Bursting Bubbles

Anxiety

*MARCELINE'S POV*
I breathed in and began to write. Writing was usually my forte but next to me sat what seemed like a million paperballs. I stood up eagerly to throw away the paperballs away, they seemed to nag at me. I stared and them and frowned back.
" I am such a coward" I whispered softly yet harshly to myself
I was so conflicted as to why I wanted to be closed to Bonnibel again.We were childhood friends but as we grew older we separated due to growing into different " circles". We met in orphanage that was run by a church after Simon lost it, I was meek and quiet. I retreated into my shell of apathy and rebelliousness. I constantly pranked and picked on other kids. I didnt want or need friends I repeated like a mantra trying to convince myself ,they will all leave anyways.Orphans were required to go to the elite catholic school that the church also ran. At first kids were not aware of who were the orphans. They all played together and I sat underneath the apple trees reading alone;most of the orphans knew better than to approach me and the rich kids were warned by the orphans not to disturb me.It was not until the start of the third grade that I was joined by a small petite girl who also began to read underneath the apple trees. Her eyes were a caribbean sea green color, her skin had a rosy colour to it but really caught my attention was her long mane of what seemed to be pink hair adorned with pink genuine silk ribbons. Her uniform which was neat,clean and up to code were topped off with patent leather shoes.I tried to ignore her but my eyes kept abandoning my book and trailing off to her. Before I knew it she was standing up and walking towards me.
"I did not notice anyone else was here, you're awfully quiet " she started
"My name is Bonnibel" she reached out her hand and I stared at it like she was holding a grenade. She was stunning and by the looks of it she was filthy rich so what could she want from me? I debated on wether or not to drop my defenses for a second but after taking another look at her from the highest tip of her ribbons to the front of her Mary Janes, I risked it and shook her hand.
"Marceline" I whispered hoarsely like it was a curse and a threat.
She giggled at my demeanor and as I noticed how her eyes crinkled as she laughed my heart seemed to leap into my throat.
"I am new to the area and in need of a friend. Do you wish to show me around" she asked
At this point I knew I had been defeated and all I could do is nod...