The New Girl

The New Girl~ A Bubbline Love Story Chapter 1

This is so lame..

Having to transfer to a new school wasn't such a fun thing to do, neither was the thought of being "the new kid" for the remainder of the year. But who would've thought that Marceline could hold back on beating up one of the biggest bullies of the school? That's right, Marceline backing down from a fight? That was certainly unheard of. But hey, that stupid bully had it coming, big time, and Marceline Abadeer; the independent and rebellious kid, wanted to be the one to end the conflicts, but sadly, the school didn't see the bigger picture, and resulted in kicking her out for causing such a scene. Well whatever, she hated that uptight private school anyway, with their uniforms and strict rules of "success".. Yeah, she wasn't buying their act, so she happily left.

It was 6 in the morning, the sun was out, the birds were singing, the sky was a cloudless, beautiful blue, and it smelled of roses and freshly cut grass. Ugh... How disgusting. Harsh sun, stupid annoying birds, no clouds, allergies.. Nothing about this day is beautiful, not at all. Marceline woke to the sound of her alarm clock beeping over and over and over, making the pale girl want to throw the thing out a window. Well, at least her dark curtains blocked out the stupid rays of the stupid sun. Ugh! Stupid, stupid, stupid.. The rebel hated mornings. But, she sighed and swung her legs over the edge of the bed and softly placed her bare feet onto the carpet of the floor of her bedroom, then she rubbed her eyes and inspected her room, messy, dark, and with posters plastered all over the walls.. Just how she liked it.

Marceline stood and clicked her tongue as she made her way over to her closet, pulling out random, dark clothing, and trotted to her 50's styled bathroom and immediately turned on the water to take a shower. She peeled off her nightwear and stepped into the shower, washing her long, raven black hair and scrubbed her body, smiling slightly at how refreshed she felt, taking a whiff of the strawberry scented body wash she used (a guilty pleasure). With a sigh, she turned off the water and stepped out, quickly grabbing a towel and dried herself, now multitasking a bit, pulling on her clothes with one hand while she dried her black mane with the other. She threw down the towel and buttoned her jeans up, now brushing her abnormally sharp teeth to gleam their natural pearly white, making the morning breath fade away.

Marceline stepped out of the bathroom, brushing her hair and peered into a full body mirror to see how she looked. She wore ripped, black skinny jeans that even surprised her how such tiny jeans could slide on her so easily, a gray, baggy shirt with a red "No Smoking" logo, red combat boots, a black studded belt, and a red plaid scarf to finish off. To her, she didn't look half bad, now that her hair was brushed and cleaned, but she didn't have time for fashion worry, she needed to hurry! She ran out the door, slipping on her black, leather jacket and hopping onto her motorcycle.

She turned off the engine of her sanguine red motorcycle and took off her black, sticker infested helmet and whipped her hair back, earning a couple funny looks from people. Whatever. Marceline shook them off and fixed her backpack to rest on her right shoulder as she carried her helmet with her left hand, walking tall and confident towards the new building, until she was stopped by a younger boy. He was a little on the short side, his wardrobe consisting of a blue shirt, blue cargo shorts, white low cut socks, black shoes, and a weird white hat.. Possibly a bear hat? But Marceline's thoughts were cut short by a loud voice. "Hey! Are you the new kid?! What's your name?! What do you like?! Wow cool helmet! Can I wear it?!" Woooowww this guy is eager, a little too eager. "Yeah yeah, I'm the new kid.. The name's Marceline, Marceline the Vampire Queen to be exact." She said, taking pride in mentioning her title, a smug smirk playing on her lips. "Woah! Vampire Queen huh? That's mathematical!" Said the spaz of a boy. "I'm Finn! Nice to meet you!" He shouted, taking Marceline's hand and shaking it quickly and violently out of happiness and energy, making her arm ache a bit. "Hey Finn! Who're you hangin' with?" Suddenly a man walked up, a bit shorter than Finn, but stronger and heavier in physique. His hair was a dirty blonde, his eyes dark like black and his clothes consisting of a yellow sweater and green pants with brown shoes. "Hey Jake! This is the new kid, Marceline! Isn't she cool?!" He yelled and Jake winced, rubbing his ear and glanced at Marceline who hissed, making Jake jump back. "H-Hey! What's t-the big idea?!" He barked and frowned, making Finn and Marceline laugh. Jake grunted and pouted at them, making them laugh even more. "Oh. My. God. What are you doing?! What're you guys laughing at! Hey!" A short girl with a purple dress, purple hair, purple boots, and a purple purse with golden stars all over it appeared, her voice rather loud and annoying. Her eyes widened at the sight of Marceline. "OH MY GLOB, you guys! Is this the new kid?!" Lather, rinse, repeat it seemed like with this whole new kid introduction thing, Marceline was getting tired of her being know as the new kid. Like duh! She has a name! Anyway, the group shared their introductions and became instant friends with Marceline, well, Jake still felt a bit scared, but he thought she was alright.

