Hello again, everyone! So, I don't really think I have anything to say up here. Huh. How 'bout that. Anywho, here's the next chapter!
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Meeeeeeeeeehhhhhhh Marceline's brain yelled internally. Biology had been Hell, and it didn't really help that she sat next to a 'wall' and a window. Marceline couldn't help but feel resentment for the princess. She did push her accidentally in the hallway, but seriously? Who gets pissed off over that?
What made Marceline even more mad, was the fact that when the bell rang, Bubblegum shot out of her seat and practically ran out of the door. It was like she was sitting next to a leper, or something.
Whatever. She can do what she wants. I don't care, Marceline thought as she made her way to Algebra.
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As it turns out, Marceline already knew most of what the teacher, a short balding man by the name of Mr. Elijah Pig (seriously, someone needs to do something about these names), was teaching, allowing her to totally not focus at all. What made the class even better was the fact that her cousin was in said class with her, and they both sat in the back, where they goofed off unnoticed.
"Did you hear? Mr. Pig and Mrs. Trunks are totally-" Marshall started, before being cut off by Marceline.
"Please don't say what I think you're going to say."
"What? Fuc-"
"SHHHHHHH"
"Fine. I heard they were 'putting the apple in the pie', so to speak. Better?" Marshall said, gesturing with his hands.
"You're such a goof," Marceline laughed.
With Marshall's help, the class went by faster than expected, and in no time, she headed to the band room for music theory.
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Now, truth be told, Marceline had mixed feelings about music.
It's true, she carried around a notebook where she'd write random lyrics/notes that came to mind, planning on elaborating on them later, but still. Aside from being an ametuer magician, Simon was also the one who really showed the girl how beautiful music could be, and when she was 10, he talked to her dad, and picked out her favorite bass.
The same bass that she hadn't picked up since he died.
But, maybe this class could be her escape.
As it turns out, the Band Director's a pretty chill old guy, who insists everyone call him Billy. His hair is long and white, with a bald spot directly on top of his head. He has a long beard in addition to it, and it's kind of hard to tell what's facial hair and what's head hair.
But he's pretty awesome, according to the band kids, so nobody really minds.
Music theory is usually supposed to be analyzing music, so Billy plays a song and the kids discuss what they feel the song means.
"Are there any special requests?" Billy asks with an unusual dialect.
Nobody says anything, so he calls on someone at random.
"Rain, pick a song."
"자니 캐쉬에 의해 상처" The girl, who had a rainbow of colors in her hair, said.
A kid right next to her, who had a curly orange head of hair and a mustache, went up to Billy and quietly told him what the translation was.
"Ah. Very nice choice. It's one of my personal favorites. Shall we play it?"
The class nodded, confused as to what the song was.
Billy pulled out his phone and plugged it into a set of speakers, and after a few seconds, the class heard a soft acoustic guitar playing.
I hurt myself, today.
To see if I still feel.
Try to focus, on the pain.
The only thing, that's real.
Marceline knew this song. She loved to play it when she was upset. Johnny Cash had a way o expressing himself in this song that really struck her.
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it, all away
but I remember, everything.
Billy stopped the song. "Now what does everyone think is going on?"
A chubby kid in the middle spoke first. "I think, since he referenced a needle, he was talking about heroin."
Silence.
The boy sat down, nobody really paying him any attention.
"Really? Nobody has anything to say about it? How 'bout our new student, Marceline?" Billy nodded his head in her direction, and all eyes fell on her.
"Uhhh, me?" She felt a blush creeping onto her face, embarrased for studdering.
"Yes, you. Do you have anything to contribute to our 'discussion'?" Billy asked, using air quotes on the word discussion.
"Umm. Well, in the beginning, he talks about hurting himself. He's self destructive, because he thinks that the only true thing in his life is pain. Then he starts talking about using a needle, implying that he's injectinng something into him to try to forget something. Later, there's a part where he asks 'his sweetest friend' what he's become. So, he thinks himself a monster because of something he's done. I could go on, but yeah. That's a bit of it." Marceline rambled nervously.
Billy clapped for her. "Very good for your first day. And I see you've heard the song already. I'm glad." He flashed her a smile before continuing on with the discussion, leaving Marceline to write down some songs in her notebook.
I definately like this teacher.
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After Music Theory, Marceline had lunch. Now, being the new kid, she was fully prepared to sit by herself. However, it turned out Marshall had the same lunch period as she did, so when she had her packed lunch and was heading for an empty table, he picked her up (kicking and screaming) and put her over his shoulder, carrying her to the table where his friends sat.
"A simple, 'come sit with me' would've worked too." she grumbled, sitting at the table and glaring at her.
"Yeah, but it really isn't too much fun, either." He grinned back, sitting in front of her.
"Now, let me introduce you to my friends. This over here is Felicity Golden." he gestured to a girl sitting next to Marceline, who had red hair and freckles everywhere.
