AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Me:*Is thrown from a speeding van as it tears down a remote highway* *Dusts self off, standing up and picking up rather battered yet SOMEHOW still functioning perfectly well laptop* Ow. Hey, they messed up my fez and bow tie! Darn Oooians, so globdamn PICKY about how you write about them... It has occurred to me how long this is getting, and I'm thinking I'll turn this into two stories, with a sequel after this one when I get to about Chapter 50. You guys think that's a good idea?
Gumball's P.O.V.
Okay, over the years, there have been many arguments with my mother, usually with her winning.
For example, taking just one comment from each argument which I found the worst;
(When she decided that I, of course, as a prince, couldn't be a knight) 'Something so violent and sheerly distasteful as knighthood is no such hobby for a prince, a person of a higher order, of the finest calibre!'
(When she thought I was spending too much time hanging out and playing with Bonnie as a kid (Also her taking a dig at my deceased aunt and uncle, Bonnie's parents)) 'Jerricho! I don't care if your cousin decides to waste her time with such tomfoolery, letting her kingdom fall to such ruins as her parents did, but you are not going to let this one, the Candy Kingdom of Aaa, destroy itself in such a manner!'
(When I was 'spending far too much time with Marshall') 'Are you still hanging around with that sad excuse for a 'royal' vampire?'
(When she decided that I couldn't throw my 'Gumball Ball') 'Really, such a trivial waste of resources, Jerricho, cannot be allowed to endure through your reign as ruler of the Candy Kingdom!'
(After she found out that I didn't have a hero, but a heroine, A.K.A., Fionna) 'You let yourself be shown up by a woman? And a child, nonetheless! What are you thinking? Oh, she's your friend? What a pathetic excuse!'
(Last but not least, her attacking the only real friend I had left then- Zephyr) 'What an unpleasant creature! How can you let one of those destructive things they call 'Storm Spirits' into the kingdom, let it near you?! I strongly suggest you get rid of it!'
As you can probably guess, she thought I was well and truly hers to command, the much-adored figurehead that the whole kingdom had known since infancy. I kid you not- for some unfathomable reason, my mother let Cinnamon Bun babysit me when I was little. No offense meant to the woman, but sometimes I look back and wonder how I survived...
Anyway, my mother had made a fair few enemies during her- oh, sorry, 'Dad's' rule, so she decided that she'd control from behind the scenes, using me as a puppet. She made me do anything she could get away with. I swear, she could have killed someone, and forced me to decree that they were the guilty one! Not saying that she had me completely, though. I did draw the line at her trying to get rid of my last remaining friend.
To say the least- I had had enough.