I do not own the characters of the Powerpuff Girls!
Summary: Blossom and her sisters gave up their powers to be normal girls in a small city, right outside of Townsville. Since the 9th grade they've lived here peacefully and quietly, though word travels fast, and while they can't fully escape their previous title of being called 'The Powerpuff Girls' they are pretty average. Now towards the end of 11th grade, The Rowdyruff Boys transfered after Christmas break, and the girls aren't sure why, however they seem to be unusually harmless. To this day, no evil has come from the boys, but Brick seems to be a little competitive towards a former pink eyed Powerpuff. Every school activity is a competition, including the school science fair, the fundraiser, even a simple task like who can finish a test faster, while still passing with flying colors? And when prom comes along, and his date is a no show, who is the one girl sitting dateless in the corner, waiting for someone to ask her to dance?
As you can tell from my summary, I have a pretty good idea where this book is going, but I have no idea how to get there, or how long it will take to get there! Let's hope I can keep it well under 100,000 words! Here's to hoping this book doesn't suck, and most importantly, enjoy :)
BTW: This book is about Blossom's POV.
Chapter One - Automatic
The rush of school hours. The adrenaline that courses through your veins with every passing second. You know that you can beat the bell if you just push yourself a little further. The exhaustion kicks in. The weight of another tardy pass rests in your hands. I'm going to make it. I'm going to make it. You think, that when you finally bust through the doors, barely holding onto your backpack, that you've steered clear of the 'late student' cursing entitlement as you pass by the front desk, but then, you run into a big - red - stop sign.
Jolting back, I fell directly on my bum, as my things were scattered across the hallway from the unzipped zipper on my bag. Rubbing my head, I glanced up, blinking once from the damaging amount of illumination that slipped into my eyes, caused by the florescent lights overhead. Blurry for a moment, I focused in on a familiar face. And unpleasant familiar face.
"Blossy, don't you think that you need to watch we're you're going? You could've hurt someone!" Brick exclaimed, seeing the pain I was caused. Laughing along with his friends, Ethan and Jayden, at my excruciating appearance, he slipped them a quick 'bounce', unconcerned about needy others.
Typical. Not just for him, but for most boys at my school. They urge for one thing, and one thing only, which somehow manages to win them this prize of prerogative, while the female is charged as if she was a criminal. He acts like he cares, but ends up leaving when all is said and done. Then she burdens the child, and nurtures it on her own, all while the one with lack of self-control, and dignity, wins a new ranking with the guys, and she hits an all-time low. Why they crave it? I don't know, but it always turns out the same.
So in other words, Brick was just another, competitive and typical male at my school, but I despised him all the more. My reasoning? No clue, why don't you ask him. He's the one that insists on ruining my life to the point of utter hell. He hates me, and never fails to make me look like a complete buffoon in front of everyone else. He has to win at every game we play, including this one. And what's with the pet names? 'Blossy'? Who comes up with such immature, insensible context? He's what I like to call, redundant.
Bruised at the knees, I arched my eyebrows, and huffed under my breath. How could I expect him to understand my humiliation, as others about the hallway, heading to class, pointed and laughed? Pulling down my plaid skirt, so that it reached just below mid-thigh, I gathered my things closest to me at first, and made my way outward. Soon I collected every spilled out item, and stored it away, properly in my backpack. However, just as I was about to assist myself up, I noticed my special pink ink pen my father got for me on his vacation to Rome.
Keeping it firmly under his sneaker, it was in serious risk of being smashed by his big feet. "Missing something?" he inquired, well aware that this was my favorite writing tool, being as I used it in every class. It was my signature thing, and I wasn't going to let him strip me from it.
Slowly rising up, I made eye contact with him, and crossed my arms. While he hovered nearly a foot over my height, I held strong. "Give me the pen, Brick."
Bending over to pick it up, he held it loosely, examining it, as if he was actually interested. He had no use for such a thing, but insisted on acting like he had gained the world, merely because it was aggregating me, and he knew that I wasn't going to do anything about it. I'm too much of a 'good girl' for that sort of violence. I'd never stoop so low. "Why would I give you back your precious little pen, when I could keep it for myself?"
"We all know that pink isn't your color, Brick, now give it back!"
"Uh-oh, is someone getting mad? Are you gonna cry? Or are you gonna fight?" he teased, being backed up by his friends all the way. They were loyal to him, so not only was he suggesting I beat him off, he was suggesting I beat them off as well. Constantly trying to get me to do wrong, he always hunted for a grim old fashion fight, but I wasn't going to give him what he asked for.