"Careful, she's got a bit of a temper problem" he mock whispered to Marceline.
"Hey!" Felicity interjected, swatting at him from across the table. Marceline just laughed at their antics.
"Ah! I'm kidding! Don't kill me!" Marshall pleaded, laughing. After a few more hits, Felicity sat back down in her seat, digging into her lunch.
"Next to her is her boyfriend, Finn Mann." The boy in question was a tallish blonde haired kid, wearing a plain blue shirt and jean shorts, alond with a hat with peculiar, bearlike nub-ears. They fist bumped before Finn turned to Marceline and waved, shooting her a lopsided grin and putting his arm around Felicity.
"And last, but certainly not the least, Finn's lovely sister, Fiona." Marshall smiled at the girl next to him, who blushed and looked away. She was wearing a blue shirt as well, along with dark blue skinny jeans, and a hat, similair to her brother's, but with bunny ears instead. A lock of blonde hair fell into her eyes, which she nevously tucked behind her ear.
I can practically FEEL the sexual tension Marceline thought, noticing that Marshall wasn't exactly being discreet about liking the girl.
"Oh, and there's her and Finn's stepbrother, Jake, but alas, today he has left us for his fancy asian girlfriend" Marshall fake swooned before laughing.
"He's sitting over there for today," Finn said, pointing to a table in the midle of the cafeteria.
"He thinks he's better than us just because we're freshman." Fiona griped, glaring at her tray.
"You know that isn't true, Fi. He just has to split his time sometimes." Finn reasoned.
"I guess you're right. So Marcy, how do you like OOO?" Fiona changed the subject, looking at Marceline.
"Well..."
"She kinda had a run in with 'Ice Princess' over there." Marshall Lee said, motioning back to the 'popular' table, where Bubblegum was seated in the middle, along with a pink male counterpart.
"Who's the pink dude?" Marceline asked.
"He's Bubblegum's cousin, Bubba. He's a pretty cool guy. He helps me in study hall sometimes." Fiona answered cheerfully.
For a fleeting moment, something flashed through Marshall's eyes.
Jealousy? Marceline mused silently Well, he better get his girl before someone else does.
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After lunch, Marceline had Geography, Art, Literature, and PE, so she headed to her locker to swap out the books, when she noticed a certain princess standing by it.
"Uh. That's my locker." Marceline said dumbly, shocked that she'd be here.
"I realize that. You still have my Biology notes. I need them." The pink haired girl looked at Marceline indifferently.
"Oh. Umm. Gimme a sec." Marceline opened her locker and propped her bag in it, trying to fish out the notes. She pulled them out and handed them to the girl, who thanked her quietly.
Expecting her to leave, Marceline turned back to her locker, pulling out the books for the final four classes, along with a change of clothes for PE.
When she turned back around, she collided with the pink girl for the second time today.
"Oof! Sorry! I expected you to leave." Marceline said, offerin her hand out again or the girl to grab.
"It's fine" she said blankly, lost in thought, as she softly pushed Marceline's hand out of the way, gathered her things, and quickly dissapeared down the hall.
What a weird girl Marceline thought, heading for class.
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When the classes were over, Marceline headed by her locker, grabbed her board, dropped off the books since she didn't have any homework, and headed out the door.
The sight she saw when she got out of the school was one she'd rather not ever see again.
Her stalker, Ash St. Claire, was standing outside the school, leaining on his beat up old Honda and thinking he was a badass because he was wearing a leather jacket. With his three sections of hair hanging down over his face, he didn't see her.
Maybe if I can sneak away, he won't notic I'm h-
"Mar-Mar! C'mere!"
Fuck.
Marceline stuch her earphones in and got on her skateboard, going as fast as she could to get away from him.
She reached a curb and ollied onto the street, speeding down the road towards her house
I thought he got that I didn't like guys. Marceline thought, panicking that he was here.
Back when she went to her old school, he would constantly creep around her, his brain tricking him into believing that they were dating. He'd get jealous when she flirted with other girls, almost slapping one, until arceline finally just beat the shot out of him one day.
Asshole deserved it.
She managed to make it to her house, and quickly ran inside and shut the door. She made sure to lock it when she heard the sputtering of his sad little car. She smirked to herself.
At least my car isn't a beat up little Honda She thought.
She owned a Dodge Challenger that was black with two red stripes coming up the middle, but rode her skateboard to school because it was such a short ride.
She was snapped out of her thoughts by a pounding at the door. Since she still had her earphones in, she couldn't hear what he was yelling, and she smiled at that. She decided that she earned a treat for that prolonged physical activity, and wandered to the kitchen to make herself some Spagghetti.
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And that's it! I was gonna pracrastinate until tomorrow, but I was like, "Nah. I'm not really doing anything important." So. Here it is. I hope it isn't too terrible. Feel free to leave a review!