I found my parking spot that had remained the same for the last two years. Although they aren't assigned formally, everyone just kind of knew who had what spot. I parked my little car right next to an unfamiliar vehicle. It was a motorcycle that I had never seen before. It looked like it was taken care of better than a spoiled child. Its tires and seat matched the slick asphalt it stood on. The dark red and black paint job on this modern street bike managed to shine in the morning sun. It must've been hot sitting on the seat this morning.

I grabbed my imitation briefcase bag from the passenger seat of my car and left the parking lot. Typically, the person who parks next to me is Melissa, a curly haired gossip girl, but then again, there weren't assigned parking lot spaces. I entered my school building as I have for the past four years; elegantly and reluctantly.

Following the invisible trench that I should've made with my footprints after walking the same path for so long, I made my way to my locker and opened it with the simple, three-number combination. I put away the things I didn't need and took the things I left stranded overnight in my locker to be reunited with me. I made my way to the student council office and started working on the paperwork I needed to get done by next week.

The student council office was the size of the regular club rooms only slightly larger to make room for a walk-in closet. Walking through the door, there is a coffee table immediately in front, two couches facing each other on opposite sides of the table, shelves resting their backs on the walls to the right, and a worn desk to the left. Next to the desk was that closet of leftover equipment from previous years that none of the clubs needed this year.

After I sat in my chair behind the desk with a pen in my hand and several lines of ink already on scattered forms, I heard three sharp knocks on the solid wooden door. They didn't wait for my word to open the door. Emerging from the crack of the door waved solid, rich blond hair. The owner of said hair had with a uniform in pink, white, and beige like mine; although, her skirt was shortened a little more. She had on an item that made her stand out; a thick, rainbow muffler in the beginning of May. This poised girl, however, wasn't breaking a sweat.

"Princess, good morning!", she said with a friendly smile.

"'Morning, Rain.", I replied.

She was my vice president; my right-hand woman. She was also my best friend, and as my best friend, I know all of her business, and she knows all of mine, like how my nickname around school is "Princess" because of my standing as student council president and the way I hold myself around school. I don't mind it though. In fact, that nickname has given me more respect than trouble. Besides, since I was a child, I wanted to be a princess.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm just finishing some paperwork for the prom, approving or disapproving budget increases. You know; simple stuff."

Rain is also a native Korean, and English is her third language. I can understand her Korean, but she wanted to practice her English while she wasn't in Korea.

"Good! Can I help?"

"Well . . . I need to know if the music club is going to be performing during the school festival. The deadline was yesterday, but since you know Jake, could you ask him about it? I need a more definite answer than 'probs'.", I stated with my student-council-president tone.

"Sure. I let you do your paperwork then.", she compliantly said.

Before she left, Rain gave me a little bow and waved, showing me the mix of Eastern and Western culture that she experienced. I wish I could travel like Rain. Staying in this one area is somewhat of a bore. I'm always called "smart" and "knowledgeable", but I'm only "book-smart". I want to be informed in everything. In every field, culture, game, food. Everything. It's not a want anymore; I need to see the world.

Suddenly, I heard a noise coming from the closet door. There was a low thud and then a rattling. The doorknob shook and rattled with anger. A million thoughts ran through my head. One of them was "why am I not running?". No one is supposed to be in here other than me and any other student council member. If they were a student council member, they would know that the closet door is broken and that there is a specific way to open it from the inside. Why was this person struggling? They weren't a student council member. Then, who was in the closet?!

I do not own any rights to Adventure Time whatsoever.

Trying to break up the large chapters I have saved into smaller bits, since I even tl;dr my writing when I'm proofreading / editing.