However, the gang's discussions came to an end at the sound of a bell ringing, signifying that it was the start of the day. So with quick goodbyes, Marceline walked off, flipping her hair to the side and chewed on her lip, thinking of what today could bring. Though her thoughts were interrupted by the sight of a door in front of her, reading "English 4-A". Her first class. Well whatever, should be a breeze right? Well one could dream.. Because right when she walked in, an old man in blue clothing stood by the whiteboard, obviously writing something down, his long white beard reaching down to at least his knees. "Simon...?" Marceline was confused, she thought he checked himself into a retirement home to spend the rest of his days in. But to see him up and about surprised her a bit, considering his.. Mental state. Simon turned to face Marceline, his squinted eyes focusing on her, only to widen with surprise. "Oh hey! Wait.. What're you doing here? In my class?" He asked, stroking his white beard with one hand while the other rested on his hip. "Came to get some wisdom from the Ice King, huh? Just couldn't resist it, could ya?" Marceline lightly chuckled and shook her head at the nickname he gave himself. Though she could understand why he chose such a name, he was like the abominable snowman! Whenever it was winter, Marcy could always remember watching him spend hours in the snow, dancing about or even building things out of snow. Clothing for him wasn't an issue whenever it snowed either, because he could rock short sleeves whenever he felt like it... "Well, I guess. But I'm mostly here because my.. Eh... Other school didn't agree with how I did things." She stated simply, Simon soon catching on but kept his face blank. "I see, well why don't you sit up at the front?! I could shift some little bone head's seat around, no problem.." Simon muttered while pointing to the front desk that was towards the left of the classroom and Marcy shrugged. "That'd be cool." She said and started walking over to her seat while students walked into Simon's classroom to take their seats and start the day.

Even though Marcy was an upperclassmen, a senior to be exact, she couldn't help but see that she shared a class with people who were a grade lower than her. 'Maybe these kids were offered to be in an honors English class..?' She thought to herself and secretly glanced at all the students she thought to be younger. Though, as she watched the students continue to pour slowly into Simon's classroom, one student in particular caught her eye. This student was a young girl, younger than Marceline it seemed, shorter than Marceline as well.. But.. It was her outfit that caught the Vampire Queen's eye than anything else. 'Pink hair.. Pink and purple clothing...' Marcy breathed in deeply. 'She even smells like candy.. Is this girl on something?' She thought to herself and became surprised as this mysterious pink girl sat down in the desk next to hers. 'That's her seat..? Why? Ugh.. Her scent is really overpowering..' She cringed slightly and turned the other way to try to breathe in some fresh air. 'Is she trying to kill me?' She turned her head back and silently stared at her, the girl with pink hair not noticing that she was being watched. Though, when the pink girl turned her head to Marceline, she was startled to see that the pale rocker girl she had never seen before was staring at her.. Obviously staring at her.. But.. The pink girl didn't say anything, or do anything. She just sat there, her blue eyes set on the pale girl.. The two stared at each other silently, not even bothered by the small chatting the other students were commencing in the background, or by Simon yelling at some other kid.. But, right when the bell rang, the two girls jumped in surprise and faced the front, Simon now returning to the front of the class. "Now everyone! Shut up now.. Let's finally begin.."