavour and the texture of the ice cream is like bubble gum." She whispered back.
"You know, saying the name of the store would be easier..."

I Scream, You Scream, We Scream For Ice Cream

"Hey Bonnie?" I said as I took a spoonful of ice cream.
"Yeah?" She said.
"You want to set-up an ice cream store when we grow up?"
"Why when we grow up when we can do it now? We're rich!"
"What should we call it?"
"I Scream, You Scream, We Scream For Ice Cream!"
"No way! I think one ice cream parlour is already named that plus, it's too long!"
"Frostbite?"
"Nope!"
"Ice Cream."
"One, that's one of the most unimaginative name for an ice cream parlour, and who names an ice cream store- Ice Cream?!"
"There's one pretty close- The Ice Cream Store."
"Oh my god..."
"Who names an ice cream store- Oh My God?!"

I sighed and ate some more ice cream. I needed to eat it faster since it was melting and I don't want to eat melted Oreo ice-cream. I like it served cold...
"How about- Oh My Ice-Cream!" Bonnie suggested.
"Just stop... Please..." I said slapping my forehead.

I don't even know how Bonnie came up with those names... I'm going to give being mean a try here- It's just how Bonnie works... Is that a mean one? Too mean? I don't think so! Was it even mean?

Prom Dress

I can't wait for our school prom! I'm not even halfway through the school year! I can't wait to wear a dress and... And... Get fetched in a limousine and... And... Become Prom Queen! Actually, there's hardly any chance I'll become Prom Queen so scratch that... It'll probably be Bonnie. I grabbed a sheet of paper and started drawing my dream prom dress. I wanted it to be shiny so I'll be seen! I want it to be blue like the night sky. It'll be the best prom dress ever!

Fashion Sense/Style

Bubbles (Another nickname for Bonnie), has been sticking to a certain type of style since she was young- Geeky Chic. She's all cute when wearing those types of outfits. She's like those brainy and cute anime characters. They are like teddy bears and... Flowers and... Pink... That was stereotypical. Well, only wearing a certain fashion styles isn't hard if the person's rich. Designer clothes are like paper to them... That was to billionaires.

After a lot of thinking, I thought that I should also have my OWN fashion sense/style. I looked through tons of different styles and some were OK and some were RIDICULOUS. That was when I saw this type of clothes that was B-E-A-UTIFUL! I think it was called- Punk Chic. It was cool-looking! The style was totes perfect! I looked through some Punk Chic outfits for some inspiration. I wanted to draw a punk chic outfit of my own. Maybe I'll be a fashion designer one day... Maybe...

Cheerleading Practice

I never knew cheerleading would be this HARD...! We had to do push-ups and stretching. For Bonnie, it was a breeze but for me, it's the complete opposite! It felt like... um... walking on sharp rocks! I just want to quit! No! Not today... or any other day! I'm strong and I'll never ever give up! That has exceptions.

We practiced the pyramid and I was at the bottom and Bonnie was near the very top! I find it really unfair. I'm way, way slimmer and lighter than her! I'm sexier! Bonnie's becoming really popular. Cheerleaders keep talking to her like, every time! I miss the old Bonnie, the one that has time for me...

Jealous

I am super-duper jealous of Bonnie. She's got the moves and the looks. She's a natural red head. Actually, her red hair is light so it looks pinkish. Anyways, I have dull bluish black hair. The blue's not even noticeable except if it's under bright light. She's got flexible body and I don't. Sigh...

Sometimes, you just wish to be someone else even for just one day to feel what their everyday feels like. I want to be Bonnibel... Forever. I don't want to be Katherine Marcy anymore. I want to be Bonnie Grace Bell, Ms Popular! People have been talking about Grace lately. I want Grace back, I want Bonnie back...

Outcast

Grace has been busy lately, busy going to her NEW friend's party and by NEW friends, I meant every popular teens in school. I feel like a total outcast... I AM an outcast. Nobody special, the invisible girl in school... I'm not alone... There are also other people... other outcast... Forgotten...

I decided to look for them. I found three of them hanging out like friends. They were Keila, Bongo and Guy. Guy has a crush on Grace. He seems like a nice and mysterious guy... I like it! They weren't popular to the other kids but to them, they were the most special and incredible person they've ever seen. Why is that so? They're strong, they're reliable and they're themselves. I'm not saying every popular kid isn't strong, unreliable or trying to be others...

