"New school…." Buttercup muttered as she walked through the front door. Her sisters sent her a glance, the Power Puff Girls have had a lot of 'new school' businesses recently and it was because Buttercup had gotten into numerous amounts of fights, so they were forced to move school. Most people wouldn't be able to pull together the pieces of this situation, many would have thought 'But shouldn't only Buttercup move?' but Power Puff Girls stick together whenever they can.
Buttercup flicked off her black plimsolls off her feet, with them landing on the ground, with a thump. The Utomium house had changed drastically since they had been little girls, each room had been re-painted and had been redecorated. Buttercup plodded into the living room and found her place in her favourite seat, the green armchair. There had been debate about the colour of the armchair that they were going to buy a few years ago but after a rock, paper, scissors match… it was decided that it would be green…. lime green. After many hours a day of sitting in the armchair, a mould had formed where Buttercup's and only Buttercup's behind would be able to fit in it. She turned the television on, with Waterloo road flashing on.
Blossom wandered sadly up the stairs, allowing her long, ginger hair to sway to the side. She had not been as successful as she would had liked to be when it came to getting a boyfriend than her sisters. Even Buttercup had had more boyfriends than her, was it because everyone considered her to be a nerd? Blossom couldn't help to think about the fact that to everyone, she appeared to be an emotionless geek, she didn't want that impression to be given at this school, like it seemed to had been for the others. She shivered. The deeper she began to think about it, the more she had that nightmare draw closer. Blossom blinked and continued to walk up the stairs, she admired the light pink hall walls. It was her idea to paint them pink…. there was little debate about it, the only person who over thought the idea was her father, he had not been fond of the colour pink since a young age.
Bubbles lay on her bed, staring blankly at the white ceiling. She was slightly upset that she had to leave friends behind but happy about meeting new ones. Her and her friends did have a facebook account so at least she was able to keep in contact over the internet. Her blue eyes couldn't help to let a tear drop. She had always been upset when she had to move, finally settling in then, she would lose everything. Starting over, again and again and…. AGAIN! Each move made her heart ache more and more. She was glad that she did know a person that already went to her soon to be school, in fact, it was said that they would be in the same form. She pulled out her black berry from her pocket and logged onto facebook. She then headed over to chat and began to chat to that friend that would be in her future from.
Bubbles Utomium: Hai. X
Ana Smith: Oh heuy.
Bubbles Utomium: omg were gonna be in same form, r there any hotties in there?
Ana Smith: yh
Bubbles Utomium: names plz
Ana Smith: well, one cooled butch
Bubbles Utomium: how fit out of 10?
Ana Smith: 7 but hecan be a jerk
Bubbles Utomium: relly?
Ana Smith: yh but I like him a lot so cya 2morrow, bye love ya
Bubbles Utomium: k, cya love ya 2
"C'mon Bubbles," Buttercup called up the stairs, tapping her foot, "We'll be late."
"COMING!" Bubbles shouted, running down the stairs. Bubbles was wearing a white tank top with blue, skinny jeans. Her hair was bunched to the right side with a clip to hold it, she had light blue slip on shoes. Whereas Buttercup was wearing a creased black and green lightning shirt, black skinny jeans and black flip flops, not to mention skull candy headphones being over her ears. Blossom happened to be wearing a short, pink dress with brown tights, her hair down. The three sisters set off to their new school and hopefully one of their last new schools.
Bubbles entered her form room with Buttercup by her side, it was strange that Blossom was separated from them, at the other schools; it had been the case that either all the sisters were separated or Bubbles and Blossom were in the same form. Bubbles took a seat next to Buttercup and they waited for the teacher to enter the room.
"Welcome to the new term, as you can see, we have two new students, Bubbles and Buttercup, please introduce yourselves, Bubbles first." The tutor said, with a smile across his face. Bubbles rose to her feet and began to introduce herself.
"I'm Bubbles, my favourite colour is blue and I have two sisters…" Bubbles grinned, looking around the room to see many unfamiliar faces.
"I'm Buttercup, I like M & M, not Justin Bieber and stuff. I tend to pick fights and I hate school… a lot." Buttercup interrupted but Bubbles did not seem to mind this action as she was actually running out of things to say. A few of the boys nodded fairly at her. After the register was taken a ginger boy approached Buttercup.
"Hey, wanna hang out at break," he asked her, she could tell that he was embarrassed, his face was bright pink, giving it away. Buttercup nodded, "let's walk together." Buttercup walked beside the mysterious boy whilst Bubbles walked along with the large crowd of the form's girls. As Buttercup walked, she listened to music but unfortunately she was stopped by a teacher only a few minutes after leaving the form room. She argued that she was new and did not the rules and to give her another chance however, the teacher was not having any of it and told her to hand over the headphones or get a detention. After not handing them to the what she considered to be annoying teacher, she was asked for her name, she merely replied "Caitlyn Sharp" and continued walking, the teacher called to her as she walked to her freedom: "I'll remember your name, Caitlyn and I'll never forget it." Buttercup couldn't help but grin and mutter "Sucker" as she reached her next lesson.
"Nice one." The boy laughed, rolling his sleeves up. That must have been the best way of getting out of trouble she had ever done in her history of being at school. The next lesson happened to be art, and seeing as it was a new term, the art teacher had put up a new seating plan. She called out names and pointed at the places where the students would have to sit. At chance, Buttercup was put next to the boy. She managed to catch his name:
Brick Mojo.
