Hi guys! This is my first ever story on fanfiction. I have been reading stories on here for over a year, and finally decided to write one! I welcome collective criticism. Let me know anything I can do to improve my writing or any ideas you guys have to the story! Enjoy the first chapter Of When the Glass Shatters
Disclaimer: All of the characters except Burlesque, Bullet and Bandit belong to Craig McCracken.
I looked out the window to take in the stunning April day. The budding leaves of the oak and birch trees rustle with the light breeze. The sun cuts through the air, illuminating the feathers of passerby robins. It's the first day of the year the sun decided to shine with accompanied warmth.
I quickly return my attention back to my geometry teacher. It would be noticeable if I wasn't paying attention, due to the class only having grand total of five students. Just as the teacher finishes his explanation on complex polygons, the bell chimes for lunch.
I rise from my seat and pack my pink binder in my tote bag and tuck a strand of pumpkin orange hair behind my ear. As I am exiting my chair, I'm roughly shoved into the corner of the plastic desk, eliciting a sharp inhale of breath from myself. It didn't hurt, due to my durability, but it did surprise me. I look up, my long bangs covering most of my eyes, and see some giggling girls smirk at me as they walk by. I look down once again and leave the classroom.
Walking down the C-wing hallway, the backs of my light pink flats are repeatedly stepped on. My hair is tugged as I pass other students. To escape the immutable torture for a few minutes, I slip into the girl's bathroom. It's vacant, due to the fact everyone is heading to lunch.
I look at my reflection and my eyes go blank. I see a thirteen year old girl with freakishly long, bright orange hair with an uncountable amount of split ends. Her straight across bangs cover her mutated ballerina pink eyes. Her outfit consists of a knee length pink plaid skirt paired with a white loose sweater.
I frown, as does the girl. No matter how many times I see this girl in the reflection, it will always be my own. I force a smile, and the reflection shows a grimace full of braces.
'Great' I think to myself.
Not only am I a complete nerd and have horrible style, but I'm too adamant about being a hero that I can't be unkind, ever.
I realize I've been frowning at the mirror for around five minutes and hope my sisters aren't worried. I exit the bathroom, entering an unoccupied hallway. I make my way to the cafeteria and see my four sisters waiting at the farthest table.
After my own little introspection, I can't help but analyze my sisters as well.
I avert my gaze to Buttercup. Her dark brown hair is cut to her ears. She has knee length black basketball shorts adorning her legs and a loose white and green T-shirt with a star on the center. She lifts her head and my pink eyes meet her bright green ones. She lifts the side of her lips into a tiny, shy smile. Then she looks back down at her food, not eating.
My scrutiny shifts to Bubbles. Her golden blonde hair is in her infamous pigtails, now resting on her shoulders. Her hair is tangled and crazy, having had to rush out the door to avoid being late. Bubbles flashes me a huge smile, but it doesn't reach her powder blue eyes. I notice bruises on her wrist again. Those girls have been spouting invectives at her again, I'm guessing. Bubbles is clothed in bell bottom jeans combined with a T-shirt sporting a wide-eyed bunny.
Bubbles turns to her left, resuming a conversation with my third sister, Bunny. Bunny nods occasionally, showing she is paying attention. Her light brown hair is tied in a messy low ponytail, with pieces of her bangs falling and covering her lilac purple eyes. Bunny shifts to fix her white capris and pull down her purple Aero sweatshirt. Bunny smiles, but like Bubbles, her eyes are downtrodden.
My eyes move towards my last and newest sister, Burlesque. Her shoulders are hunched, her head is down, and she's playing with her hands. Burlesque's white hair is shielding her gleaming white eyes from sight. Her flare jeans and two-sizes-too-big sweatshirt completely swallow her form.
By the time I have finished assessing my sisters, I had already sat down. None of us ate. We had lost our appetite ever since some boys covered our lunches with worms unbeknownst to us at the time.
Speaking of those five boys, I see them outside under a tree, sitting with "Ms. Popular" Princess Morebucks her gang of four bimbos along with Mitch Michelson.
The first is Brick Jojo. He is sporting black jeans and a red t-shirt with an elemental fire symbol on it. His red eyes watched amusedly as an ant colony was being burned by a flame emitting from his fingertip. His dark red hair was tucked underneath a black and red OBEY snapback.
Next to him, lazily throwing a football into the air was Butch Jojo. His half-lidded dark emerald eyes followed the football's movement as he ran his other hand through his black, spiked up hair. Butch shifted his athletic short-clad legs to wipe some dirt off of his new black Air Jordons. A dark green T-shirt rested against his torso.
