Chapter 1: What's Inside
I slid on my headphones in order to drown out the inevitable argument that my sister's were about to have, rolling my eyes like I normally do.
It wasn't always like this. The arguing, yes, but not me. I used to care, I would get in the middle of the two, bawling my eyes out to get them to stop fighting. It never worked, and after a while, I stopped caring. The chemistry we had as a team when we were kids was gone. Each one of us in our own angsty teenage world. Even so, Blossom the self proclaimed "Leader" of our merry little band still finds ways for us to get up and help the public, she doesn't get much protest from me, but my other sister, Buttercup, usually has some choice words to share with her at any given moment.
"Bubbles!" Speak of the devil, and she shall appear. "Please explain to our 'Leader' that you don't want to go on these kiddy missions anymore either." Buttercup yelled at me, making sure to rip off my headphones before raising her voice at me as if I were the one she were mad at. I slid a lock of my blonde hair behind my ear before looking up from my phone and starting Buttercup straight in the eyes, unfortunately, for her, she had effectively pissed me off. Normally I'd swallow my feelings and smile, but I was sick of this. I put as much killing intent as I could muster into my gaze,
"Give me back my headphones, or else." I said, ice dripping from my voice, both of my sisters stared at me in disbelief for a moment, then they both burst out laughing.
Blossom paused long enough to ridicule me, "Bubbles, I actually thought you were serious for a second." Her voice was high-pitched from the laugher. "Yeah," Buttercup joined, "Like you could actually hurt anything stronger than a loaf of bread!" The girls' laugher echoed in my head, and my pissed off state quickly turned into my just beplain old angry. I blinked back the tears that threatened to fall, wanting to fall back into my old weak self.
Then I realized something, Buttercup was within arms reach of me, I could easily stick my fist out and-
A sharp pain went through my head as my ponytail was yanked by Buttercup. "Don't say things you can't back up, we all know you're the weakest of us all."
That was the final straw. I drew back my hand, which had formed into a fist, and launched it forward, burying it into Buttercup's stomach. Causing her to kneel down and release me. I picked up my headphones without another word. Sliding them over my ears again and once again being lost in my music. The others didn't bother me for the rest of the night. But I knew revenge was coming. Soon.