This is one of my first fanfictions so I hope you like it.

CLICK, CLACK, CLICK, CLACK, CLICK, CLACK, CLICK, CLACK. My 5'' pumps stabbed the snow white floor of Pokey Oaks High School. The halls were so deserted the sound rang in and out my 3 pierced ears. I went straight to my pumpkin orange locker and input the code: 11,18,19. Beep! The futuristic locker said and popped open. I had a full body mirror stuck on the back of my locker and shelves to the left and right. Strange, I know. I grabbed my makeup bag and pulled out my favorite lipstick, Milani's Blush Pink. I looked at the mirror and admired myself.

I backed a few inches away and took out my cutesy pigtails and my sunflower blonde hair fell to my shoulders. I just got it cut yesterday and couldn't wait to get it highlighted today. Grabbing my sapphire blue paddle brush and bright red tooth comb to straighten my hair the best I could. I straightened my black tulip skirt and tucked my white school shirt. I pulled my school jacket off of a hook on the left side of my locker, grabbed my books for second period, seems I missed first, closed my locker, and locked it with another code. This code was: 7,1,6. I looked at my sketche book filled with all of my design ideas for art class; each had the super fancy signature of my name-Bubbles.

*Ring*

Students filed out of their first periods to go to their second ones. I am so glad I over slept and missed AP Chemistry with Dr. Mitchell. She's a pain in the butt. "Bubbles!" screeched a red-headed she-demon. I spun around on my heel and stared straight into her eyes. "Bubbles, you know Professor hates it when we miss a class," my sister scolded. "We?" I said, "You NEVER miss a class," I rebutted with sass. "Why did you over sleep?" she asked. "Why didn't you wake me up?" I asked right back. "I was in a hurry, you know I need the lab for an important assignment," she said. "Is he the "important" assignment," I said pointing to my ex-now her boo- Jason Myers. "No," she said turning beet red. "Oh really?" I questioned, "Yesterday I came for early cheer practice and not much working was going on, unless your idea of chemistry is different from mine." I then turned back around and went to my nicer sisters' lockers, which -thankfully- were right next to each other.

"Hey Bunny, Buttercup," I said with a big smile. "Let me guess, Blossom was mad that you overslept and then took forever to get to school?" Buttercup asked. "Yeah," I replied. "So, are you going to go to Princess's party tomorrow night?" Bunny asked me. "Yeah, she actually invited me-for once," I laughed. "Do you think you can get all the gossip that happens?" she asked me. Princess failed to have a heart to give my sisters invitations, and Blossom is only coming because Jason is her boyfriend. "Sure," I said, "So Buttercup how do you plan to beat up Darren if you can't do it at the party?" I asked Buttercup. "Or at school," Bunny added, remembering how mad Professor was last time. "I am gonna sneak in with a little help," she replied. "What type of help?" Bunny asked, who was already taking notes. "Really?" Buttercup said, "I am so not telling you nor am I telling you," she said pointing to me as the other 'you'. "Oh well, I guess I'll have to wait," Bunny said with fake sadness.

*Ring*

I waved goodbye to my sisters as I left for my first elective, Creative Writing. This year the Professor required each of us to choose a writing elective. Blossom chose Public Speaking, Buttercup chose Gothic Literature, Bunny chose Journalism-which made sense with her having a blog and all-and I chose Creative Writing because I have the most creativity out of all my sisters and I didn't want this class to have any of my sisters in it.

I walked into the medium sized class and went up the small steps to the highest level, the 5th one, and picked a seat closest to the window. As usual I was the first person there.

The teacher walked up to me and handed a letter to me. "I feel like out of all the students I have in this school, you are my best," he said. "Thanks Mr. David," I replied taking the letter. "Honestly, my favorite classes include this one and Art." As he descended the stairs more students poured in and Mr. David started the class.

