𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐠 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲

Anne's body shot up from the bed they were laying on. So did Sasha's. They were both panting with wide eyes while looking around. It was so hard for them to breathe, it felt like they had held their breath for over a minute and finally took a breath. 

They looked around the room, it was mostly white. 

Like a hospital.

They knew they were in a hospital but they were also confused as to why.

The nurse in the room glared at them with wide eyes and shouted. When she shouted a bunch of other nurses came running into the room. Saying things like 'are you okay' or 'how are you feeling' or 'do you remember anything.'

This was all new to them, but they were at least glad that they woke up.

Later on.

"You two seem to be very healthy, and you've healed completely. You will be discharged from here later on but just know that you will be in a bit of pain when walking or moving around." The nurse stated.

With Marcy.

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Marcy was hanging out with one of her friends from school, they spoke but only every once and a while.

The homeroom teacher, Mrs. Amber, was already in the classroom, rearranging things on her desk. The bell rings and she looks up at the clock, then smiles at the class and says, "We still have one more bell. Go ahead and find yourselves seats."Marcy finds a couple of seats near the back, and Marcy says to her random friend, "I have been wanting to tell you about what happened yesterday."Her friend checks out the people around her. "Oh yeah? What?" Kids are piling into the classroom, and since Marcy doesn't want anyone else to hear, she whispers,"You know how I violated that redheaded chick right?"

Just then the tardy bell rings and Mrs. Amber calls, "Find a desk. You'll have assigned seats by the end of the week, but for now sit where you like." So we're looking around at everyone scrambling for a seat near the back, when who walks in the door? 

Firehead.Marcy nudged her friend. "Look!" At first she thought Heather was there to deliver a message or something, but then she sat at a desk near Marcy. It finally hit her, shes here because shes now joining this class.Marcy must have been staring, because she turned around and said, "What are you looking at?" Then she eyed Marcy's shoes and said, "You freak." Mrs. Amber called, "Settle down, class. Let's begin." And as she is welcoming Heather to the classroom and explaining the rules for homeroom, Firehead leaned back and said, "My friend group says you look like a fourth-grader." Now maybe Marcy's kind of skinny and maybe she doesn't wear makeup or get all decked out to go to school, but there's no way she looks like shes in the fourth grade. Mrs. Amber asks the class to stand so that they can pledge the flag, so Marcy stands up and whispered, "Bug off, would you?"Heather made a scared expression and started fake shaking. Like she was making fun of her, Like she was saying 'Oh, I'm so scared.' Heather then leaned over again and said, "Whatcha gonna do? Kick me with a high-top?" She teased as she placed her hand in front of her mouth. "Ooooh...I'm petrified!"Marcy rolled her eyes and kept on pledging, but shes thinking, 'What's your problem?' Now Firehead's not saying the Pledge. She's got her hand on her heart but her eye on Marcy. And when they're just about done, she leaned back and said, "Oh, the way you say the Pledge so good. Did you spend the summer practicing?" Mrs. Amber raised an eyebrow, confused as to why she was talking and looked straight at her. "Young lady, what is your name?" Firehead looked around a bit, then pointed to herself and asked, "Me?" Mrs. Amber snaped, "Yes, you." She then gave Mr. Amber an innocent little look. "Heather. Heather Acosta." "Well, Miss Acosta, maybe your elementary school teachers allowed you to talk during the Pledge, but you're in junior high school now and we expect a degree of maturity from you. I'd like to try it again, only this time I'd like you to come up here and lead us." Mrs. Amber demanded. All of a sudden the homeroom went dead quiet. And while everyone was busy thinking about there's no way they're ever going to talk during the Pledge in Mrs. Ambler's class, Heather's eyes moved from side to side like she didn't quite believe what was happening to her.