There was hardly anything I could do. I mean, what choice did I have at this point? Sock him in the nose, and get detention for the rest of the year, which is exactly what he wants! What would that do to my permanent record? It was hardly worth it, anyway, revenge isn't nearly as sweet as you'd believe, but that wasn't even the problem! How could he be as cruel as to steal something he doesn't even want? "Look, it's my pen, and you have no use for it, so what good could it possibly do for you? It has no meaning, so please, just give it back to me!" I pleaded.
"Or what? Are you going to make me?" he questioned, taking a step in closer. This caused me to push up on-to my tippy toes, as I lifted a finger at him, signaling my urge to speak. Gathering up the right words in my head, I thought, and pondered, and I quickly backed down before carrying any of my hidden desires out. Smug, he was grinning, as I looked in the other direction. "That's what I thought. You're too much of a goody-goody, huh?" Just as he finished his speech, the bell rang, and everyone that came to watch the show, went into their nearby homerooms. "See you in third period, doll face," he added, being as we shared the same Drafting elective.
Standing there in silence, as he scooted past me to go into his first session, he dropped the pen in front of him, and stepped on it. Flinching from the crackling noise, ink squirted the surrounding area, along with the back of my shoe. He then entered the classroom, while mine was at the end of the hall, but I couldn't move. With every passing statement, and everything done, I couldn't help but automatically hate him. And I don't even believe in the word 'hate'.
Needless to say, sooner or later I did find the heart to dwell on, being as it was just a pen, nevertheless that was hardly what was bothering me. So I sat down, tardy, for Sociology as always. Taking out all of my needed materials, I ensued a task after task, and queued in on our teacher, Mrs. Frones. The recent topics we have been studying lately were marriages and divorces. A thousand word essay was due by Friday – tomorrow, on all of the things covered last week. This was no biggie, being as I already finished it, so I was not panicked when a pop quiz was added to the agenda.
The paper was passed back until it was given to me, and I did the same, so that the cycle could continue on.
Application or testing of a theory or concept:
The application assignment asks you to apply a concept or theoretical perspective to a specific example. In other words, it tests your practical understanding of theories and ideas by asking you to explain how well they apply to actual social phenomena. In order to successfully apply a theory to a new case, you must include the following steps:
The test asked, giving me four choices of answers to choose from. Rereading the answers, I chose letter 'C'.
"C: Have a clear understanding of the theory itself,: Choose an appropriate case study,: Analyzing. Just like making an analogy, you are arguing that these two things (the theory and the example) are similar," I spoke quietly.
When all twenty five questioned were answered, I was the first one done, and proceeded to the front of the class, proud as I believed that all of my answers were correct! Here's to hoping they were at least. I've been studying practically nonstop for the past week. I'm praying that it paid off, while I normally tend to make good grades, since I'm an A average student, you can still slip up every now and then, but now isn't a good time for me. Nearing the end of junior year, almost all tests count towards your final grade!
Bringing in my finished assignment, I returned to my seat and pulled out a book to read until the bell rang once more. It was my favorite book, Born in Ice by Nora Roberts. One that I had discovered in my book club, many years back, and have come to read over fifteen times! A woman that can maintain complete control over anything, including her own emotions, and a man who begins a troubled soul who avoided love, ended up falling for her! A sweet, and satisfying read. I turned the page, and went on with my romantic novel. Passing another chapter, close to as soon as the last student turned in there test, I put it away
Leaving my hand made bookmark, with white lace trim, and a pink silk ribbon, were I had just finished reading, we began continuing the last activities planned by the teacher.
Then soon I was given the chance to go to my locker, put away my things, and assemble the next essentials for second period. Biology wasn't my favorite class, being as I had already studied most of it in ninth grade, I made it through, thanks to my good friend, Trisha. Grabbing my text book, I shut my locker, twisting the combination in the opposite direction, and walked across the corridor.
Peering around, I spotted Trisha and made my way over to where she was seated. Turning around, she glanced up to call me over. "Blossom, hey! I got us the seats closes to the window, eh?" she praised.
Taking the chair next to hers, I pulled out my notebook and pencil. "What's so great about this spot, again?"
"Um, duh! You can see the football players from here! Aww, look, there's my little Iman all dressed up in uniform. Hi, Iman," she smiled, as if he could actually hear her.
She still did not give a reasonable explanation as to why it was a good spot for me but as long as she is happy, I am. However, this did not cause me to overlook my disappointment towards her taste in men. Iman was no better than Caleb, who she dated in the past, and Caleb was no better than Brick. Luckily I can say that she has not dated him, while her spontaneous change in attraction towards the boys is never stable, in a constant on off relationship, which she has had a lot of, I am there to help her through her madness. So I love, and support her all the same.