"Today we will start on the Big First Semester Project," he explained. "The BFSP," said one of the boys down below on the first level- Briam. "Correct," Mr. David smiled. "Okay so you guys will be choosing a group of 4, but due to other previous projects, no one is allowed to choose Helen, Bubbles, Briam, nor Raven," he explained. Oh no! That means- "That means they are my first group of four, now everyone else go on and choose."

No one sat on the right side of the 5th level with me today. No big deal. They are 5 seats on each side of each level making 50 seats total.

My group members each sat next to me. "Okay, now that we have our teams, begin!" he said grandly, leaving everyone confused. Briam raised his hand, "What are we to do?" he asked. "Anything, the paper is your sketche pad, the pencil your sketching tool, the computer your final presentation. Mr. David is a skilled artist as well so he often made art puns.

"Okay, you heard the man, we are the best creative writers in the class, everyone knows it," I started, "So let's create a master piece!" I may have said the last part too loud, because everyone looked at me. I ducked down, my face turning pinkish. "Bubbles, you are right, so any ideas?" Briam asked everyone. "Um, how about a classic fairytale?" asked Raven. "Or maybe a romantic horror like Twilight?" Helen said. "Twilight is far form being horror unless you count the horror of Edward not burning to ashes in the sunlight," Raven said with a smirk. I wiggled my fingers in my face saying, "Sparkle, sparkle, sparkle." "Ok fine, Twilight is not horrific," Helen laughed, defeated. Briam was the only person with a straight face.

"What about a story where three obnoxious females shut the hell up and think about a project that could make up 50% of their grade?" Briam said with a peeved fair. "Sheesh, okay," Helen said. "Dang, no need to get into a hissy fit about it," Raven replied pulling out a black spiral notebook. "Who put itching powder in your pants today?" I asked. "Bubbles, shut up, you are ruining my concentration," he said. I muttered, "Concentration my ass." "Are you two love birds done arguing?" asked Raven. I was too mad to say anything and Briam just glared at her.

"This is a notebook of all of my favorite ideas," Raven explained. She showed it to all of us and I found one of them that caught my eye. "Destruction from the Death Flower?" I asked. "Oh that one, let me explain," she said. "My grandma has this story she tells me every time I take one of her roses with or without permission." "The story of The Death Flower." "I don't think we have time for explanations," Briam said, rudely. "Rude, but how about we make The Death Flower with our own imagination, just from the title?" I suggested. "That is not a bad idea Bubbles," Helen said. I looked at Raven. She said, "Let's do it." I smiled. "But later, at lunch, Helen and I would love to hear the story about The Death Flower, so we don't accidently plagiarize your grandmother. She smiled back. "Briam, what about you?" I asked him." "Fine, we can do that, but I don't have time for silly stories." "Sheesh, rude much?" I said. "Sheesh, bitchy much?" he replied. "What did I ever do to you?" I asked. He didn't reply. He switched places with Helen so we were now sitting: Me, Raven, Helen, Briam. Sadly the bell rung before we could get started. "Class, I urge you to work hard on this because the only days you will get to work on this are Mondays and Fridays," Mr. David said. Today was Monday after all.

I walked with Raven to my locker which was vertical to hers. "So, are you going to Princess's party?" she asked. "Yeah, you?" "Yeah, but I need someone to babysit my brother," she explained, 'Do you think Buttercup can do it?" "Yeah, I'll ask her," I smiled. "He loves her, even better than his usual sitter, Tanner, who's sick." "Aww poor guy, he is the funniest person ever!" Tanner is a 27 year old aspiring comedian. "His jokes are so bad, they're funny," Raven laughed.

