Screw You { Gumlee }

Ch. 1 First

Gumball P.O.V

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My parents were rich, as fuck. I have no idea how or why, but, they had money. Now that they have died it's my money, but, I don't have any interest in a fancy life.

My Maid Pepper thought it would be good for me to start somewhere new. So, I gave her the money and she bought us a decent sized house in some town I've never heard of.

"Gumball your last box is in the back seat okay?" Pepper hurried up the wooden stairs, connected to a nicely made porch. She went inside the house and left the door wide open.

The houses in this suburb are the kind that doesn't have driveways, so you park in front of your house.

Once getting my last box I struggled going up the stairs and into the house. Pepper immediately sees my struggle and comes over, easily lifting the box from my arms. "U-uh, I can carry it?" I said as she had already was halfway up the staircase, leading to my bedroom.

I followed her into my room and she set the box down gently. "Okay, I will make us a dinner while you can clean up your room okay?" she said smiling. "Okay, Pep."

I closed my door after her and looked around, my room was pretty big. Wooden floor and a big window, the length of my bed.

After an hour of unpacking and fixing up, my room Pepper had called me down for dinner. She was happy to be in this house. I'm the opposite, starting a new high school isn't anything to look forward to when you're like me.

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My school is absolutely huge, at least 3k or more students go here. I looked around as I walked into the front doors, other students clumped together, giggling and spouting nonsense. I hurry past them all and make my way to the office. I've already had gotten my schedule and things but still wasn't assigned a locker.

"Excuse me, I need my locker number," I said to the secretary. "Whats your name hun?"
She meant my real name. I whisper my name to her. Not the name Gumball, but my birth name. Gross.

After getting my locker number I headed up the stairs to the second floor, the sophomore floor. The halls were packed with people heading to first period and just goofing around. I looked at the lockers and got closer to my number.

Suddenly I hear a loud slam, a group of guys were pushing each other against the lockers, sadly where mine is. I awkwardly stood there while they messed with each other, trying not to be noticed I leaned against a locker. Luckily there were so many people here no one was really staring.

"Hey!" one of the guys looked at me with disgust. "What the hell are you doing?" he asks as his friends stand behind him making weird remarks.

"Uh, my locker is.."

He grabs my face and pushes me back, I stumble and fall back onto my backpack. The guys wander off, pushing and laughing.

"Are you okay?" a very sweet voice stood over me. A girl with long golden blond hair held her hand out to me. I grab it as she helps me up.

"I'm fine," I say fixing my shirt. "Ha, good. Are you new? I don't think I've ever seen you before?" she eyes me.
"Yeah, I just moved here."
"Where ya from?" she moves a piece of hair behind her ear. "I'm from Canada." she gives me wide eyes. "Hey! That's really cool! Sorry that was your first impression of American highschool.." she says giggling.

I move over to my locker as she follows me. "Its fine," I say. "There isn't really much of a difference." I open my locker.

"Well, whats your name?" she asks, leaning against the locker next to mine. "Uh, call me Gumball," I say, embarrassed.

"Ha, interesting name. I'm Fionna." she looks off to the distance as I put my things away and grab what I need. "Well its nice to meet you." I close my locker.

"Uh, what's your first class?" she asks peeking at my schedule I had placed on top of all my things. "Um, English." she gets a burst of excitement. "Yes! Me too! I can help you all throughout the day if you want?" she smiles. "Sure," I say as the bell rings and she drags me off to wherever this English class was.

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All morning was going well except for that one guy and friends that were goofing off around my locker. It's now 6th period, which means its Lunch for one half of the school and study hall for the other half. Luckily I and Fionna are together for the majority of the day.

In my study hall was a mix of students. I'm guessing the grades are all random. Me and Fionna sat next to each other by the door, so when the bell rang we could easily get up leave.

"Gumball," she whispers. "What?" I look over at her. She covers her smile and points to the opposite end of the classroom. "Its that guy that pushed you."

The same black haired guy sat in the back with some other guys. They whispered and laughed at whatever was on the others phone.

"Yeah so?" I whisper. "You should do your best to avoid him." she gets serious for a moment. "Yeah, I already thought of that." before I can look back down to my notebook full of doodles, Fionna lightly taps me. "No, really. He's a huge dick and only popular because he's hot." she giggles slightly. "Well, how is popular among boys then?" I ask. "Oh, he plays basketball so, he's worshipped for being semi-good." I nod my head. "Gatcha." We both giggle amongst ourselves.

The bell rings for lunch and me and Fionna hurry out of the classroom and down the hall to the cafe. "There's someone I want you to meet," Fionna says as we pick our seats before getting our food. Once sat down Fionna waves at someone across the room. A girl with cat-like eyes and fluffy hair sits down and eyes me. "Gumball this is my sister Cake." Fionna smiles and Cake squints her eyes at me. "Uh, nice to meet you?" I say. Cake's eyes life and she smiles. "Ha, nice to meet you too...Gumball?" she laughs at my name. "Is that really your name?" she asks. Fionna gives her an evil look. "Cake!" "uh, it's not my birth name. Just a nickname." Cake nods her head and smiles at Fionna.

The three of us had gotten our lunch and sat back at our seats. The cafe was full of people walking around, talking, eating and laughing at things that weren't really funny.

Suddenly the whole room went silent when a fight broke out. It was that same guy that had pushe pushed me. He had beaten up some freshman boy. Teachers broke up the fight and took the guy away. "Ha, another fight started by Marshall." Cake rolls her eyes in disgust at his name. "Wow ha, this is some first day for you isn't it?" Fionna said. "Yeah, this place is pretty interesting."

The bell rang for afternoon classes to start. I, Fionna and Cake parted ways and I headed to my locker to put away some things.

"Hey!" I looked up to the loud voice and saw Marshall. He stops at my locker and puts his hand in it before I could open it. "U-uhm." I cower down. "Listen, I don't know who you are but stay away from me. Got it?" I look around, the hallway is empty. "I uh, I didn't do anything to you," I say. "Just, don't talk about me and don't stare at me. I hate that shit," he says then walking away. He vanishes quickly.