Well, this is my first ever fan fic, and I hope you guys like it. It's kind of a weird story, BUT I promise you guys will like it. The story is in Bubbles Point of View as well, just to let you guys know.
DISCLAIMER: I do no, under any circumstances, own the Power Puff Girls and the Rowdy Ruff Boys.
I should of followed my instincts, and knew today would not be good day for me. But I was just too caught up with the spring concert at Pokey Oaks High School for the Gifted. It had started out as a normal day. Waking up an hour earlier than my alarm clock, getting dressed up nicely, going to school, and getting back my report card, which I did nicely on. But, as soon as I got home from school, my parents were sitting in are dining room table, looking over papers. "Mom, daddy, I'm home. I exclaimed. They were startled by my welcoming, and quickly covered up the papers they were examined. "Oh hello Bubbles, how was your last day of school?" My mom said her Greek accent very present. "It was great; I think I did well on my report card!" I exclaimed. "That's great sweetheart." My father, showing no sign of excitement. They were acting weird, even for their standards, but I let that slide, for now. "What's for dinner mom?" I said, trying to bring up a conversation. "I'm making pasta, your favorite." "Oh great! I also got the tickets for the concert next Saturday." I responded, so they wouldn't forget. The spring concert was the only thing that was great about Pokey Oaks High school for the Gifted. Since my ability to sing and draw got me accepted to the school, I taught it would be the best four years of my life. Boy was I wrong. (A/N: You'll find out later on in the story what happen) I spent so much time preparing and practicing for the concert, and I couldn't wait for my parents to see all my hard work. When I looked up to see their faces, I shocked to discover they had looks of guilt and pain. "Is everything alright?" I said worriedly. "Of course Bubbles! Why don't you go to your room, and I'll call you when dinner's ready, okay." She said, forcing a smile on her tanned face. "Sure mom." I reluctantly went to my room, and sat down at my desk. I took out my sketch book and pencil, and looked across my room for inspiration. I came across a picture of my family and me at Greece last year. We always go to Greece every summer to visit my mother's family. She was born and raised in Greece, and when she met my father, who was an American in the Navy, they got married and moved back to America. My mom and dad are both smiling with their white teeth, and tan faces. My dad's blue eyes sparkling like the ocean, and his brown hair tousled lazily. My mother's honey blond hair up in a ponytail, but still looking elegant, and her green eyes looking like the sea itself. I have my mom's hair in my signature pigtails and my dad's blue eyes glinting like a child's. I still had my milky white skin and big eyes, which I inherited from my mother's mom. I started drawing the picture, and was so into it, that I hadn't heard my mom call me down for dinner. "Bubbles, sweetheart, dinner is ready!" She yelled from the kitchen. "Okay Mom I'll be down in a minute!" I finished up the last few details, and quickly descended down the stairs. I walked in to the dining room and sat down at the table. "Thanks mom. It looks delicious." I said. I saw my mom and dad exchange a look before responding." We have something to tell you Bubbles." My father said seriously. "What happen?" "Well, your mother and I were thinking and we know how much you dislike your school. So we decided to transfer you to a boarding school called the Xavier Academy for the Gifted. And it's in California! You always wanted to go to California." My dad says trying to lighten up the mood. "When will I be going?" I question. "Well, we had to enroll you as soon as possible, because it's a very, um limited school, so you'll be there by tomorrow afternoon." My mother said. "But what about the concert I worked my butt off all month? I worked so hard on it. I just can't miss it!" I exclaimed trying to reason with my parents. "I'm sorry, Bubbles, but this is important. You'll understand eventually." My mother said, convincing me to calm down. "I guess I should start packing up now then." "But what about your dinner.' My father responds. "I'm not hungry anymore. I left the dining room, grabbed a couple of boxes from the closet, and walked up the stairs, promising myself not to cry. But, when I finished packing the last of my belongs, I immediately broke that promise and started crying my eye out.
Author's Note: Sooo, what did you think? *Hides behind corner* did you like it? Or hate it? And the rowdy ruffs and the rest of the power puff girls will show up, eventually. This was just a prologue, and can you guys guess what kind of monster Bubbles is? Well that's it for now, please review, I would greatly appreciate it. Bye, for now…