Oh well, sucks for her. Haha bozo. Finally Heather moved to the front of the class, and by the time she was done leading the Pledge, her face was as red as her hair. And when she got back to her chair she gave Marcy the wickedest evil look shes ever seen, and its easy to tell she's thinking that somehow this is all my fault.Marcy can also tell that Heather Acosta is going to find a way to get her back. And when she does, it'll be in spades.... The morning took forever. Ms. Pilson sat everyone in alphabetical order and then spent the rest of the period giving them "a taste of things to come" in her English class. She read poems in Old English, which was like listening to someone read in Greek or Russian. In math, Mr. Tiller sat the class in alphabetical order and then tried to get them fired up about the "concept of variables." They all just kind of stared while he and X danced around the chalkboard. In history, Mr. Holgartner thought he'd be real tricky and sat us in reverse alphabetical order. Then he told the class they'd be watching a lot of films in his class and proceeded to pop in a video of an ancient black-and-white movie about settlers of the West. It might have been an okay film, but the narrator's voice kept warbling around and the tracking kept going off. Marcy wanted to put her head down and fall asleep, but Mr. Holgartner was working on something right next to her, so she had to sit there and pretend to be interested. When lunchtime finally rolled around, she was already tired of being in junior high. Marcy's friend Marissa ran to get a hot lunch while Marcy staked out a table on the patio. When she finally came back, she unwrapped her hamburger and said, "So what were you trying to tell me in the homeroom this morning?" Marissa asked.Marcy took a bite of her peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich and opened her mouth to speak. "You're not going to believe what happened yesterday—" Then she sees Heather heading straight for the table they were sitting at. Marcy nudged Marissa with her foot under the table. "Uh-oh. Here comes Scarlett O'Hair." "Who?" Marissa turned around to see who was approaching them, and then whispered, "She's not coming over here, is she?" Well, sure enough, Heather sat down, right next to Marissa. Marissa dipped a French fry into her ketchup and tried to ignore her. Heather opened her mouth to speak. "Hey, that looks really good. Can I have some?" Now the hamburger and fries do not look good. They look shriveled-up and greasy. Marissa looked at her and said, "Where's your lunch?" Heather let out a pathetic little sigh. "my mom sent me to school with no lunch money. She wanted me to brown-bag it." She then looked at Marcy, who had her lunch in a brown bag. "Like I want to be associated with nerds who do that."Marcy pulled an apple out of her lunch sack. "Why don't you go ask one of your friends for a loan?" Heather gave her this catty little smile, and then she did something really weird, she moved over to Marcy's side of the table, got right in her face, and said, "Was I talking to you?"

Marcy stared right back at her. "Maybe not, but I'm talking to you. You don't even know us and you're trying to mooch food?" She gave her that smile again, then looked over at Marissa. "I just need a few bucks for lunch. C'mon, you can afford it." 

Marissa looked at Marcy and what she was probably thinking was 'Oh no! Not already! Because when we were in the sixth grade everyone was always asking her for money, and she could never just tell them to get lost.' Marissa whispered, "Marcy." Heather smiled and said, "Yeah. He tells me you're loaded.""Just bug off, would you?" Marcy frowned. Well Heather didn't bug off. What she did was she gave Marcy another catty little smile, then she stuck her in the butt with a pin.Marcy yelped and jumped about three feet off the bench. Heather laughed at Marcy's reaction. And as she was leaving she said to Marissa, "You gotta dump the dead weight (Marcy) if you want to get anywhere around here." For a second there Marcy's mouth was hanging wide open, and she was dancing around because her butt was burning and she couldn't believe what had just happened. Marissa glanced over her shoulder at Heather and then back at Marcy. "What happened? Marcy, what did she do?" Well, her heart was pounding and her palms were starting to get all sweaty, and before she could stop myself she was off the bench, chasing after Heather.

Marcy pushed through a crowd of people and when she got up to her she turned her around by the shoulders and punched her. Right in the nose. Blood quickly gushed all over the place and she started screaming at the top of her lungs. And what does Marcy do? She walks right back to her and Marissa's table and takes a great big bite of peanut butter and jelly. Heather was across the hall, screaming like crazy, and there were a bunch of kids around her trying to get a better look at all the blood running down her face. Marissa looked over at Marcy in confusion. "What happened?" "She stuck me in the butt with a pin so I punched her in the nose." Marissa's eyes bug right out. "YOU DID WHAT!?" "I punched her in the nose." Marissa's still dumbfounded and Marcy was still gnashing away on her peanut butter and jelly when this man in a suit and a scuba watch showed up. He asked, "The kids tell me you're the one who punched Heather in the nose. Is that right?" Now, the man looked like he could be a professional wrestler if he'd let his hair grow out and get a suntan. And it seems kind of dangerous lying to him, so she swallowed the last bite of the sandwich, then nodded and said, "That's right. But I only did it because she stuck me in the butt with a pin." "Mmm-hmm. Come with me."