But I'm not blind! She apparently has something I don't have, which would explain her many relationships, and my five. Which one doesn't even count, being as I found out that jerk just dated me because of pity! And he was on the chess team! Nonetheless, I am over that, and have been happily single because of it. Somewhat happy… I'm just not good with guys! We live in a small down, word travels fast, and I guess they just aren't interested in a former crime fighter. I can't help who I am, or who I was, that is just how it goes.
My dad stripped us from our powers our first year of high school, when we moved here, away from Townsville. We needed him to. We needed to become a bunch of normal little girls living normal lives. We got sick of constantly saving the day, and everyone in need of rescue! I needed that time to study, Buttercup needed it to sneak out at night, and Bubbles needed it to do her full face of make-up in the morning. We couldn't juggle all those things at once. Underneath all the super strength and x-ray vision we actually were just normal little girls. So we made it permanent, and haven't fought crime since.
Yes, I constantly feel the need to help when I see someone in danger, but there isn't anything I can do anymore. That's how we wanted it. That's how I thought I wanted it. I'm not sure anymore. The helpless are just waiting to be mugged, or taken advantage of, and if we just sit around doing nothing, does that make us any less or any more great then the criminals themselves? Are we criminals ourselves for abandoning those people, when we could have done something? Or is this how it was meant to be? But maybe, just maybe, we are the mistake all on our own. Not the powers that were accidentally added to the concoction, we were wholly an accident.
Every part of us, and while the other two can go on living life simply, I'm stuck being pink eyed, and troubled. A leader needs something to lead, and because that was how I was made, and because there is nothing for me to be chief of, I sometimes feel empty inside. But that is no excuse, the world will keep turning, and we will keep living on it. The biggest mistakes ever created.
Brick and his brothers have more meaning than we do. Keeping their ability to fly, and every other power they possess, the Rowdyruff Boys live on strong, yet they are no longer given the advantage to use it whenever they please. Mojo Jojo had been banished from the streets, and finally locked away in jail forever, for attempt of murder. Attempting to murder Him, who was then aiming to gain the boys as his own sons, and now is called their father. All of this was done once we had no powers to stop them, and since we'd already moved we had no idea.
Plus, we had not seen the boys since we last thought we defeated them, when they were bidding to steal the original Mona Lisa in the Louvre museum, almost ten years ago. I'd heard the boys were homeschooled at some point, but that was about it. Imagine the surprise when we found out they were transferring to our school, in Countyville, merely three months ago. This was a shock to everyone in my family, but my sisters lived with them, and they learned to treat the boys normally, as Boomer and Butch somehow managed to treat them that way from the beginning, but not Brick. Not in any shape or form did he achieve treating me as he treated everyone else in the school.
Everything seemed to be a competition with him, but truly he just loved to compete with me. I'd only recently discovered that it might be because, as little kids, we had defeated, and destroyed them several times, and while his brothers aged maturely, they couldn't care less. Brick thrived, and once lived to do evil, as we once lived to protect, and since he is forced to become a better person, he takes his anger out through childish games. He needed to win, to be a champion, like he dreamed, so I'm his favorite opponent. I still can't figure out, why, though.
So excluding all others aside, Him does seem to take good care of the boys, unlike we expected, and except for a few minor, but basic bad boy standard manners any teenage male would have, they are nearly well behaved. No evil has, and probably never will come from them, though that does not explain why they followed us here. Perhaps they wanted a life in the suburbs, outside of Townsville, or other reasons I am not sure of. It's been discovered that they are no threat, but I'm still suspicious. Things like this don't just 'happen'. Not without some reason, I'd assume. Or not? It seems pretty impossible to me, though.
"So are you going to be sitting next to me, or Iman at lunch?" I asked, curious as to see if I was going to have to go solo. Again.
Playing with her pot-a-dotted eraser that was on her desk, she announced, "I'll be sitting with both of you! Seriously, I can do that you know. My attention can be focused on two human beings at once! Gosh, honestly I don't see why you ask such ridiculous things."
"Hmm, I see. You'll be sitting with, Iman then," I granted, unable to stand someone that talks with his mouthful. I don't get how she looks past something do disgusting, but clearly she manages. And as for sharing her attention evenly, yes, by that she means she'll look over her shoulder once to make sure I am still sitting there, and continue her conversation with that said boyfriend at the moment. Oh well, we can't have everything. She'll come around sooner or later, so who am I to judge every little decision she makes?
Widening my eyes, I snatched the eraser from her grasp. "Eww, Trisha! Don't chew on it!" I judged a little decision she made. Okay, so I do still take control over things like a leader, but that was just disturbing. Chewing on something like that, just before class starts. She should be spending her time tidying up her desk area. But I'm not judging her for the huge disordered mess she made. No.