We became friends really quickly. We all loved Music. Keila could play the guitar, Guy, the keyboard and Bongo, drums. I started to hang out with them a lot. Grace didn't care... She didn't even notice.

Unreal

My friends and I have been talking lately and Guy suddenly brought up the topic, Love. Kiela laughed loudly.
"Love's not real! It's just another word for betrayal. You love somebody may mean, "One day, I'll betray you."" Keila laughed.

No... Love IS real. I opened my mouth to protest but no words came out. Nothing.
"One day the people you "love" will leave you..." Kiela continued.

The people you love will leave you... Grace... Jonathan... Mom... Dad... They all left me for one reason or another. Sigh... Grace is going to attend a party next weekend... Another weekend alone for me.

Rebellious

My friends and I wanted to do something... Fun... We bought some spray cans, fingerless gloves and masks. The masks to hide our faces and the others for fun. We wore the mask and gloves and headed to the nearest unnoticeable and paint-free wall. We shook the cans and started spraying it around doodling mini monsters and stuff. My friends created different doodles but I focused on one thing- Drawing a broken heart. I think you already know what that meant.

We were lucky we didn't get caught. Super lucky. It would get us noticed but not in a good way Plus, we already said we don't need to be recognised. I'm starting to like the activities we do. It makes me feel... Free. Free to be who I am... Free to be me.

Bands

Bongo, Guy, Kiela and I decided to start a band. We called it- "The Outcasts". Not the best name and not the worst.

Outgoing
Understanding
Talented
Charismatic
Adventurous
Supportive
True
Sensible

Our Motto will be: Show Your True Colours.

Band Practice

I've been spending all my time writing songs for our band. I wrote six lately. I've been practicing each song at least two times a day. My bandmates aren't working hard any less. We're not doing this to get noticed, we're doing this for fun.

We've been practicing in Bongo's garage where all our music equipment are. We chose that place because Bongo's garage is empty. His parents don't even use it. It was super dusty when we first entered it. We cleaned it up and it became our band room. Its walls are decorated with posters of our favourite bands. They're our inspirations. Ooh! Gotta write a song 'bout that!

Better

'Our' parents are pretty worried about Grace and I. They said we haven't been hanging out unlike last time when we spent like every minute together. Grace and I didn't say a word. We knew our relationship was falling apart. I didn't care. It wasn't MY fault!

My new friends are way, way better than Grace was. My new friends were supportive and nice AND they won't EVER stab you in the back or exchange you with new friends. I like my new friends and I don't want to leave them...

Apart

"Not my fault, not my care,
I was scared and you weren't there,
You weren't there by my side,
You weren't there when I cried,
We're fallin' apart oh..." I wrote on my notebook where all the lyrics to my song were written.

What's the meaning of this song? If you said about Grace's and I's bond then you are correct! I was literally crying when I wrote this... Okay! I STILL want Grace and I to be best friends but... I don't know what to do! She' rarely at home and so am I... I'm scared, okay. I... Sigh, there's nothing I can do... I'm so sorry...

Party Crashers

Our band meeting are held every Friday and this Friday, Keila suggested that we should crash the popular kid's party. I didn't like the idea not one bit.
"No, no, no. That ain't a good idea. You know how the football players will react?" I protested.
"They'll beat us into dust! Roarrr!" Bongo yelled.
"It'll be worth it! Trust me, guys." Kiela said.
"Nope! No way! Nu-uh!" I cried but my voice was blocked by my other band members agreeing.

I just stared at them with my mouth wide open. The consequences... I'll be in my grave after that party. Kiela started planning the plan. She bought Liquid Ass from a joke store and chilli extract from the grocery. She said the Liquid Ass smells horrible and she let us take a sniff of it and she was correct. The chilli extract was to put on every food we can find in popular kid's fridge. The party will be the best/worst experience in my life.

Party Poopers

We went to Jason's house, where the party will be held. We sneaked in and carried out the plan. Spraying Liquid Ass everywhere, putting tons of chilli extract in the drinks. They'll be in quite a shock.
"Keila... You're going to far..." I said when I saw her putting fake poop in each and every corner of the living room.
"Too far?! Hahaha! You don't know what too far means..." She said rubbing her hands together and laughing evilly.

