New Kid-Mario

Fawful shifted in his plane seat. He knew this was for his own good but why so far? He looked at his adoptive mother as if she read his mind. "What,Fawful?" The woman had black hair that was cropped short and was wearing a desert purple dress with a yellow hem, if not knowing people would think she was he real mother. "Why do we have the movage to places of new that have exceptional farness?" The woman sighed. "Fawful, I know you like the BeanBean Province but i hate seeing you come home all hurt because of some stupid jealous kids!"

"What does the State of Mushroominess have that the BeanBean has lack of? Beef? Mustard?" Before he could go any further,Cackletta put her hand on her adoptive son's head. "It's a lovely place. Now, I'm correct to assume you want a sandwich to eat?" He then nodded. She smiled and turned perfect way to shut Fawful up was mention food. Fawful looked out the window at the clouds. He was wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of black jeans to match. His cloak was in a box and now he wished he had it. When dealing with a pressing matter he'd reverse it from cape to hoodie. It was kind of like a security blanket to him. His glasses had a swirl in the lenses, making it look like he was always crazy. But underneath them were a pair of normal blue eyes. His hair curled at the end and was a ebony black. He was only 10 years old though. His feet barely touched the bottom of the floor.

After a painstakingly boring 4 more hours,Fawful and Cackletta landed in Mushroom State. Pushing through the crowd they found the exit and saw their belonging getting moved into a moving truck. Cackletta hailed a taxi and they were off.

Fawful and Cackletta looked at the house they would be living in. It was painted..pink. "WHY IS IT PINK?!" Cackletta asked rather loudly. "Lady, I just move the thing. I didn't paint the house."

"Have no worries, Mistress Cackletta! We can have the re-painting! It could have funness!" He may not have wanted to move but he did try to look on the bright side of things. "Just what we need… Unpacking and repainting.."

"Can we paint it green?"

No doubt about it, green was both their favorite colors. "Sure." Fawful's eyes lit up as they moved the boxes inside. Thankfully, the interior wasn't pink, rather white. "Okay,Kiddo. Do you want to get started?"

The child thought for a moment. They, by starting now, could get at least a quarter of the unpacking down. "By starting at the time that is now, we should get a amount that is a quarter done by the setting of the sun." Used to her son's speech nodded. "I CALL THE ROOM OF BIG!" He suddenly shouted. He ran to one of the empty rooms and sat in it, claiming it as his. The room was big and it was already painted a celadon green. Cackletta appeared in the doorway to see her son sitting on the ground, glasses tilted to the side from laughed as her son noticed his glasses and straightened them. "Come on, let's get started, Ya goofball." By bedtime they had gotten the mattresses set on frames, installed the Television(well, Fawful did.) and emptied half the clothing and appliances. Fawful took a shower and changed into his night clothing. He slipped into bed and thought as he set his glasses on his nightstand.

Next day.. School of Newness…

He felt someone shake his shoulder. "Fawful! Wake up, We're Late!"

"REALLY?!" He shot up and saw his adoptive mother laughing. "No. We aren't. But start getting dressed, I made some pancakes." He made a noise of approval and stood up as his mother left him to change. He opened his closet and saw his myriad of options.

He settled on a green shirt with a smiling face on it with blue jeans. He grabbed his cloak and spun it around his back clicking the two buttons together it stayed in place. "Perfection!" After brushing his teeth and eating breakfast, Cackletta was walking him to the bus. "Ready, Kiddo?"

He moved his clock behind his feet, shifted his bag and nodded with determination. "I have much readiness." The yellow vehicle pulled up. "Okay, Make some friends!" He adjusted his glasses in the same fashion of adjusting a hat. He looked at the seat and scanned for a free one. He walked down and a few people actually asked as he walked by. "Are you from here?"

"Was that your mom?"

"Here, You can sit next to me."

He stopped and looked at the person who asked that question. "R-Really?" He saw the boy scoot over so he can sit down and move his bag to the floor. This boy had heterochromia, his left eye was yellow and the other was gray. His hair was long for a boy's it sat on his shoulders and the colors were split much like his eyes. Left side black ,Right side white. He was wearing a purple beanie and his face was pale, but a normal pale. Fawful took his seat and the boy was the first one to spark conversation as the bus continued its route. "So..What's your name? You aren't from here, I can tell."

"I am being Fawful. I say to you, yes I am not originating from the place that is here. I just had movage only the day that is yesterday."

"You talk weird, like a man that is from a different country and knows English but doesn't quite understand it."

"I have the reasons of many that is why i talk the way i speak." He muttered. Then he began to ask "Who are you bei-"

"DIMMY!"

A teenaged girl stuck her head over the seat from behind. Fawful and the boy simultaneously moved her pigtails out of the way. "Who's the new kid?"

"He's Fawful, the new kid who moved here as sudden as a lion catching it's prey."

"You are being Dimmy?"

The girl began to laugh.

"What? What has hilarity?"

The girl quieted down. "Your voice! It's has hilarity." She did an impersonation of his voice. Fawful blushed and pulled his cloak hood over his head. "Mimi! Stop messin' wit' the new lad!" A thick accent scolded. Another boy stuck their head to look at the three others. One had large blue eyes and red hair and he was wearing a plaid sweatshirt. "It's fine, Lad. Mimi has a tendency to annoy' people." The girl pouted and sunk back into her seat. "Plus. I like accent's. Tay show who ya are!" He put his hood down and the boy he thought as "Dimmy" Said. "Dimmy is only a nickname. But don't call me that. My name's Dimentio. The brat over there is Mimi and the lug is O'Chunks."

He wasn't mocking O'Chunks,Fawful could tell from the tone of his voice. "You're pretty small lad. Are ye on the right bus?"

"This is being the bus of correct."

"How old are you? This is the bus for 6-9th graders!" Dimentio didn't quite know why such a young sounding boy was doing here.

"I am the age of 10."

O'chunks eyes widened. "What're doing here than?"

"I am in the grade of 8th due to my 'brain of largeness'" He put quotes around Brain of Largeness.

"So you're smart?" Dimentio inquired. "You aren't going to threaten me or hate my innards?" He looked at the older boy in shock. "Innerards?" O'chunks raised an eyebrow. "I think he means 'Guts' and no, you haven't given me much of a reason to." They heard the bus jolt to a stop. "Here's the stop." Fawful got up and swung his bag over his shoulder. "I will see you later?" Dimentio got up and put his bag on his side. "Maybe. Ciao~" The boy walked away. "I hope, Fawful!" O'Chunks went ahead and Fawful walked out of the bus. He looked around and saw a every student was going their separate ways. "Have excuses? I require a tad of assistance." He tried to get someones attention. He should've looked on where Dimentio or O'Chunks went….

This is long because...LONGNESS! I had the idea of Fawful moving to the Mushroom Kingdom or State from the BeanBean Province. Meeting Dimentio and O'Chunks and being the little kid no one should underestimate. But got nothing to do with it.