monabelle groaned as her alarmed blared. she slapped her hand on it and rolled over, covering her face with a pillow. she stirred awake at the smell of breakfast downstairs. she checked her phone, a new message from her girlfriend, marceline.
"hey sweetheart <3 excited for new school year??" she smiled as she picked up her phone and responded,
"of course, who doesn't love six hours of education every friggin day :))))"
"it's not as bad as you make it out to be, princess."
"oh, yes. yes it is." she put on her slippers and trotted down stairs, where breakfast eagerly waited for her.
"good morning miss." peter, her family's butler, said to her as he placed down a plate of food on a marvelously set table.
"morning." she mumbled back, yawning in between each syllable. she stretched her arms and rolled back her neck, taking in the smell of eggs and bacon. she sat down in a plush velvet chair. her living room was huge, full of pink orchids and paintings of her father. she stuck her tongue out at the painting across from her.
"thanks for everything." she growled as she flipped a painting of him off. she hunched her back and began to eat. after monabelle's mother died, her father decided to remarry. but instead of marrying a person, he married his work. he was constantly away on business trips; she saw him three times a year at most, and when he did come, he'd always insult her. he treated people like objects, and monabelle was never a participant in his games. she gulped down her food and crawled back up the stairs to get ready for school. it was the first day of her sophomore year. yet another reason her and her father never got along- private schools weren't on her agenda. her phone beeped on her night stand. it was marceline.
"how did you sleep?"
"alright..."
"what'd you dream about?"
"you. jkjk"
"i dreamt about you."
"how sappy." she grinned as she put down her phone. maybe this year wouldn't be so bad afterall.