Marcy got up from the table and followed where the man was going. As he was marching Marcy away from the patio, she looked over my shoulder and asked, "What about Heather?" "The nurse is attending to her. I'll have a talk with her when I'm done with you." So she followed him to an office with a big brass plaque on the door that read: MR. CAAN, VICE PRINCIPAL. They go inside and it finally dawned on Marcy that she was in some pretty serious trouble. Mr. Caan sat her down and told her how nobody saw Heather do anything to her but that everybody saw me pop her in the nose. He lectured her about maturity and "brawling" on his campus, and when he finally asked her if she had anything to say for herself, she said, "Yes!" and she told him how Heather's been picking on her the whole day. And when shes finally done and he's still looking like he doesn't believe me, she stood up and offered to show him the spot where Heather tattooed her."H-Huh? No, that won't be necessary. He then hurried her out of his office, straight to the Box. The Box is a room that's even smaller than a closet. It's got nothing on the walls but paint, nothing but a light on the ceiling, and in the middle of all that nothingness is a rusty metal chair. That's it. Basically it's just a big box where they stick you when you've been bad. Mr. Caan didn't call it the Box, though. He called it the Reflection Room. What he said was, "Marceline Wu, I think you should spend a little time in our Reflection Room thinking about what you've done today. Spend some time reflecting on why hitting Heather was not a good solution to your problem with her." When Marcy stepped inside he said, "I'll be back for you in a little while," and then shut the door tight.

'Tsk, he sounds like a white mom putting her child on time out.'Marcy spent some time looking around at the cinder-block walls, wondering how in the world she could've gotten into so much trouble on the first day Heather transferred to her class. Then she started thinking about Heather. I mean sure, she'd punched her in the nose, but she wasn't the one who'd started it. Why was she "reflecting" in the Box when Heather was out roaming around? And what kind of lies was she out there telling about her? And why did they believe her and not Marcy? The longer she sat there, the more positive she was that a punch in the nose was exactly what Heather Acosta had coming to her. She decided that if it ever happened again she'd punch that snotty little nose of hers all right, only this time she'd do it twice. When Mr. Caan finally came back he stood there, kind of tapping the face of his watch. "Okay, Marcy. Since this has happened today you are going to have to go home for the day." He said.

Okay, whatever. Free video game day for her.

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Marcy was walking home with negative thoughts roaming all around her head. She hadn't even realized that she was walking for so long until she had stopped in front of the sandbox at the park she usually hangs out at.

'Man my life sucks. First I get stabbed in amphibia, then once I get home i constantly have things on my plate, then I get scolded by my parents everyday, then my friends get put in comas, then i get made fun of in school, then i start getting bullied, then i come out to my dad and he's homophobic, and now I'm getting i trouble in school for defending myself!? Seriously, my little heart can only take so much.'

Tears welled up in Marcy's eyes and she fell to her knees in the sandbox. She sniffled as the tears fell down her cheeks and her face began to feel hot. She was so caught up in her crying that she didn't even notice the familiar voice coming from behind her.

"Why ya lookin so down mar-mar?"

"Not now Anne, I'm too busy with my pitiful and embarrassing crying." She responded.

That's when it hit her.

Marcy quickly turned around with tears in her wide eyes and gasped.

"Hey mar-mar!" They waved with grins on their faces.

"Guys! It's so good to see you! I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry for everything." She apologized.

"Nevermind that mar-mar, we forgive you. We already know what happened to the both of us." Sasha comforted.

"I'm never letting anything like this happen to the both of you ever again!" Marcy shouted.

Oh god this took a long time. 

And yes i posted two chapters in one day.

This took so long my ass cheeks were literally clenched the whole time.

Ya'll got to see a (kind of) fight between Marcy and heather.

Anyways.

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