Hey (: So, my friend Jenny and I started making this story last night. It started out pretty good, so I decided to post it (: Chapter 2 is already in the making (:
Disclaimer: We sadly don't own any of the Powerpuff Girls characters D:
Blossoms p. o. v.
It was that time of year where I would get presents and a Christmas tree. But this year was different. Here at the orphanage we didn't get any presents or Christmas trees we would just sit in ours rooms and do nothing for this wonderful holiday. I felt sad because we couldn't talk to each other and the only people who were my age was 5 people out of the whole orphanage. 2 more girls, and 3 boys. The first one to join the orphanage was me.
The second one to join was Bubbles she came when her parents died in a car accident. Her grandmother couldn't take care of her because she didn't have the capacity to take care of her, so she was sent to the orphanage. She really didn't want to go but she had to. I would always see her drawing under a tree or just basically drawing anywhere. One day I was on the swing when one of her colored pencils broke and she couldn't get another one because it was the only ones she had. She started to cry but then she stopped because she remembered professor telling her to stop on the first day she came because she had started crying cause she didn't want to be here, and I couldn't blame her.
The third girl to be enter the orphanage was Buttercup. Her story was a mysterious one, but she looks like she survived it. One night we found Buttercup sleeping on our door steps. We didn't know where she had come from but we did know that now she is an orphan. She would always play by herself and be content with it and she would never speak unless spoken too.
After the 2 girls, came the first boy. He goes by the name of Butch and is a brunette with green eyes. It turns out he was homeless for about 5 months, with no parents. He walked right through the doors, as if he was walking into his home, with a big smile on his face. I haven't really got to find out much about him because boys are on the other side of the orphanage.
A week later, came a red head called Brick. He simply knocked on the door and was let in. When I first saw him, I noticed his red eyed were full of fear. I later found out that his parents had been murdered in front of his very eyes. Ever since then , he's always looked very mad and I don't remember him ever smiling. I feel so bad for him. I wish I could talk to at least him.
The last to be in the family of orphans was Boomer. One day professor was outside checking the plants and if his car was working fine. Then he found Boomer limping along the sidewalk in tattered clothing, and bruises everywhere. He didn't know anything about his parents and so professor just took him in and gave him first aid. Boomer didn't seem to have any problems and he always looked and sounded okay. Deep down I think he just wished he knew what his parents are like. Maybe they are alive and maybe he will get the chance to meet him.
As for my story, it's kind of shocking all because of my father. It all started with my mother dying from a sickness she had. On the day that she died someone dropped me off at house where orphans go and it was new so I was the first to join. On the night when I found out who my father was, I also found out how much he hated me cause I was special. When I was looking at my birth certificate I found my father was in the same house that was staying at and that man was the professor. He was standing at my door way and said I would die. I didn't know how or when, but I did know that I was his daughter and he was my father, but we would never be family.