Being Human

Chapter Two

I Wouldn't Mind

I found all my classes surprisingly well, I was walking through the crowded hallways, school had ended for the day just a mere few minutes ago, I make my way to my locker. No sign of Mr. Bad Boy, I shrugged and opened it. I pulled out the umbrella, my books, and my binder, deciding that's all I would need, I slowly closed it. I wanted to get out of here as much as the next person, but I typically avoid the traffic as best as I can, I absolutely, positively hate driving in crazy traffic. So I roamed the halls freely, reading the posters on the wall as I passed them, until one stopped me. Cheerleading tryouts.

"Wow." I sighed unhappily.

"What's wrong, dear little bunny?" He asked, over my shoulder, looking at what I was looking at.

"Huh? Nothing. Marshall? Right?" I asked unsure.

"Yeah." He replied, looking at me then back at the poster, then at me again.

"Go ahead and judge." I sighed.

"What?" He asked confused, "You interested in cheerleading?"

"Well, um yeah, I can't do it though." I said, scratching the back of my head.

"Why not?" Curiosity filled his voice.

"Um...That's a story for another time." I muttered, looking down.

"Well..." He replied with a sigh. "So why are you still here?" He asked.

"I was just waiting for the after-school traffic to clear. I guess I got distracted." I replied.

"I'll say. It's 4:13. School got out like an hour ago." He mused.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

"Put a bunch of fake rubber snakes in a teacher's car. Got detention." He smirked.

I giggled.

"Sounds interesting." I said.

"Yeah, I guess. You like pranking?" He asked.

"I've got a little knack for it." I replied giving a so-and-so hand gesture as we started walking towards the exit.

"So you're not the good little girl you look like." He chuckled.

I laughed.

"Is that what people are saying about me, I'm a goody goody?" I snorted. "I've heard worst."

"Oh yeah? Like what?"

"Well, since I'm new in town, none of you know my past, but I was quite chubby as a kid, had lots of freckles, and wore braces. I was the ultimate target." I giggled.

"That's insane!" Marshall laughed.

"I suppose it is, I diet and exercise now, not for the sake of how I look, but for the sake of being fit and healthy. I could care less about how I look."

"Yeah? That's really cool, not a lot of girls can say that." He said.

I nodded, suddenly in front of my car.

"Yo Bunny!" Marshall shouted as he walked to his own car.

"What?" I yelled back.

"We should hang sometime, that sound cool?"

"I will keep it in mind! See ya!" I yelled back, getting into my car.

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I stared at myself in the mirror, you could see the new little brown spots on the side of my face, leveled with my mouth. I sighed.

"This is what my life is going to be like." I thought. "My whole life will be spent worrying about new moles, and possible moles and where they could show up at."

None of them had managed to go further than the side of my face. This was something I got from my mom's side. All of the moles, they would forever haunt me.

"Fionna! I'm home!" Cake yelled from downstairs.

I sighed and backed away from the mirror, slowly exiting the bathroom. I slowly walked down the staircase, not wanting to show myself, in shame that I would get just as ugly. Cake saw my look of shame and sighed, putting down grocery bags.

"There's nothing wrong with you, Fi. You're beautiful, moles don't make you ugly!" She said without hesitation.

"Whatever." I mumbled, sitting down at our breakfast bar.

"I managed to unpack most of the house." She said, taking things out of the bags and putting them in designated areas.

"Cool." I replied.

"How was school?" She asked.

"Fine."

"Did you make friends?"

"What am I? Five?" I asked sarcastically.

"I'm just wondering." she shrugged.

"Yeah, I actually did."

"That's good." She replied.

"Any cute guys?"

"Not that I can tell." I sneered.

"Oh."

"You know how I am, Cake, I don't look at the outside."

"Oh yeah. I forget sometimes. You know, ever since the diagnosis, you've just been so different, in a good way."

I nodded slowly, looking down.

"Bad things happen, Fi, but they make you stronger, wiser, and a better person."

I only nodded again.

"I'm going to finish putting groceries away, you should go do homework, and I will call you down when dinner's ready. Sound cool?"

"Sure." I muttered.

I walked back upstairs, and went straight into my room. I flopped onto my bed, letting out a sigh. I didn't want to do anything.