Update #One:

Hia, everyone! I really hope that you enjoy my story. Remember it is always great to hear some feedback, and I am always willing to accept any kind of criticism (just as long as it isn't rude). I would just like to inform all of you now that I's am going to try and update as much as possible, and I a, truly sorry if it takes me over a week sometimes, but I will never forget about you. If you are wondering I am planning on this to be a rather medium to long length (40-80 ,000 words) story, so it might take a while to complete! I am not sure if the title of this story has already been taken by another PPG fan or not, and if it is, I'm sorry because it seems like a pretty common title...

Well firstly I would like to introduce you to the main character Bubbles. If you would like a full summary then please do keep reading this, but if not then just skip down and I promise that you'll be able to just get into the book :)

Bubbles is a 15 year old unlucky girl, freshly starting 10th grade, alone, while her older sisters are a grade above her and she never gets to see them in the halls. Being in a new town can be scary, especially since no one knows the powers that you have to hide from them, under your father's command. However, regarding the faults, she has found something that might be worth all of this trouble and pain. A young boy that sits behind her in history has an engaging smile, with perfect, baby, blue eyes, perfect, blonde, flowing hair, and perfect, chiseled, facial features that make him irresistible. With all of this perfection, it is hard to see that he might just be too perfect.

Rated T for: Language, drug content, violence, and some brief sexuality.

Accomplishing Nothing

Chapter One

Glancing around the room, quickly before I entered, my nose peeked from behind the corner of the cream colored walls. Scanning over the area of the kitchen, after I had determined that no one else was around, my feet were light across the floor. I combined the glossy tiles with the cotton fabric of my white socks to help me slide soundlessly to a certain destination that I had set my goal on, from the beginning. Sweeping to it, my heart pounded as I was starting to get closer and closer, but suddenly found that I was losing my balance!

Just because of my speed, I lost control, and while afraid of falling I was more afraid of someone else hearing me falling. Scattering, my legs wobbled and felt very numb, unable to support my weight any longer! Typical, I thought. With loss of balance, it became apparent that my first failure of the day was intact. Failure: number one. I tried to use my arms for added balance, but they were no help at any rate. Finally coming to a stop, I kept myself from tripping only by crashing against the counters. "Bwh!" I coughed.

With my eyes tightly shut, I slowly began to open them wider. Suddenly I had a sign of relief, regarding the fact that nothing had been knocked over, or even broken in this blundering accident. Taking a deep breath in, I puffed it out, and smiled to lighten the appearance of my face. Dimples were shown, highlighting the dusty rose accent in my cheeks as I was then proud to say that I had made an accomplishment within the first ten minutes of my beginning day. Job well done, Bubbles! But it isn't over yet…I reminded myself.

Laughing wildly – I, out of nowhere, locked my hands around the knob of the pantry and pulled out the shiny wrapped aluminum plate that had been stored away for tonight. My stare became intense. Dropping it on the surface of the sleek granite, I began to unwrap, with careful precision. Watching myself intently as I removed the cover; each piece had to be detached from the perfect angle, perfect degree, and perfect monition for the silent result that I wished for, nothing could go wrong! Scarping my nails under the edges, I lifted it up in a fast snatch. Accomplishment: number two! Crumbling the aluminum, I was then only to be studded by my mistake. Failure: …number two. Gaping at the garbage can, I soon realized its' distance, and sighed.

Crumbling the material more than it possibly was before, just for the extra drama, I arched my eyebrows and slightly swiveled my tongue to the outside of my right lip. Lifting the formed sphere of aluminum above my head, I aimed it to land directly into the trash. Allowing it to glide off the tips of my fingers, I waited as the object was nearing the end target! Come on, just a little farther! Dropping at an increasing rate, the ball bounced off the side of the circling rim. No'oo! But it barely made it into the can. Yes'ss! Jumping up, I toe touched in the air and cheered. Accomplishment number three is in the bag! However, realizing how loud I was, I abruptly became inclined with the ground and had pain at the bone of my shattered hip.

Of course. Utter and total failure: …number three. Typical.

Ignoring the agony, I regain equilibrium, and checked once more to be sure that I was still alone. The same sign of relief was restored, and I turned back around to the plate that had been waiting for me to return.

Since it was already uncovered, and delicious at that, I was able to stare at the brownies that were displayed. Little pieces of eatable heaven, right there. Waiting for me. Setting off an aroma, their sight made my mouth just water! A flaky thin layer on the outside, and a moist rich layer underneath. Purely made of fudge in the middle, it was thick and managed to keep warm. Squealing, I giggled and reached out to grab one to eat it, with the purpose of filling the emptiness I had experienced last night. I had been dreaming of this treat, while my stomach growled. About to gobble it whole and give me the thrill of the taste, I dropped the desert; shocked to hear the voice of my oldest sister.

"What are you doing?"

