The Last Living Land

Greetings Human

Marcelines POV:

I hope you enjoy this journey of how I fucked up my whole life.

It's a normal day, how most days are. Unless something happens such as the unthinkable. I am walking out of this boring school down the hallways and I am legally forced to go here every day of my high school life. Im starting to think that the end of the year is further than it is. I'm a 17 year old girl and I have more potential than just being the main character, at least I hope. The big annoying alarm is going off as my teacher yells at the class that it's not time to go. I can't hear Mrs. Maggie and her furious old voice. Im walking out anyways.

"Where did you get those? The dollar store?" One of the kids ask me. I wonder where they got that comeback. Let me guess— It must have been 2007 am I right? My clothes aren't even that bad. People think I'm odd. I'll tell you what I'm wearing if you think it's that bad. A blue and purple striped t-shirt that's dark. Baggy sweat pants that are hand me downs from my older brother. It's not like I'm that ugly.
     I'm fairly attractive with my long raven hair into a braid so the autumn wind doesn't mess it up. I have dark brown eyes and pale freckled skin. Some people just think I dress like a grandma. It's not my fault they don't know the difference between looking nice or wearing full camo. That's what the basic people will think is acceptable. Red, white, blue. Or they might as well wear Sksksk on their shirts right underneath the good-vibes sign. I could easily make fun of their clothes to their faces in 20 different ways.
     I have more willpower than that. I'm not as mean and futile as those assholes.

I wouldn't dare waste my time with them. Imagine being such an annoyance to someone just because of what their wearing. I mean, you don't even know me.

I start making my way home through the woods. Have you ever just wanted to get out of reality. Like there is more to life than the basic make money and die system. I just feel like there's more to life than just surviving. You know?

A/n- 😃 more to life than just surviving

Dead leaves crinkle underneath my shoes as I listen to music. One of my earbuds fall out and I put it back in while still walking. It wasn't exactly necessary or needed to add that. It just made me mad because I was listening to a good song.

I must have got lost in the song because I feel as if I maybe or possibly, might have took the wrong turn.

I have no clue where I am. The best option now is to pull up my google maps to see where I am.

All of the sound that was once playing in my ear buds dies as my phone turns black. Great, I don't think there's an outlet for my charger around here.

In the far distance I see a big rock. It's taller than me. That rock isn't what catches my eye. What catches my eye is the strange man standing in front of it with legs crossed and his back turned.

     I turn around to start walking away. I hate creepy men. By the looks of it he seems like someone my age, maybe someone who could attend my school. I wouldn't want to bother him though.

A kind voice spoke. The kind of voice that makes you stop in your tracks and think about the reasons that make life worth it. This kind of voice the strange man has— makes it's way into my soul. Like it's somehow making me forget all of my problems. I can't think of the future or past. Just right now in the present. How is he doing that?

A/n- I promise you this book isn't straight.

     "Are you— lost? This is an easy forest to be lost in young girl. Do you need help finding your way home? I could try to contact a family member maybe?" He says.