After getting out of their father's car, they each took a look at their schedule. You see, today is technically the start of the new school year, their junior year to be precise. They had gone to the student portal the day before and printed off the papers so they wouldn't have to go to the office like everybody else, after all that was just a hassle. They commented on which classes they shared, and although they were all in AP and honors classes, they had different teachers. So far they all shared B lunch; Bubbles has Mythology and Folklore and Gym with Blossom. The only class Bubbles shared with Buttercup was their forensics class. Blossom only shared Mandarin Chinese 3 with Buttercup. Other than that, they had similar classes all at different times. At least they'd be able to help each other with the homework for those classes.
Once they checked where all their classes were, they parted ways and went to their lockers. Usually, the Utonium sisters were the only ones who brought all the stuff they needed on the first day of school. That was simply due to the fact that teachers typically only handed out syllabuses one the first day and very rarely ever handed out homework. That wouldn't happen until later in the week. Still, the girls thought it best to come prepared and brought a couple notebooks with them in a small bag to each class just in case. After all, they didn't want to get one of those teachers that actually teach them on the first day.
Buttercup groaned as she heard the first bell ring, telling her she had six minutes to get to her fist class. 'I bet they're going to make us learn each others name's and try those stupid get-to-know me friend games' she thought, scoffing. Nobody likes them and yet the teachers continue to do them. Sure, it's probably just the teachers trying to do something to help them remember the names of their students, but god was it annoying. So there she was, making her way to her Astronomy class, opting to take that instead of chemistry. Even though it was something she was interested in, she didn't want to be anywhere first thing in the morning. Normally she would have free period for first to do her homework/sleep, but that was the only time for the class that had the teacher she liked. Her name was Ms. Keane and she taught some of the science classes along with the math classes. Her sisters and her always tried to get into her classes because they were the most fun and she didn't assign homework over breaks. Though she was nice, people learned pretty easily not to test her. She was scary when she was mad, because she wouldn't even yell. She was calm and that's as irrational as the numbers she teaches!
Bubbles, meanwhile, was on the other side of the school trying to make it to her art class on time. It was her favorite class and she was excited to have it first thing in the morning. She, unlike Buttercup, was a morning person. However, do not try to wake her up before she plans to, she might as well become another person and be scarier than her elder sister. Her teacher Ms. Kintoki, was the sweetest person on the planet and didn't mind if you were a little bit late. Even so, Bubbles loved being in her class every year and was determined not to be late. Though, if it was another one of her classes, she would've just walked at her normal pace. Still, she was excited to be back and see all her friends. She had gotten a part time job over the summer working at Water World alongside her one with the agency and hadn't gotten to see them as much as she had liked, which also caused her previous relationship to fail. However, those thoughts didn't bother her for longer than a second as she happily skipped into her classroom, determined to make the day a great one despite her recent melancholy thoughts.
When the first bell rang, Blossom was already at her English class. She liked being on time, if not early, to every class she had. It was the perfect way to ensure she got the seat she wanted, especially if the teacher didn't enforce a seating chart. She liked sitting in the second row, closest to the window. That way she could still pay attention to the teacher as well as look out the window and see the view. It helped her thinking process, if she got stuck on an idea or problem, the window would (seemingly in her mind) point her in the correct direction. It always helped calm her down when she was stressed and since she always did all her work on time and knew the answers when they didn't think she was paying attention, the teachers would let her be. Plus, getting to the class early meant she would have time to read her latest novel before the class actually started. It allowed her time to relax and take her mind off of her troubles, especially when she was particularly stressed out from work, school, or her extracurricular activities. The teacher who was there started putting get-to-know me papers on the desks and Blossom mentally sighed. Like her younger sister Buttercup, Blossom held no fancy for this particular activity. She didn't particularly care about getting to know her other classmates, and was happy with the friends she already had thank-you-very-much. It was pointless and the only one who didn't see it that way was her cheerful baby sister, Bubbles. While Blossom was not a fan of doing it, she filled it out anyway but didn't vocalize her distaste of it like Buttercup did. All she could do was do it, she wasn't the one who made the curriculum anyway, so she just had to hold out and do it for every single class she would have that day. Upon filling out the sheet Blossom also sent a text to he current boyfriend Dexter, he was so sweet to her and she almost wished they went to the same school. He went off to a private school whist she opted to stay with her sisters, and although she missed him she doesn't regret choosing to stay at Townsville High.