I wondered around the house. Jason wasn't there and so were his parents. I heard that he was going to fetch everybody up as he got his license and wanted to make use of it. I went upstairs to his bedroom. There was a telephone in his room and it had voicemail. I played it.
"Hey Jason! Your girlfriend London here! You haven't been answering your phone, anyways, Bonnie is so naïve! She thinks she's popular just by joining cheerleading. I am so going to torture her! And the plan you told me was brilliant! That'll teach her! Hahahaheheheh!" The phone played the mail.

Plan? What plan?! What are they going to do with Bonnie? I checked my phone and there were tons of unopened texts.
"Katherine! We're going now!" He called out.

I ran downstairs and went out of the house with my friends.
"You got the secret camera set up?" Bongo asked Keila.
"Yup!" Keila answered smiling,
"Let's go." Guy said.
"No..." I said shaking my head, "They're going to do something with Grace and I have to save her..."
"You mean Bonnie Grace Bell? The Ms Popular? Why do you need to save her?" Bongo asked me.
"B... Be... Because we're sisters! We help each other!" I cried.

A few minutes ago...

"I'm sorry I haven't been talking to you Marcy. We're still sisters and we still love each other, right?"
"Hey Marcy! Sis! I'm going to help cheer captain. Hope ya understand!"
"Hey...! I've been thinking 'bout the ice cream store name and I thought- Dairy Snow! It's still bad isn't it? I'll think of some more! Never give up on your dream sis!'
"Heyyyyyy... I'm bored. Are you? I thought of a joke... Oh.. nevermind... I just forgot. LOL"
"Mar-Mar! Just want to let ya know I luv you!"
"L-U-V Marcy! Y-O-U You wanna? ROTFL"
"Brandon is really hot isn't he? OMG. I think I have a crush! Jhgsdbaxmi!"
"Hey Marcy... I'm sorry I didn't say anything when our parents were talking to us. I didn't know we were falling apart... I'm sorry. Please forgive me... T-T"

Those were the texts Grace sent me... I didn't read it last time... I was too angry... It was really my fault...

Back To The Present...

"No matter how much we fight, we still and always will be sisters... I have to help her!" I cried.

A smile grew on Bongo, Keila, and Guy's face. I'm guessing that was a yes. We saw Jason's car in the distance.
"Okay! We'll hide in the closet in Jason's house! Go! Go! Go!" Keila said.

We sneaked back in Jason's house and hid in the closet.
"Okay... Wear this mask..." Keila said pulling out four white masks from her bag.

Everything we wore was black so the mask stands out. We heard footsteps.
"What's this smell?!" A girl cried.
"Is that what I think it is?" A teen cried pointing at a brown stuff near the corner of the living room.
"What kind of party is this? Jason?" A boy asked angrily.
"I-It's not me! Promise!" Jason said.
"Then who is it?" London cried.
"I-It must be... Bonnie! That witch!" Jason cried.
"Huh? I didn't do anything! Trust me! Please...!" Bonnie cried.
"That witch protecting herself. Nobody's on your side so just tell the truth!" London cried.

Keila got four bottles of Liquid Ass, A few lumps of fake poop and four spray bottles filled with chilli extract out of her bag. She gave us some of each and told us to prepare for attack.
"Throw her in the closet!" A male teenager cried.
"Yeah!" London smiled
"Aaaaaah!" Bonnie screamed.

Peeking through the tiny holes in the closet, I could see Bonnie being grabbed by a few boys. The closet door opened. In that very second, Keila, Bongo and Guy started spraying Liquid Ass, throwing fake poop and spraying chilli extract at the teens. I caught Bonnie when she was thrown in the closet.
"Aaaaaaaaah!" She screamed again.
"Ewwwwww! Blegh! Shit! Literally!" The teens screamed.

I gave Bonnie some of the items and she started fighting with me. She had my chilli extract spray bottle and some of the fake poop, I got everything else. Keila, Bongo and Guy secured our exit. We escaped successfully. Keila, Bongo and Guy were safe too! We ran home as fast as we could as we know the football guys are fast runners and they probably will be running after us.

Bonnie and I got home and 'our' parents were really shocked when they saw us. First of all, we smell horrible and two, we were smiling... together!
"You two got back together?" Our mom asked us.
"Yup!" We smiled together.

-Fluff Chapter Done!

-I can relate to some of the mini-stories in this chapter.
-I got the idea of the sibling rivalry from my brothers. We dislike each other but we still love each other.
-Thank you for all your support guys and gals! And again, I'm sorry for updating so late. My team got into the semi-finals and our first match will be on Thursday. Wish us luck!