"Hey, it's just an eraser! Not like I'm chomping down on some kids used band aid!"
"Okay, I think I just threw up in my mouth," I huffed. "That might have been one of the most disgusting things I've ever heard."
Preparing for the teachers to give us his first instructions, as he walked in the room, she apologized, "Sorry, I was just making a valid example."
Adjusting the collar around his neck, he rushed up to the front of the room, towards the board, and grabbed a piece of chalk. "Sorry I'm late students, I got held up in an eight o'clock meeting. There's no time to waste, we need to get straight into work, so if I can please ask you to turn to page one nineteen, Genetics and DNA intro, in your biology text book, which I am assuming you all brought in, and begin reading. There will be a quiz on the material you read, and the questions are being written on the board now," he informed.
Following orders, I did as he requested, and scanned through, noting each and every paragraph's full meaning. "DNA molecules are incredibly long, but also very thin. One DNA molecule from the chromosome of a mammal may be about one-m long when unraveled," I whispered aloud, being as it was proven that if you read aloud that it is two times more likely you remember what was reviewed. Most others in my school dreaded tests, but i didn't mind the various ones we took each and every day. They were organized, and to the point.
About mid-way through, Trisha passed a note over to me, disrupting my concentration. Slightly angry with her, I unfolded the paper, nevertheless.
Hey, I think Todd Boweling is interested in you, she'd written. Glowering at this, I glanced over at her, and she was pretending as if she hadn't done anything. Taking my number two pencil, I replied to such a bold statement. You know I don't like it when you distract me from my work. It effects my concentration! And how could you come up with a ludicrous idea like that? I asked, then passing the note back to her.
Nodding at my response, she wrote, I know, but this is important! He obviously likes you! He won't stop staring at you! I bet he is going to ask you to prom.
Giving me the note, I had completely stopped proceeding with my test, being as all I could think about was what she was going to say next, and began to read. After analyzing this, I immediately looked back at Todd, but before I did, she reached over and grabbed my arm, signaling for me not to. I suppose it would seem too suspicious if I did? So what? He could be looking at me because my bow is sagging on top of my head, I told, but quickly checked to be sure it wasn't. Either way, I am not going to Junior Prom. It's just a silly excuse for girls to dress up like princesses one night of the year, and never touch the five hundred dollar dress again.
Handing it over to her, when she came to the last sentence, Trisha gasped, and whispered, "We'll talk about this later!"
Shrugging, I wasn't sure what she was so upset about, and went on to read the rest of the material. It wasn't long until I was finished with that assigned chapter, and being as the teacher hadn't even finished writing all of the questions on the board, I was inspired to go on, and finally stop when Mr. Thomas was done. I was a pretty speedy reader, especially in this course, being as I was once educated with it all before, so when it came time to answer the following questions, I was done with the next chapter.
Everything from there out was boring, and hardly worth a second thought. I'd just completed the last segment of the quiz, even though it didn't count towards our grades, when Mr. Thomas started to pass out a few papers, such as homework, and reminders throughout the last two and a half months of school. I took the four sheets, and handed the rest back. Gazing them over, the homework seemed easy enough, and as for the other papers, I was well aware of the science fair, the upcoming end of year Fundraiser, and the school field trip. My homeroom had told me all about both.
Second period ended much too quickly, and while I didn't even like the class, I was sad for it to go, because my next one was with Brick Jojo. If he picks me to be his partner one more time than I am going to explode. We've already done three projects together, and he is the worst! Either things go his way, or not at all. I'd do anything to get him off my back, and by alphabetical surname, when we're given the option, Brick gets to choose his partner first! Why must it be me? We don't work well together, and he drives me insane, which is probably why it is my lowest grade, a 92!
"Blossy, there you are. Ready for another great time in drafting? I feel empowered, and enthused. My body is stimulating, I sense architectural design flowing through my veins." With his hands in his pocket, he leaned against the wall, blocking my entry.
"As long as you keep those ideas to yourself, I'll be fine," I panted, waiting for him to go in the room, so I was no longer kept waiting outside.
Narrowing his eyebrows, Brick snorted at me. "Lighten up, the day is young. Lets' try not to fight."
Seeing as though he wasn't going to get his big butt out of my way, I had no choice but to try and squeeze past him. Bumping into his shoulder, I sarcastically chirped, "As if we never enjoy each other's company to the fullest." At this, I took a chair in the front corner, as he stood there, frowning. Taking out my things, I puffed, "How did I ever get stuck with him?"