"Raven have you ever thought of highlighting your hair?" I asked. She looked at her cherry red hair that was tied into a messy bun. She took out her bun and her hair dropped mid-back. "I have always wanted to make my hair half colors," she admitted. "Like half blue and half green?" I asked, doing motions from the root to the tip. "Yeah, but not blue and green, maybe red and black," she said. "Like the Queen of Hearts style?" I asked getting inspired for a design. "Yeah," she laughed. I grabbed a Post-it and wrote down the idea and pasted it to my mirror. "Can you braid my hair?" she asked. "Yay!" I said, putting her hair in a ponytail. Then I proceeded to braid her hair and tied it up into a bun. "Can you grab some bobby pins in my locker?" I told her. "Yeah she said reaching for the container. I pin it in place and said, "Ta Da!" We both stood side to side and smiled. I locked my locker and Raven got her stuff form her locker and we linked arms and went to Helen.

Blossom's POV

I walked out of my second period class, AP Calculus. I saw Bubbles braiding Ravens arm and then standing in the mirror laughing with her. Some part of my heart was hurt by this. Bubbles and I used to do each others hair and laugh when we made silly hairstyles. Every since that horrible day, our sister friendship was reduced to only arguing and distance. Most times we barely even said hi to one another. I miss when I was close to her. Why the hell did I take her boyfriend? I brushed that aside as I realized I only had 3 minutes to get what I needed for class and get there.

I speed walked to my locker and quickly inputted my code: 3,25,20. Grabbing my art bag on the third shelves at the back of my locker; I ran to my art class.

It was one of the three classes I shared with Bubbles not including lunch and free/study hall. I went to my seat at the first table. I pulled out my laptop and looked at the teacher agenda that I "borrowed with permission". Yay, today is free art day. I pulled out the piece I had been working on since August. "That's amazing Blossom!" said Helen who came up behind me. Another student came to see what Helen was aweing. Son the whole class was at my desk. After the commotion and wave of 'Wows', everyone got back to work. I looked around the room, there was no sign of Bubbles. This was the one class I knew Bubbles would never miss on purpose.

I walked up to the teacher, who was working on a project as well. "Mrs. Whitherou, do you know where Bubbles is?" "Yes, I allowed her to go to the school garden," she explained. She walked over to her desk and gave me a hall pass. I grabbed my stuff, including my work, and left.

I quietly walked the halls to the garden which only members of the Green Teens club can go into. Bubbles and I were one of them, so we were both given keys for the garden. I walked to the center where the white dolphin fountain was spewing out crystal clear water. Bubbles was all the way down the middle path.

"Hey, Bubs," I said. I hadn't called her that in a long time. "What is it?" she asked me, shockingly with no sass. "I didn't know where you were so I asked the teacher and she told me you were here." Bubbles finally looked up from her sketche pad. "Blossom," she said putting down her book, "I'm sorry for getting mad that you are going out with my ex." "You liked him first and I shamefully knew, but still went out with him," she confessed, tears trickling down her face. "Bubbles, I'm sorry too, I should've asked you if it was ok," I said, "I mean- he did break up with you in front of the whole school," I said, tears escaping my eyes. I hugged her and he hugged me back. "I am so glad we are cool again," I said, with a smile. "Yeah me too," Bubbles said. I wanted to ask why she apologized but my eyes quickly noticed something strange in the sky. (The garden it outside of the school in a massive clear dome) It looked like a giant robot? "What?" Bubbles asked noticing my eyes were somewhere else. I pointed up. "Oh my Gosh," she said in awe.

"I thought the villains were all retired?" she asked. "Yeah I thought so too," Blossom said. "But just in case they did, I invented these super cool suits for battle," I explained, "Inspired by those futuristic outfits you made in 4th grade." "You mean those alien outfits?" Bubbles asked. "Yeah, let's go," I said grabbing my stuff and her hand. She took her sketche book and we ran to my locker.

Thanks for reading Chapter 1. Hopefully you noticed something with the girl's locker numbers and Powerpuff Girls show. Also Milani is an actual brand and that color is real and surprisingly cheap, only 5.99 plus tax. And no, I am not advertising this, cuz if I was, I would be getting paid, but I am just broke. Off topic. Leave a review and critique if there's anything strange or vague.