Bubble Guppies Chapter 1

Bubble Guppies Chapter 1

She was twelve years old sitting quietly in her room strumming her guitar and writing down words in the frayed, plaid blue notebook; her glasses dawning her face. She was in her own world of music. The world that she loved more than anything (sans her family and friends).

Her walls had an ombre starting with black at the top and fading to white with blue in the midst of it all. Over it was gold music staffs and notes resembling the melody of a song written in C Minor. Her bed frame was black with a blue and white bed spread and yellow and white pillows. The carpet was white with a yellow rug. Christmas lights hung from the ceiling giving it a warm glow at night. Her desk on the far side of the room, across from the bed, was tan with a matching rolling chair, computer, and a lamp with blue and white orbs hanging from it. The door was on the left wall from the bed (another next to it to its right leading to the closet)and a large window with a black cushion seat and thick, dark blue curtains were on the right wall from the bed. Pictures of the past six years were tacked onto a large bulletin board next to her desk and a whiteboard calendar was on this other side covered with events and due dates.

The past six years of her life was perfect. Ever since they left that dreadful place, things only got better and better for her, her mother, and her sister. The beginning was a tad bit rocky, though, she'll admit. They were used to new surroundings, new people, new customs, a new language with the latest slang. But despite that, they pulled through alright and they could fully say that they've accomplished blending in so they wouldn't be noticed by...them.

It would be another fourteen years before they could fully come out of hiding because they'd be presumed dead in their country. When that day comes, she can take off the itchy pink wig and let down her brown locks. It'd be a long wait, but how hard could it be? They made it the first six years without any run ins with them, fourteen would be gone with a snap of a finger.

She shook herself away from her thoughts and began to focus on her music, playing a few notes here and there then writing it down. It was when a loud, booming knock pounder at the front door downstairs that she knew something was up. Her mother opened it and soon came the loud, pompous voice that she hadn't heard since she was small child. It was then that she knew they were screwed. Royally.

"Where are they," his voice echoed throughout the house.

"They aren't here," her mother quivered.

"Guards, go upstairs and search every single room until you find them."

They were coming. There was no possible way she could-

She looked at with window that was left slightly ajar. Quickly thinking, she grabbed her jacket and phone then quickly proceed to climb out to the tree and closing the indie behind her. She carefully climbed her way down then swam at a breakneck pace to her best friend's house. He was the only person she could trust to keep her hidden right now.His house was only a few more blocks away. A few more and she'd be home free.

If only a tall, built man dressed in his regal garb didn't swim in front of her from the side of one the houses. She tried to turn around to get away, but she looked to that another man in the same clothes was standing there as well. She was paralyzed and totally lost on what to do (which was rare for her).

One of the men swam up to and forcefully pull her by her arm. The other did the same to the opposite arm and they proceeded back to the places she's called home for so long. She didn't know that the tears she held in were leaking down her brown cheeks. It wasn't until she saw her father standing ten meters from her that she was kicked out of autopilot and began to act on her own accord. She kicked and flailed and cried and screamed. She scream for her mother, her sister, her friends, and him. There was no way that she was going back to the life she once had. It just wasn't happening.

A week later, she and her friends were staring at her house with her suitcase in her hand.

"You'll talk to us while you're away, right," her closest girl friend, Deema asked with tears streaking her face and blonde curls flying everywhere.

The young girl sadly shook her head and said, "My dad took my phone and my laptop. He said I can kiss it goodbye because I'm never seeing it again."

"I'm sure he only meant for a few weeks," Oona, the purple pigtailed girl said from next to Deema.

"You don't know what my dad is capable of." The honk of a horn snapped their view from the house that once was filled with liveliness to the car filled with dread. "I have to go," she croaked.

She looked to her friends and gave them a sad smile before they all broke and began engulf her. Hugs went to each and every one of them and she stopped at the last person. Her bestest friend in all the seas. He looked up from his tail and soon crushed her in his arms.

"Don't you even think about forgetting about us, okay," he sobbed into her shoulder.

She silently nodded and they both let go, hold each others hands. "I'll miss you, Mollie."

"I'll miss you more, Gil," she whispered.

He leaned to kiss her cheek before saying, "I'll miss you most."

August 2013

Mollie stared at the large looming sign engraved on the front of the red brick building: Swimmers Hill High School. After four years, here she stood in Sharkfort, Bubbletucky in front of the school she should have starting attending last year. She was getting another chance and this time, she wouldn't screw it up.

Mollie checked herself one more time to make sure everything was in order. Her pink, now pink fading to blue with purple in between, wig had two braids that at the back her head and were connected with a white bow as the rest hung down behind it. In her ears were hoops and then a pair of studs above them. She wore strapless light pink dress that came down a few inches past the curve of her tail and a while cardigan over it. Her brown messenger bag was on her left shoulder with her lyric book in the same hand. Her guitar case was in her right hand. Everything was perfect. She closed her eyes and breathed in the Bubbletucky waters and swam through the front doors and into the office.

Mollie signed in and registered herself and was given a schedule and a school map. She stood there for a few minutes wondering if she should go to her homeroom or first period.

"Everyone's in homeroom right now," the intern sweetly offered as she ate her trail mix and organized desk more.

"Thank you," Mollie replied before the nice lady waved at her and bid her good luck.

She swam down the halls of her enormous school before stopping at the door that read: Kyle-Literature. Looking down at the schedule she found that her homeroom teachwr was Alice Kyle who did teach literature. She gave a timid knock before and woman opened the door and gave her a once over.

"Did you need something because I was in the middle of a lecture" she snarled.

Mollie stuttered for a moment while hearing the snickers of her fellow classmates. "I - I just moved here and you're my homeroom teacher."

"Why are you late? Where is your pass to even be late," Ms. Kyle sneered at her.

Mollie reached into the pocket of her sweater and handed the pass to her. Ms. Kyle looked over it and glared at her.

"I didn't get an email saying I was going to have a new student so I'll just have to assume you're lying to me."Soon afterwards, a small bing could be heard coming from her laptop.

"That just might be your email," Mollie smirked.

The teacher huffed and went to read it. "Sit over there," she said as she pointed to the empty seat next to a boy with hair.

Mollie complied and leaned her guitar on her desk before sitting down and taking out a notebook and pen. She looked over at the boy next to hair and instantly recognized him. Gil.

Gil looked over and simply stared at her, then blushed a crimson color. He scrambled to rip a piece of paper out from his binder and grab a pen. After scribbling something down, he passed it over to her.

It read: 'Glad you didn't forget me.'