Where as both Bubbles and Blossom were already at their classes, Buttercup barely made it to her's before the late bell rang. She chose the only seat available, one row from the back of the class and plopped into the seat. The teacher had decided to wait for any stragglers before introducing herself to the class, whether or not they knew her. She handed out both the syllabus and get-to-know me sheets to the class as some people groaned while others filled them out. Buttercup, obviously was among the people groaning. Doing this sheet every year for every class but gym was a pain in the ass and she was glad this would be her last year of doing it. Begrudgingly, she started filling out the paper as Ms. Keane had given her a pointed look. It wasn't like anybody cared about this anyway, but whatever. If she had to fill it out she would, just don't expect her to be that forthcoming with the answers or when she had to introduce herself to the class. She was always particularly short with her answers and the teachers didn't give a damn as long as she filled it out. After all, participation counted. Buttercup was among the first who was done with her paper so she put her head on the desk and listened discretely to her music not wanting her iPod to get taken away.
It wasn't long before the class finished and they were put into groups of four, being instructed to switch papers and discuss with their peers. Thankfully, Buttercup was able to stay in her seat as Ms. Keane split them up. Next to her was Mitch, who she didn't even realize was in this class, and two other kids she didn't know. Her and Mitch bumped fists as he sat down next to her and waited for the other two to introduce themselves first. Across from Buttercup sat a blond haired boy (hair a bit of a darker shade than the platinum color that was her sister's hair) whose name was Boomer. He liked photography and played baseball. The one next to him was a pale boy named Elmer, his hair even lighter than Bubbles, almost white in color. Buttercup briefly remembered the glue eating boy from her kindergarten class, he had moved away the next year, but clearly he was back. She learned that he wanted to be a lawyer when he was older, to be able to stand up for those who couldn't. When Mitch introduced himself, he said he was aiming to be the best rock star in the world. Lastly was Buttercup.
"Names Buttercup," She told them in a bored voice, "I want to join the MMA and go on to be a world renowned fighter." Finishing her statement with a shrug. After introductions were all said and done, Ms. Keane went over the syllabus with them as well as her no late work policy.
With Blossom, her class was forced to stand up and introduce themselves individually. She was not at all fond of this idea because while she came off as a confident person, she secretly had a fear of public speaking. Out of the three of her sisters, she was the most intricate with speaking her thoughts; however her youngest sister was the best at speaking in front of others, even if her mouth got ahead of her brain sometimes. Blossom was actually a very anxious person, though most people didn't notice, she did have her quirks. She had her bad habits of chewing on her nails when nervous, as well as biting her lips and the inside of her cheeks. she would also put her hands behind her back in an attempt to keep people from seeing her fidget with her hair bands. Mentally preparing herself for when it came to her turn, she recited what she was going to say in her head like a chant. 5 more people left before her, she straightened out her paper and pencil. 3 people left and she tucked a stray hair behind her ear. 1 person before her, she took a deep breath and stood as soon as they sat down.
"Hello, my name is Blossom," She started, "A hobby of mine is reading, I'd like to become an engineer one day, and my best subject is trigonometry."
The person behind her went next as she sat down with a sigh of relief. It was done. She wouldn't have to do this again until next period. She was fine. It was okay. She wouldn't have to do this in her college classes. She was fine. She managed to calm herself down a bit and briefly listened to her other classmates introductions, wanting this day to get done with sooner rather than later. Resting her head on her left hand, she looked out the window and spotted a blue jay's nest. The mama bird was feeding it's four babies. She smiled at them before turning her attention back to the class, trying a bit harder to pay attention to her classmates.
