Part One

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As Bonnibel sat in class she couldn't help but stare at Marceline; at the way her fingers twirled the pen and she bit her bottom lip Bonnie's heart involuntarily fluttered.She looked down at her finished essays and worksheets and sighed,
"Why do I always do this to myself " She wondered to herself .Her heart would get worked up over this girl who would ignore her due to the fact they were currently polar opposites .Their interest,attitudes and lives never seemed to collide in anything other than their mutual love for writing. She looked down at her layered lace skirt and then stared at Marceline's ripped jeans, her soft pink finger nails in comparison to her fingernails chewed to the nub and calloused fingers from playing string instruments . She imagined what it would feel like to have her hand clasped in her own ,to bury her face into the nook of her shoulder and neck. She wanted her childhood friend back but not as a friend. Lost in her own daydream she had not realized the period had ended and the note that had been left on her desk by the girl with the crooked smile...

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