Spinning to her direction, I hid the brownies behind my back, shoving the dropped brownie into the crevasse between counter spaces. Oops. This can't be good! Glancing over to them, I scooted to the left so that they were completely hidden from her. Afterward, I could the give my full attention, without seeming weird. Though, I did double check, and grinned exceedingly. "Uhh, who? Me? Ohh, okay, you mean me then? Well… I was just - you know - just… uhh, kinda… um-"

"What are you hiding back there?" Blossom asked, striding to take a look for herself, once she discovered my blabbering lies, as I continued to try and make up something, or come up with some excuse. Covering my mouth, she pushed me over to the side, huffing, "Move." Plummeting over, she disregarded my tumble, and analyzed the sweets that I, really, really didn't want her to find. Holding them, she slanted the plate for me to see. "Really? Nothing? Then what do you call this?" she questioned.

Thinking modestly, I sparked, "Want one?"

Sulk, she then grumbled and relocated the foods back into the cabinet, and when they were inside, she slammed it shut! Using another second, to reach into the cabinet beside me, I was curious as I saw that she was pulling something else. Plunging a fresh banana down in front of me, Blossom mumbled, "Here. If you are so hungry, then eat this." Beginning to stroll back into the living room, I frowned at the offering that she had made me, and groaned as I couldn't help but notice the doors to the pantry, envisioning what was sitting only a few feet from where I was standing! My mouth kept watering.

Desperate, and sad, I cried, "Blossy! Can't I just have a tiny bite? You wouldn't tell dad, would you?" Sniveling, at the sound of this, she stopped in her tracks and decided to face me once more, with a stern and quite a mean, pealing glare.

"No and yes. If you even dare try to eat the smallest bite of one of those brownies then I will tell dad, and I won't let it pass. You aren't even supposed to be in here. It is five in the morning, go back to bed. You'll need the extra rest for the first day of school tomorrow, no further questions asked - I mean it Bubbles," she hissed, switching the light off, leaving me completely alone in the dark. I listened as she marched back up the stairs, and slammed the door to her room with disappointment. At this, I was more than aware that if I attempted to defy her commands that my conscience would ware me down until I was confined in my soul, effecting me to tell her, so I followed along each footstep and cuddled under the warm blankets waiting for morning to come.

Accomplishments, equal… zero. Failures...equal…four.

Cringing, a cool, cool breeze floated through the air, and under the silk sheets, crawling up my spine. Tugging on them, I drew the tucked ends from beneath the mattress and pressed my knees to my chest, after dragging the sheets up more. Nevertheless, there was still an ample amount of an aggregating wind I could feel, that seemed to cause me to shiver! Huddling closer with the bottom half of myself, hoping that it would provide more warmth, I draped my arms over my legs, and then squeezed them together with force.

Drifting back into nappy land, I was woken by the clashing of shutters outside my window. Pouncing forward, I darted my head to this direction, but flopped back down. Burying myself in the pillow, I screamed from my burning eyes. The bright rays of the sun hurt them badly, with the impulsive alarm it set off in my mind. Blocked from more important matters, which was when my teeth started to chatter from the dropping temperature, I sprung from the bed and accepted my defeat, recognizing that I wasn't going to be given the right to sleep anymore, on the subject of this exasperating deed!

Trying to keep from freezing, I stroked my shoulder, and rubbed lower till I was intensely scrubbing my palms together. Bringing myself outside, I closed the shutters, and jammed the window shut. Hurriedly, my baby blue robe was over my shivering body, so I could then dance my way next to the shower, trying to circulate heat. Turning only the hot on, I undressed, and stepped in once I was exposed and nude. Managing to get in hastily without slipping, I embraced the water slithering on to my ice like skin. Warming me, till I was confortable again, I was renewed with this heating shower that was needed, before I became a popsicle, frantic, mess.

The steam felt nice, as it cleansed the dirt off of me, to prevent any embarrassing odors. I let all of my stress out, and hammered into the ground, I was satisfyingly content with this, and everything else that was happening. In all delight it was engaging for another minute, but shortly became too hot for me to stand! Scorching, I made the first escape by trying to turn the cold on, but I was simply not given this option since the steam was becoming a dense fog, too cloudy for me to perceive anything. Yelping, I leaped out, and grabbed the towel that was placed next to the sink.

"God, god, god!" I screeched, and whimpered at what I had gone through, the I could still feel on my burning skin. "Owwie!" The concentration was immediately switched to the reflection in the mirror. "What? Seriously?" I was completely red faced! Along with the rest of me! Touching it with a quick tap, I flinched. "God, god, god, god, god! It burns!"

From below, my father called, "Is everything alright up there, sweetie? Do you need me for something?" he wished for an answer, though, his concern grew when I didn't reply.

Grunting, I calmed the emotions that were spinning throughout my mind. It was uncontrollable! Promptly, I then replied to him with a humble reaction, "No thanks, dad, I'm just fine." I needed a cover. I needed to think of something at least. Taking more time to recover, hoping that the redness would surly fade, I went to observe my horrendous self, yet again, and made out, that it wasn't…fading. "Ahh!" At anything, it looked worse! If someone saw this than they would think that I was in some kind of accident, and The Professor would be vexed to the max, and try to drag me to the doctor. Which, of course, was not necessary - considering that it didn't hurt that much… anymore…at least. I had to come up with some idea so that he wouldn't have to see me like this. Contemplating my choices, I beamed when I sparked an idea!