Lying on his back under the tree was Boomer Jojo. His wavy blonde hair fell in his royal blue eyes as he watched the clouds roll by with barely open eyes. He quickly jerked his head, removing the hair. His blue and black plaid button up crinkled with the movement, while his black jeans stayed immobile. One of his grey van adorned feet rose to scratch his calf.
Chuckling with Mitch was the fourth Jojo brother, Bandit. The soft breeze lightly tugged at his short brown hair. His dark purple eyes vanished behind his eyelids as he threw his head back to laugh at a joke told by his comrade. Mitch punched Bandit's University of Phoenix sweatshirt covered arm. Bandit responded by kicking his black DC shoes towards Mitch, causing his Black jeans to snap from the movement.
The last and newest brother rolled his eyes. Bullet sighed and winked at two passerby girls, to which they appropriately responded by giggling. His dark silver eyes held smugness, as his lips twitched into a smirk. He rested his head confidently against the tree, causing his shoulder length silver hair to reach his shoulder blades. With his hands behind his head, Bullet crossed one khaki clad leg across the other, causing his White t-shirt to collect at his stomach.
I reverted my attention back to my sisters to find them staring at the Rowdyruff Boys. I sighed and looked down. Yes, we all had slight crushes, but we would not admit it in a million years.
The boys had toned down their evil-doing, now just taking on the "bad-boy" persona. During the five years since they joined our school, our original place in the school switched with theirs. While they went from being exiles to kings, my sisters and I went from being icons to outsiders.
As little kids, friendliness and optimism was accepted, treasured even. Yet, as we rose through the ranks of school and landed in 8th grade, kindness was punished.
Buttercup was small and shy, unable to stand up for herself. Girls would constantly abuse physically because she was a "dyke". She saw herself as weak, being unable to stand up for the rest of us.
Bubbles was so open and friendly, other girls verbally abused her and sometimes got violent because Bubbles "wouldn't shut up."
Bunny was happy and carefree. Our peers saw that as instant prey and tried to take it away by tripping her and playing pranks on her, calling her "Boo Hoo Bunny" when they saw tears leak through Bunny's resolve.
Burlesque, well, she was so exceedingly shy, especially around boys. Because she would end up losing her voice when people approached her, some jocks would take advantage, nothing too serious, just coming onto her, just to see her squirm.
As for me, I was the typical nerdy nice girl. I was "Brace-face Blossom" or "Brainy Blossy". Too stuck in my leadership role of a heroine team, I won't use my powers against citizens; I just can't bring myself to do it; as long as I'm somewhat happy and a hero, I'll protect others.
The only reason my sisters and I aren't completely broken is because of the professor. He gives us the only comfort and support we have, besides each other.
"You girls are strong. You girls are brave. You girls are my treasures. Never forget what you are." Is what he says to stop our crying, or our oncoming depression. He's our life support.
As my sisters and I were conversing in hushed voices, we were unaware that Princess was approaching our table with a malicious smirk and her clique behind her.
"Hey Powersluts." She smirked at us.
"What do you want Princess?" I sighed, not wanting anything to happen to my sisters
"Well Brainy, I just wanted to say how useless you are. Haven't you noticed how unneeded you are? There haven't been any attacks since the police got better than you so called "Superheroes". Just wanted to enlighten you." She said in an innocent tone.
"Go away Whorebucks."
I turned around, astonished, as I looked at my youngest sister. Her head was still down, but her eyes managed to produce a weak glare.
"Excuse me, Birdy?" Princess snarled.
"Just leave us alone." Burlesque responded a little more strongly.
"You bitch!" Princess shrieked. She lunged forward to slap Burlesque, but I quickly stepped in front of the oncoming hand and took it full force. I opened my eyes and felt something slide down my cheek. I touched a hand to the liquid and brought it back. Black blood dripped from my fingers. I slowly glanced back at Princess, my cheek burning from a mixture of pain and the Chemical X knitting my skin back together.
"My daddy gave me a little something for my birthday. You girls aren't completely invincible anymore." Princess smirked, a crazed look in her eye. "Girls, lets show them why we deserve some respect."
Princess' gang of bimbos each grabbed one of my sisters and me, while Princess walked up to Burlesque.
"No one speaks to me that way, bitch." Princess whispered. She proceeded to deliver a punch straight to Burlesque's jaw. This was some sort of signal because as soon as Princess delivered the first punch, the rest of her gang began beating on us.
