Marshall Lee walked into Ooo Highschool. He heard that some new kids are coming today and he wanted to be the first to meet them. To let you know, Marshall is the Bad Boy. No one in Ooo is more bad than Marshall Lee. That was until the new students arrived...
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"Did you see the new students yet???" Finn ran up to Marshall, "have you??" He asked again when Marshall didn't answer. "Ummm no." Marshall replied.
Bubba walked up. "You should've been there! The new students are girls, and there is one girl in particular you might be interested in." He said, directing it at Marshall.
"What?!" Marshall said, "Marshall Lee doesn't like anyone! He's a playah and ain't no shit gonna change that!" Marshall said.
Finn shook his wildly, "But you haven't met that girl yet! You could say that she's a girl version of you!" He announced.
Marshall rolled his eyes, "and there's a girl who's like you too, Finn," he said sarcastically, "with your getup. Ya know maybe a white animal hat, always wearing blue, and has that green backpack filled with random junk!"
Finn's ayes widened. " actually.... One of the newbies are like that..." Finn said.
"Yah. Sure. And Bubba threw up a rainbow last night," Marshall said.
"Well, whatever. Whatever tickles your peaches!" Finn said. Marshall chuckled, "That's what she said!" He laughed as he walked down the hall, leaving Bubba and Finn back.
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Marshall blindly walked through the hall, thinking of the new girls. He hadn't seen them yet, despite walking all over the school for 30 minutes.
Marshall sighed. "Only 33 more minutes until school starts." He thought to himself.
He was quickly brought away from his thoughts when he bumped into someone.
"Watch where you're going, ya boob!" Marshall said as he dizzily got to his knees.
"YOU watch where your going, ass!" The other person spat back. It was a girl.
Marshall opened his eyes and saw a mirror image of him. But this reflection had long hair, a gray shirt, black jeans, reddish-brownish boots, and this wasn't a reflection at all.
"Who the hell are you?" Marshall asked, standing up.
"You go first, pretty boy!" The girl said, also standing up. She opened her eyes, Marshall noticed that her eyes were a ruby red as his eyes are the color of blood.
"I'm not pretty! I'm sexy!" Marshall said, stubbornly.
"Well in that case," the girl said. Marshall was expecting a sharp reply but instead got her name, "I'm Marceline." The girl introduced. "I'm Marshall Lee." Marshall said after.
"You must be one of the new girls." Marshall asked. "And you must be a total genius." Marceline said, sarcastically.
"Well, I'm the Bad Boy," Marshall stated, "hang with me, and you'll soon find yourself locking lips with these babies!" Marshall pointed at his lips as he showed off a sexy smile.
Marceline didn't get so "oh-my-glob-he-is-so-hot" reaction as everyone else does. She just rolled her eyes and said, "hang with you and I'll find myself pregnant." She said.
Marshall widened my eyes. "Hey ima player, and I don't go that far with any girl!" Marshall said.
"Sure." Marceline said, unconvinced.
"You seem pretty legit," Marshall said, "what jail cells do you have?"
Marceline took out her already crumpled schedule. She had Ms. Petrikov for both first an second periods, Mr. Petrokov for third and forth period, band for fifth, track for sixth, and then choir.
Oddly enough, Marshall's schedule is the same.
They walked to their first class, arguing immaturely the whole way.
