New Beginnings: Year One

Chapter 6

Chapter 6 Substitutes, and Food fights

Monday morning found Fionna being rudely ripped from the gentle hands of sleep, and Stuffed into a 50's style sundress. Fionna barely had her eyes open when Cake began brushing through her wild bedhead hair. Fionna was left a whimpering wincing mess, as the rough brush strokes continued. Cake apologized over and over again, trying to be as gentle as possible. Fionna simply waved her off, explaining that even her mother had difficulty with the mass of blonde that kept her head warm.

It took the two a half hour longer then either had expected. However, the need result of Fionna's hair, settling down her back in straight lines satisfied Cake's guilt of tormenting her best friend. The final step Cake took in making the blonde even prettier was make-up. Fionna did not understand the concept of make-up. She felt that if people did not like the way she looked without the gunk than there was no reason to try and please them. Cake nearly wept when Fionna began to refuse to wear even the lightest of make-up. It caused a huge pull on her heart strings, and as Cake predicted to herself Fionna folded like a house of cards in the wind.

After all preparations were finished, both the girls were very late to their first class. Fionna had to physically pull herself from Cakes grip, running as fast as she could to make it to the remaining of her first period. By the time she had made it to Simons classroom, her hair had gone being stuck to her head the way Cake had brushed it, to laying in air blown curls.

Fionna had no intension of making a scene upon entrance, but because of the weight of the door, she practically had to throw herself onto the door to open it. And so as it flung open from the movement, Fionna caught everyone's attention in the otherwise stone silent room. More than half the class gapped at her as she made her way to her seat next to Marshal.

"Excuse me." A female voice called from the front of the room, it caused Fionna to jump. She stared at the woman teaching the class, she nearly did a double take until she saw Marshal give a wave to her. "What is your name?" The woman stared Fionna down; she had an unsettling agitation to her, as though just seeing Fionna caused her to become furious.

"Fionna Merten. Where's Mr. Ice?" Fionna went to take her seat for a second time.

"I am Mrs. Kerens, I'm you substitute teacher. Your teacher has taken a sick day, so I shall be here until he returns. Now let me assign you a seat." Fionna was thrown off. She had sat in the seat next to Marshal and the guys for a full week. She instantly did not like this woman. "You can take the empty seat in the far back." Fionna blinked, she was about to speak out about the location of her seating, when she was cut off. "Do not argue. I am your teacher. I am in charge." Fionna closed her mouth clearly seeing something in Mrs. Kerens eyes that dared her to go against what she was being told.

Sighing Fionna took her seat in the back of the room, shrugging to Marshal as she went. Unlike the regular curriculum that Simon taught, Mrs. Kerens never gave examples of singing styles. She simply explained the differences between the various styles. At some point in the lecture Fionna had fallen asleep, and began to snore. Because of the rudeness, of her interruption as the sub saw it, she was forced to go outside, and jog around the schools track field for the remaining of the class period.

As she was walking out the door, Fionna caught Marshal back talking; she smiled when he followed her out, having been sent to run himself.

"Was that really necessary?" Fionna asked, giving him a mischievous smile. He replied with a shrug, returning her smile with a smirk of his own.

"Anything to get out of that." Marshal said taking her hand as he led her away from the track. "Come on, we aren't doing that kind of physical work." He gave her a quick wink causing her face to redden like a tomato. He chuckled and pulled her along.

Much to Fionna's relieve, Marshal sort of physical work actually meant dancing to Spanish sounding music in the Hispanic Musica club. Fionna was quickly outfitted in what the female members called a uniform. She was placed in a fancy white puffy shirt and multicolored skirt. Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun atop her head, a red flower wrapped around her hair to match the skirt.

Just like when she first walked into the class room earlier that morning, Marshal found himself fighting to keep breathing each time he saw Fionna. He continued to be amazed at her beauty. She simply looked at him and shifted, tugging at the shirt as it started to show her stomach.

"I look ridiculous right?" Fionna sighed and shrugged. Marshal shook his head vigorously.

"Fi… You look awesome." He grinned and took her hand, spinning her around to signal that their dance had begun. the members of the club picked up various instruments and began to play out a song. One member sang lyrics, half in Spanish and half in English. Fionna could not help but smile as she moved her hips to the music, listening to the song closely. Marshal gave her one more spin, before the dance asked for them to pull away from each other. Fionna and the other girls dancing were left in the middle of the room, rolling and shaking their hips to the rhythm. The girl singing watched Fionna mouth the words of the song, as she picked up the Spanish the girl sang. Slowly she made her way to Fionna and began to dance with her, saying various words for Fionna to repeat after her.

When the words were to pick back up the girl signaled Fionna to sing them out.

"Oh boy, I can see your body moving

Half animal, half man

I don't, don't really know what I'm doing

But you seem to have a plan

My will and self restraint

Have come to fail now, fail now

See, I am doing what I can, but I can't so you know

That's a bit too hard to explain

Baila en la calle de noche

Baila en la calle de noche

Baila en la calle de noche

Baila en la calle de día"

Fionna laughed and continued to dance, Marshal was stuck on the wall, watching her movements. As the song came to an end, Fionna had one last singing part.

"I'm on tonight, my hips don't lie

And I'm starting to feel you boy

Come on let's go, real slow

Baby, like this is perfecto."

The song end quickly, leaving Fionna laughing, as she tried to reach Marshal through the sudden on throttle of club members trying to recruit her to join their club. Marshal chuckled and worked his way through them. "Sorry guys, she booked with my band. Maybe next year." He gave them a wave as she led Fionna out of the room.

Fionna and Marshal were the first to the lunch table, they were laughing about the dancing and music from the Hispanic club when Cake and the gang came trotting over to the table. After the events of the morning were told the whole table was laughing. It was because of the gut busting laughter that no one saw Ashley come up behind Fionna, the next thing to happen was so fast no one had anytime to react before Ashley was screaming at Fionna to leave her man alone. Ashley squished a piece of whip cream filled pie into FIonna's face.

Fionna shot up and shoved Ashley away from her. Her tried to wipe her face but instead caused the whipped topping to spread over her face.

"What the hell is wrong with you!?" Fionna demanded. Ashley gave a laugh in reply, it caused Fionna to pick up the first thing she could get ahold of, a glass of chocolate milk, and slushed it into Ashley's face. At that moment a sudden uproar was caused through the cafeteria, two words shouted over the gasping crowd.

"FOOD FIGHT!"