Drumming her pencil to the page, Blossom went over the answers of the work she had freely done in her newly bought textbook, and was being sure that she had them all correct. Biting the end of this pencil, she growled at the incorrect letter she had written down. Erasing the error, she wiped the shavings from the paper, and continued to keep rhythm with the song that she was quietly singing the lyrics to. Reaching the final problem, she found that her solution was correct and slammed it shut. Shoving the book into her red leather bag, she leaned back to the cushion of the couch, and yawned.

Scowling at Buttercup for the annoying loud noise that was coming from the game she was battling on her cell phone, Blossom coughed, trying to get her interest away from this. Only so she would notice her glower, nevertheless. However, she did ignore it, and continued to move on to the next level, prior to jolting her fist up with victory, only maddening our sister to a new level. Despite that she was concentrating on this, and nothing else in the entire world, it was rapidly changed and was insisted on scowling at me instead. Why? I look downright, sincerely, normal! As I came down, she saw me before the other two, and was shocked. Getting up brusquely, Blossom gazed at me with an odd gaze.

Clothed in over washed jeans, black rain boots, gloves, a blue padded coat, and ski mask, I waddled to rack by the entrance, and got my backpack for school. Swerving it over my shoulders, I inched my puffed arms through the opening of the strips, and challenged myself to extent it far enough to reach the other side. Struggling, sweat was created, but absorbed by the fabric of the mask, then setting off an awful stench! So much more the boiling shower! While I had gotten my pack on, I soon found out that it had not been zipped yet, after I had taken my first step forward.

Snarling, I strived to bend down, but discovered that it was impossible to do without falling! Backing up, I rested my weight to the wall, and held on to the handle of the door. Constantly watching my grip, since I was unable to feel anything from thickness of the gloves, I was never sure if I was still holding on! Easing closer to the carpet, I was thankful, but saw that I still had to rely on my grasp to have a good enough balance to stay stable. Or any balance, whatsoever! Aww, so, so close. Wiggling over, I honestly tried to take hold of my binder, and maneuvered my hand around the area until I felt it. But I had to do so, while looking in the opposite direction…that is, unless I wished to tumble over. Luckily I hadn't lost it yet, but when attempting to pick it up, I failed dreadfully! My fingers were too broad to withstand anything at clench, so it fell out. Boo! I cried.

At this, I tripped. My hip was once more sore from the landing position that I was granted. Startled by the blaring pitch of my dad, I turned to him. "Bubbles? Is that you?" he inquired, and gasped when I nodded. "Bubbles! Why… why… do you look like a giant marshmallow? Oh god, Bubbles, please tell me that this isn't the new trend at school - what did I tell you about following trends? Let's recap; you are a strong growing woman, and you are better than to follow a trendy trend, so sit up straight, wash behind your ears, and always remember to have your daily serving of vegetables."

Blossom dazed into a hysterical chortle. "Oh please, dad, this? A trend? Ha! Yeah right! This is just Bubbles' way of trying to get extra attention. The logic of the human's brain is only so complex, I would imagine that she's just terrified of the concept in being left out, and blending in too much with the other students! So she went to this resort as a way to gain popularity, and was seeking only to change her conscientious, and prospect of the world…isn't that right, Bubbles?" she crossed her arms, and was gleaming at her own estimation over the matter, labeling it as she thought it was told.

With my chin to the floor, I objected, "No… I just watched the weather last night, and saw that there was a cold front coming in. …That is all," I came up with the most reasonable response that I could, with no intention in making her upset. She sneered at me, and slouched back down in the couch.

"Well I don't think that you are going to have to worry about that, there is no cold front coming in today, not at least until tonight… so why don't you go back and change into some… more… normal clothing?" my father suggested.

Why? I look downright, sincerely, normal!

Springing to my feet, I protested, "No thanks! This will be okay with me! I mean, besides, what if the cold front comes in early? Ha, Ha! Better safe than sorry, that is what you taught me!" I blew a hair from my face that had gotten through the hole of where my eye was supposed to be. When it didn't move, I tried to push it back under the cap, but couldn't. Scrambling it anywhere that I really could, the mask was also moved from its' proper placed. It was irritating, and looked stupid… ohh… Acknowledging this, I waved at them, "Bye, bye!" and rushed out to the sidewalk of the streets. Stopped by the crossing of roads, I sighed at the street sign above me. Grayal Avenue. Well, this is as good as it gets. There's no place like – home.

Well, what did you think? I promise that I will update in the next few days, that is... if I can't find time tomorrow!

Haha, well I really hope that you enjoyed. Send in your thoughts, and maybe some ideas - I mean, I know that it is still the beginning of the book.. But you can never be given 'tooo' many great ideas you know! ;))

Okay, good bye bye's for now everyone

-kisses-