AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey! I know i promised to update all my fics for christmas but im so busy revising for exams! D: So im now aiming for new years :) Hope that's okay :/ Sorry if it isnt. Anyway, this is a fic i wrote on paper about half a year ago, i found it today in one of my draws and thought it was, amusing. I'd already written the first 4 chapters and am currently typing them up. I hope the first chapter or two don't put you off, they're short, but not exciting :/ But 3 and 4 are ;) You'll see what i mean soon enough. Enjoy! Read and review too! :) Momo

Chapter 1: Blossom's POV

It was a normal Monday morning in the Utonium househole. Me and my sisters had just awoken from a deep slumber and rolled around restlessly in our colour-coded beds. I got up first, as usual. My long, strawberry-blonde hair flowed dramatically over my dainty shoulders. Any my pretty raspberry pink eyes shone in the early morning light. Next to get up was the youngest, Bubbles. She sat up in her bed and gave a loud yawn. Her matted, sandy blonde hair was tied back in two messy pigtails. She had the most beautiful blue eyes you'd ever seen! Last to wake up was the middle child, Buttrcup. She had short, raven coloured hair that was badly cut into a bob. Behind her long and unkemp bangs was a pair of shimmering, emerald green eyes that could blow the God's so far away from the heavens, they woudn't be able to find their way back. She was also the toughest Puff. Bubbles, the cutest and most creative. And I'm the smartest. (Not that I'm not tough or cute!)

Anyway, we all went downstairs in our pyjamas. Me in my long, black and pink nighty. Bubbles in her starry blue tank top and matching black PJ pants. And Buttercup in her black vest top (black bra beneath) and grey tracky bottoms. Yes. We all looked suitably tierd and grouchy. The Professor was sat at the kitchen table reading the paper.

"Morning girls," he said sweetly, lowering the newspaper. "Sleep well?"

Buttercup scoffed angrily.

"Well, we slept as well as a couple of superpowered teenaged girls can when they save the world day after day only to come home to unmade bed and bloodstained pyjamas! And I'm not talking about the normal we shed!..." She huffed a few times.

We all stared at her, astonished.

"I'll warn you now BC, if you even think about bringing your, and our, personal lives to school, none of us will hear the end of it!" I scolded, gesturing wildly towards me and Bubbles.

"Yeah," Bubbles agreed nodding. "I don't think the whole neighborhood wants to know whether we're 'bleeding' or not!" She sighed.

"Sorry," Buttercu muttered wholeheartedly. "Just- sorry."

I walked over to her and hugged her gently. She squirmed around in my arms. Ahh, there's the Buttercup we all know and occasionally get along with!

"Okay, okay. Still feeling extreamly crappy over here." I backed off smiling. Well, more like smirking loingly. :)

The Professor coughed akwardly and we all turned to face him.

"So. What do you girls want for breakfast?"

The morning pretty much carried on from there as it would any other Monday morning. We ate breakfast. Got dressed. Raced to school. But little did we know, this week would be the least normal we'd ever expereanced...

A/N: Love it? Hate it? Review! Part 2 of the prologue coming soon! :)