I was walking around the house that day as unnoticed as usual when I heard a cry from my father's lab. I rushed towards the door and opened it carefully. Jojo sat on the pot of my father's project, creating three sisters for me, so I rushed towards him and knocked him off crashing into the bottle of Chemical X. It cracked open slowly and spilled into the pot where my father was working. Without a care for me he leapt out of the way behind a shelf as a small explosion occurred behind my back.
When I woke up I was in my room right where I was before the accident. Sleep was the only thing I had in this life as my father was busy with his work all the time and never paid attention to me. Its always been that way since my mother died. All she left me was my oversized hoodie and enough love to keep me from feeling alone from the neglection of my father. However I've always been anti-social ever since she died in the car wreck and left my father and I alone.
I got up and shook my legs a bit to grasp a feel on my status. All in all I felt fine except for the fact that I was just blasted by an explosion the size of a bowling ball. I started heading towards the door when suddenly I heard a huge thud from the unused room where my father planned to put my sisters. I fumbled with the door handle and eventually scramble out my door. when I got to the room I heard a great amount of laughing. I slowly opened the door and found my father having a good time with three girls about my age. I wasn't so shocked about them flying as much as the fact that he wasn't neglecting them. I stormed to my room and slammed the door where I left them to have their fun and games.
I awoke again later that night to fin the three girls sitting on my bed staring at me. I felt naked in my own clothes as I stared back unsure of what to do in this situation.
"Hi" they all said unanimously.
"Hello I'm Theo Plutonium" I replied cordially.
They all introduced themselves as Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup and I politely asked them to leave me to sleep. They all left the room one by one and I slept slower than usual that night.
The next morning I woke up to study by myself and saw out the window that my father was taking them to school like normal families would. I suddenly got angry again and broke another lamp. Angry at myself this time and cried silently to try and sleep today away. With no luck I climbed out my window to find a place to think about the day before. As I leapt I felt a strange floating sensation under my feet.