Prompt: Marceline is a senior in high school who is bullied by the senior class' captain of the cheerleading team who is Bonnibel
Marceline's red boots made a clicking sound and she walked down the crowed hall way of her high school, which she hates dearly. She disliked the labels, the rumors, the work, the teachers, the people, and most of all, she hated the bullies.
Marceline was bullied by the "popular" crowd. The perfect, skinny, popular girls always put her down because of how quiet she was and because of her look. But Marceline didn't care anymore. She ignored them whenever they walked by her in their cheerleading uniforms, mumbling names and giggling.
The one girl who bothered Marceline the most was Little Miss Bonnibel. More people refereed to her as the kind, beautiful, talented captain of the cheerleading team. But to Marceline, Bonnibel was just some fake bitch.
As Marceline scurried through the crowd of loud teenagers, she got pushed into the lockers. Her shoulder hit the metal lockers really hard and fell onto the cold tiled floor, groaning in pain. She looked up and her gray eyes met with Bonnibel's green ones. Marceline wasn't surprised that it was Bonnibel who pushed her into the locker.
Bonnibel and her friends started laughing at Marceline. They were wearing their short cheerleading uniforms. While Marceline was still on the ground, she looked up at Bonnibel's perfect, long legs. Looking was an exaggeration- she was practically gawking at them. She stopped starring almost immediately when she realized how wrong that was.
"Wow, Marceline, you really are clumsy," Bonnibel laughs.
Marceline rolls her eyes and groans. When will she ever leave me alone, she wonders. She gets up, brushes herself off, and picks up her bag.
"Can you just fuck off?" Marceline spat.
Bonnibel jokingly gasps, pretending to be offended.
"Oh no, I pissed off the lesbian! What is she gonna do now?"
Bonnibel earns a few laughs from her friends.
Marceline was always bullied because of her sexuality. The person who had the biggest problem with it was Bonnibel. She shakes her head and runs off far away from the cheerleader, obviously annoyed. She was so done with that bitch.
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It was only the last class of the day- English. Marceline personally liked English. She enjoyed writing and reading a lot. When she's older, she wants to become an author.
The only thing Marceline hated about her English class was that Bonnibel was in it. Bonnibel sat in front of her, always twirling her pink hair.
"Okay, class," the teacher talks over the loud class, "I'm assigning you guys a project!"
The whole class groans, except for Marceline. The projects were usually about writing or reading, and of course, Marceline didn't mind that.
"Don't be so upset now. You'll have a partner to work with," the teacher says, earning relieved sighs from her students. "And before you ask, the answer is no- you can't pick your partners. The assignment is to write a short story about two characters, but there can't be any dialogue in the story. And the two characters must be you and your partner. the story can be about anything you want."
Marceline hated working with partners or in groups. She preferred to work alone. She was even more upset since she couldn't pick her own partner, even though she was a total loner in her class.
The teacher started calling out the partners. Some people were happy with the partner they got, others weren't too happy. Marceline was just hoping to get paired with someone who cared about their grade.
