A/N—
My computer hates the word 'Powerpuff'. It's like every time I spell it, I get the stupid red line thing-y. And the really dumb part? I can't add it to my dictionary. Also, it will get less depressing I promise.
Disclaimer—
As Mutch as I wish I do, I sadly do not own The Powerpuff Girls. No, that is the job of Craig McCraken. If I did, I'd have Boomer tied up in my closet. Maybe all of them…whatever.
Love, love, love, makes the world go 'round.
Pilot,
Thank goodness for the Powerpuffs
"You ready?" Blossom stood in the middle of her sisters, with Buttercup on her left and Bubbles on her right. The stared up at the huge wrought iron gates, that told them that they were at Strong Academy, a boarding school.
"I still don't see why we have to be here." Buttercup huffed. "Dad thinks it'll be a good experience." Blossom replied.
Bubbles stayed quiet. She couldn't quite grasp the situation that she and her sisters had gotten into. Just a few moths ago their dad announced that the three of them would go to boarding school, to "speed the morning process."
Blossom and Buttercup began to bicker but Bubbles couldn't hear what they were saying anymore, her thoughts were back on November eighteenth, Her fourteenth birthday, Buttercup's fifteenth birthday, and Blossom's sixteenth birthday.
They had gotten in to an argument and Bunny began to panic, trying to calm her sisters down and—
"Bubbles?" Blossom shook her youngest sister lightly, "Are you okay? You're crying, what's wrong." Bubbles hadn't noticed her tears, but there they were, slowly falling down her cheeks.
"It's our fault isn't it..?" Bubbles asked quietly, whipping her eyes and feeling a little dumb for crying her first day at her new school, even though she hadn't gone in.
"It's our fault Bunny's dead, right?"
Auther's end notes—
Wow I did not expect that to be that emo but that's what it is. Emo. Review? Please?
