the other one [h.s.]

Chapter 1: We Meet

Marcelines POV:

I never knew he would be waiting for me. People don't wait for me. It's not like that. But he was, he always had been and I hadn't even seen this coming.

"Get up, you ugly shit," my brother shouted from outside of my room. I opened my eyes and realization hit. New school, no friends, new people. I wasn't ready.

"I'm up stupid," I replied back. I had to get up and get ready and go down. I had no idea what I was going to do but skipping school was a "no way" policy. I'm sure even if I were dying, I would still have to go to school and study. My mom is like that. Always had been.

I jumped up from bed and looked at myself in the mirror. I wasn't pretty. Not like most 17 year old girls. I had black hair and hazel eyes. I also had blue highlights so people assumed I'm emo. I had a round face and a a bit kinda slim body. Nothing to look at and say hey, she's different. I had my outfit decided with the help of my brother, Chris. A blue tank top and white shorts and white converse. Nothing special. But man I was scared for school. I was never gonna fit in. People in highschool live to insult newbies.

Before my mom could scream at me again I took a shower and got dressed. The school handbook said light makeup for girls. A bit of mascara and blush on is light, right? I picked up my bag and went downstairs.

My dad was on the kitchen table reading today's newspaper while mom was making breakfast. I appeared in the doorway and dad looked up. "Ready mate?"

"Guess so," I gave him a small smile but it didn't hide my nervousness.

My dad was the cool type. He really understood that this was hard for me. Mom on the other hand was the exact opposite. Her idea of starting the new school year was as easy as giving everyone cookies. No, thank you.

I decided on pancakes though I was probably gonna vomit with nervousation.

My brother came downstairs and we all got in the car with dad. I gulped. It had begun. My worst nightmare.

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"Goodmorning class, I am Mr. Metcalf and I will be teaching you year 4 calculus. My rules are simple and if you follow them we can stay on good terms." He beamed at all of us.

Mr. Metcalf wore a suit. He looked 30. He was nice. At least homeroom is going to be okay. I looked around me and realized not everyone followed the "light makeup" rule. Girls literally had the whole Victoria's Secret make up store on their face.

"Well he's acting okay today," a boy behind me whispered to me I guess. I turned around and well, damn, he was drop dead gorgeous. He had chocolate brown curly hair and greener than grass green eyes. He was smiling and his dimples were showing. I could make a swimming pool in them.

"So, he's not always so nice?"

"Nice? He's actually hell. You'll see,"

"Thanks for the motivation," I laughed.

"No problem. I'm Harry and you?

"Marceline,"

"That's a cool name,"

What just happened. I just acted so cool with the cute boy on which every girl in school literally drools over. Hopefully school year would be good like the first day. Hopefully.

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a/n

this isnt so good but it will get better. i hope so.

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