Bubbles, unlike her sisters, was having a grand ole time. She was making friends and learning about her new classmates, after all she had met nearly all of them. She was as chipper as the birds outside and was excited to meet new people,more than happy to fill out the sheet and discuss it with her classmates. She was glad to find out Robin was in her class, at least there was one person she knew. Although, new friends were good too! She had met all of her table-mates and even ventured to the other tables. There were five other people that sat at the table with her. The first one was to her right and named Eliza. She had brown hair in a pixie cut and wanted to become a composer when she was older. The one to the right of Eliza was Robin who wanted to become a journalist. Next was the boy to Bubbles left, his name was Jeff and he was in a wheel chair. Bubbles only slightly remembered him from her kindergarten class, the shaggy blond hair jolting her memory. He liked to do tricks at the skate park. The next two were Floyd and Lloyd who had also been in her kindergarten class and some others growing up. They were closer to Buttercup's friend Mitch than they were to her. They just wanted to "chill" is all they said.
She had also met some other people from her class, but the one's at her table would be who she'd be spending the most time with. She'd introduced herself and told them how she aimed to be a veterinarian when she grew up and how she'd probably be an art teacher after that, telling them about her college classes and about her sisters. She had also asked them all a crap ton of questions when she realized she was probably talking their ears off and apologized for getting so excited with a nervous chuckle. After that, their teacher went over the syllabus, answering any questions, and let them do as they please for the rest of the class period. Bubbles just knew it was going to be a good day, her sisters did not share her outlook.
Today had been a long day, much to Bubbles disappointment, and had not gone that well. She had left her lunch at home, so she was forced to share bits of food with her sisters, who did not have that many vegetarian options. Then she had gotten locked in the bathroom of the gym and was very embarrassed for the rest of the period. Also, since she's so clumsy, she scraped her knee in the hallways walking to class and now she had rug burn. Never the less, she was not going to let this ruin her day. She was determined to make this day a good day, so when she got home she's going to paint to relieve her stress.
Blossom was just anxious to get home so she could finish her book before dinner, ready to get her mind off of the day she had. Some kid had the nerve to stick gum in her hair! So she was forced to put peanut butter in it to get it out and now she had to wash it. Maybe she'll do that first and then finish her book? She didn't know, she just was ready to get home. Buttercup felt the same, she was going to relax up in her room on her bed playing video games before she had to start dinner. She was making burgers (veggie ones included) tonight so she would have to thaw them out. Maybe she'd make green beans while she was at it along with fries? Oh well, she still had a while to think about it.
It didn't take them long to walk home, they just lived a couple blocks away and the Professor wan't able to pick them up since he didn't always get off work that early. He had odd office hours and would often lose track of time so easily he wouldn't get home until 9 or 10 at night. He was currently studying stem cells in an attempt to better understand them and see which diseases they could cure or help.
Anyway, as soon as they got home, each girl went off to do their own thing. Blossom washed her hair and instead of finishing her novel, decided to get a head start on her English project for her college class as well as did some reading of her chemistry text book. Bubbles ended up painting a beach with a mermaid looking out to the ocean before she decided to turn on her classical music to help her focus on her yoga stretches. Meanwhile, Buttercup set out the meat to thaw and took out vegetables for Bubbles to eat other than green beans. Instead of playing video games and being anti-social in her room, she sat downstairs and caught up on "Arrow" on Netflix. At four was when Buttercup started preparing dinner for her sisters and her, putting in an extra serving for the Professor just in case. Bubbles had come down a bit early and helped her finish up the food while Blossom set the table and poured them all glasses of water. It wasn't long before the food was done and Buttercup set it on the table, with the exception of the Professor's whose food she put in Tupperware for him later.
"This food is really good guys!" Blossom exclaimed after taking a bite of her burger, "Thanks for dinner."
"No problem," Buttercup replied, taking her seat in between her sisters.
"Thanks for making a veggie-burger for me," Bubbles said gratefully, after all she knew how Buttercup didn't like to make them. Secretly Buttercup was insecure if she was making them right, just wanting to accommodate for her sister. She merely shrugged, continuing to eat her burger while Blossom and Bubbles shared a knowing smile before getting back to their food. Buttercup wasn't always used to thanks or compliments, so when she received them she acted like she didn't care or awkwardly looked away.
