A/N lol I started a new story!
Oh yeah, and I forgot to do this in my other story, Boomer, if you will?
Boomer: No! I don't want to!
Stop pouting! If you just say the disclaimer like I asked you to, you'll get to kiss Bubbles by the third chapter. (Oops, I didn't mean to give away part of the story like that! Erase it from your mind!)
Boomer: Yay! Ok, Snickerdoodle doesn't own me, Bubs, Bloss, or BC. Or the show on Cartoon Network, or a car, or the evil minions she claims to have (she's renting them), or-
Ok that's enough! Now read the story, or my rented minions will find you.
I don't feel like a servant at all. I'm just the youngest, so I'm bossed around a lot. It's understandable.
I'm seventeen and six months old. My two older sisters, Blossom and Buttercup, are nineteen and two months and eighteen and three weeks.
I'm Bubbles. As I said, I'm the youngest, and since I don't have as much experience, I don't get babysitting or fast food jobs as easily as my sisters. So, I don't earn as much money as they do, so I don't have as many nice things as they do.
Both our parents died in a fire when I was around thirteen years old. None of us were legal adults yet, so an orphanage took us in until Blossom turned eighteen. Well, they kept us until Blossom was eighteen and had a steady job at Nikki's Clothes and Other Stuff.
All three of us girls wanted to buy a house. But obviously, we couldn't afford it. I know what you're thinking: Didn't your parents leave you any money? They did. They left us thirty-thousand dollars to split. Ten thousand dollars each. But thirty grand isn't enough to buy a house in this economy. So we used the money to rent a middle class apartment. After two years of saving, we got a three bedroom, two bath house. Man, was I glad to have an actual home again.
Now, we're settled into our little house in Townsville -I know, it's a hilarious name- and I'm being bossed around like the youngest children always are.
And the reason I'm treated like a servant this time is… the mayor is having a town dance!
Blossom and Buttercup are exhausting me and stretching me this way and that so that their dresses will be absolutely perfect.
Technically, I would be going too, except Blossom, as the oldest, says I can't go.
"Bubbles, you're seventeen. And there will be grown men out there, and alcohol…" she trailed off, shuddering.
She was right. But I still don't like it. I can take care of myself!
A few seemingly never-ending hours later, I wave goodbye to my sisters as they drive away to the dance. And then an Idea strikes me. Yes, the Idea is so great, it deserves a capital I.
That chapter was super short, but I'll update after I finish updating It's Just A Girl But It's A Special Girl.
Boomer: And don't forget to review! If you don't, her rented minions will get you. *whispers* P.S. Remind her that I get to kiss Bubbles in the third chapter!