******Gumball's POV******
"Mom, do we really have to go?" I asked as I trudged into the kitchen. My mom walked over to the counter, grabbing the remote on the way and turning off the TV that no one was watching.
"Yes, dear. We moved here to get away from being treated special. You kids need to learn how to be social."
"I am social, mom," my sister, Bonnibel, replied from the couch with her dorky glasses on, looking down at a book. "I went to Safeway to get groceries and talked to the cashier about the weather."
"You know what I mean, Bon," Mom replied.
I blocked them out as they argued about what was considered "being social" and grabbed an apple from the fruit basket. I walked back up to my room and changed into magenta jeans and a baby pink pullover. I walked over to my, also pink, oversized mirror.
A young, stick-thin teen stared back, biting his lip. His hands tugged at the edge of his sweater, and his sleeves covered half of his hands. The edges of his lips slowly curled up into a small smile, but they quickly dropped back down as his naturally messy hair fell into his eyes.
I sighed and turned towards the door, grabbing my fuchsia backpack on the way, and threw my apple into the bag. I'll eat it at some point. Probably.
I turned off my light switch and skipped down the stairs. Damn that feminine side of me. The living room was empty, and I stood there, confused. They were just here, weren't they?
I heard a car horn honk twice outside. I looked up at the clock that hung over the fire place. It read 8:15. 8:15?! School starts in 15 minutes! I ran out the door, and hopped into my mom's blue Acord. We sped down the street, and I sighed heavily. Here we go.
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The Color Purple
RomanceGumball and his sister, Bubblegum, are new in the land of Ooo. They just moved here from the land of Aaa, where they were the children of the King and Queen. Where they were royalty. Where they were treasured, adored, loved. Where they were popular...