I heard a chorus of "Butterboy", "Bubble Brain", "Boo Boo Bunny", and "Hurlesque" before my own nickname was voiced.
A hard blow was distributed to my cheek, then my stomach. I fell to the ground, unable to bring myself to hurt another civilian. Kick after kick was delivered to my ribs. I looked up; my eyes squinted in pain, to meet Brick's eyes. He wasn't smiling like I thought he would be. I mouthed "Help." Then, he looked away.
A raging fury erupted in me, one unlike anything I have ever experienced. I grabbed the ankle that was about to kick me again and stopped it easily. I stood up still with the ankle in my grip. My grasp was constricting more and more each second I had it in my hand. I looked into the bimbo's eyes and they looked utterly terrified. I could see my reflection in them, but it wasn't the reflection with which I was usually met. My eyes were darker, more vicious and my hair had darkened to a fiery red. I took the bimbo's fear and hesitation to my advantage and broke her ankle. I smiled cruelly and proceeded to fling the damaged girl through the window. I saw my reflection in the window shatter.
I turned abruptly to help my sisters. However, each was alone, and each had a different look on their face. Buttercup looked livid and sadistic, smiling with glowing green eyes and pitch black hair. Bubbles wasn't smiling at all, but had an empty look in her cerulean blue eyes while her now platinum blonde hair fell in her face. Bunny's eyes were covered by dark brunette hair, it shifted, unveiling unfocused and now a dark royal purple. Yet, Burlesque was who shocked me most.
Burlesque was holding Princess by her throat, smirking confidently. Her now metallic silver eyes held humor as her lustrous silver hair billowed around her. Princess looked unequivocally petrified. Burlesque merely threw her on the ground, and punched her one last time in the nose, breaking it.
"We're done with you bitches." Buttercup growled.
I whistled at my sisters, they turned to me. Their hair slowly faded to its original color, yet their eyes remained unchanged; darker and venomous. I jerked my head in the direction of the broken window. We simultaneously jumped into the air and flew out. Not before my sisters and I turned to our counterparts and gave a cold, unforgiving glare. I didn't notice the sky darken and the cafeteria walls freezing. Not sticking around to see the result of my glare, I sped off.
"I'm never going back." I hear Bunny whisper.
"I know. We never will." I agreed quietly.
"Let's just talk to the Prof-" Bubbles began to say, but was interrupted by a low rumbling and a bloodcurdling scream.
I whipped my head around, my hair swirling like a fiery wall behind me as I looked at our home. Our home for eight years was in flames, the walls already caving in.
"PROFESSOR!" My sisters and I all shriek. We take off full force towards the house, faster than a jet, a sonic boom resonating behind us. We torpedo into the home, finding the living room in devastation, still blazing like an inferno.
We split up, searching at faster speeds than we ever had before.
"Blossom!" I hear Bubbles screech
I followed her voice to the basement laboratory. Underneath a mountain of rubble was the Professor. The other three girls flew in right after me. On an unspoken command, we lifted the garage sized heap of debris like it was a feather. The Professor's chest was rising in short, abrupt intervals. Bunny grabbed the Professor's legs while Buttercup grabbed under his arms and we soared out into the open air.
We put the Professor down and kneeled next to him. I held his left hand and Buttercup held his right.
"Girls…" We heard him force out. My sisters and I leaned towards him with glistening eyes.
"Girls… you're my… li-little girls… okay?"
"W-we know Pro-professor." Bunny choked out, tears streaming down her bruised cheek.
Next thing we knew the Professor was gone. His hands limp in our grasps. I shook my head, slowly at first then rapidly. "No no no no" I repeated over and over again while I tried shaking the Professor awake. I go up and paced away from the girls and our dead father. "NO!" I screamed as an explosion of ice blasted from my body. I crumpled to my knees.
I could hear Buttercup shrieking, as vines as thick as cars coiled around our obliterated home. Bubbles made no sound, not even when lightning struck at irregular intervals around her as the sky darkened with shadowy clouds. Bunny was pulling at her hair, shaking her head frantically as the wind picked up speed. We saw our neighbors cars getting picked up by the wind, as well as the fire truck barreling down the road, too little too late. Burlesque's tears dripped onto the ground as she began moaning a wretched melody, causing vibrations to jolt through the air.
I turned to my sisters; they stared back with empty eyes. We picked up our father, and flew away.
We didn't notice the five pairs of eyes watching from a distance.
As my sisters and I flew through the air, I noticed our hair had changed again. Yet, I knew it was permanent. Our hair reflected our grief, our damage. You can't fix what is shattered.