They continued to make small talk as they finished their dinner, not really wanting to talk about school but still wanting to hang out together. By the time they finished eating, it was still pretty early to go to bed, so they decided to continue watching some episodes of Riverdale together, it was a rare occasion for them to find a show they all liked and were interested in. After all, Buttercup liked more action, Bubbles more romance or rom-com's, and Blossom had her documentaries. Of course there were some shows and movies that the other girls liked but wouldn't admit (Buttercup loves My Big Fat Greek Wedding), but even if one of them didn't like a show or whatever their sister was watching, they'd still watch it with them. After all, that's what you do for family, watch shows you're not interested in with them.
At 9 PM they called it a night and got ready for bed, took their sleep medicine, said their good nights, and found the most comfortable spot in bed before the agency's ringtone started up on all three girls' laptops effectively ruining their attempt to sleep. So they all got up and turned on their computers to answer and saw their sister's faces on the screen as well as the Director's. They greeted him, waiting respectfully (or with annoyance in Buttercup's case) for him to give them their assignment. Why else would he be bothering them on a school night?
"We've just got the biggest wish this agency has seen in years," He informed them, "It is your duty to make it come true."
Just then their computers dinged with a notification from their emails. All three girls looked at it, but Blossom was the only one who made a move to open it, Bubbles and Buttercup entirely too tired to even try. After all, they had school tomorrow and classes to go to.
"Can this wait till tomorrow?" Buttercup whined, she wanted to go to bed okay? The Director gave her a look, and she promptly sat back up in her chair, choosing instead to look at the document he sent. Her eyes widening at the mission brief.
"Are you sure about this sir," Buttercup hear Blossom ask incredulously, "Wouldn't more experienced operatives be better for this assignment?" She made a good point, as her sister's didn't feel they were ready for this kind of responsibility of someone's wish.
"You are SAINT's best operatives and the whole agency feels you three would be best suited for this mission," Was all he said before bidding them a good bye and ended the call. It was only seconds after that both Buttercup and Bubbles went to Blossom's room to talk about it.
"We're not ready!" Buttercup yelled as quietly as she could with out bothering the neighbors.
"He thinks we are," Bubbles countered, though she felt the same as Buttercup.
"We've done more intense mission's than these," Blossom reminded them, recapping their missions in other countries to save kids from their parents, married couples from each other, etc, etc. They offered people new lives and freedom from their demons.
"But this," Buttercup said, pointing to Blossom's monitor, "Is out of our league."
"We'll talk more about this tomorrow," Blossom replied, "Right now we need to get some sleep."
Her sisters agreed with her, slipping into her bed and shutting off the lights, each too tired to go back to their respective rooms.
When the Professor got home, he had a mini panic attack when Bubbles wasn't in her bed and immediately ran to check on Blossom, but relaxed and found a smile rise to his face upon seeing they'd stayed in Blossom's room for the night. Luckily, Blossom had a king sized bed that would fit all three. The only reason for this is because Blossom took their old room from when they still all slept in it. After they'd grown too old to share a room, the Professor accommodated for each of them. Bubbles got the guest bedroom with a queen sized bed, her room was just a bit smaller than Blossom's which allowed her room for her art as well as her stuffed animals, and Buttercup got the bedroom in the attic which had a twin sized bed in it. Buttercup didn't feel she needed a huge bed and just needed room for her desk, as well as her guitar and CD's. Blossom's and Bubbles' rooms were connected by a bathroom, which meant she normally had to wait a bit if she woke up any earlier to get ready. Though she usually opted to take a shower at night, after she was already all sweaty and gross. The Professor had offered his room up to one of the girls so one wouldn't have to sleep in the attic, but Buttercup said she liked it up there anyways.
Fortunately, they had a shed in the back yard so they didn't have much stuff in the attic. It was when the girls were 10 that the Professor started fixing up the attic and fumigating it for his second eldest. He also had inspectors come in and check it out when he was done. The he painted it a dark green color for her, put dark wood flooring in, as well as moved all her stuff up there in a way he'd hoped she would like. He did the same with his other two daughters and got them new sheets as well. When they all got home on their 11th birthday, it was finally finished and the girls couldn't be happier. Blossom finally had room for her books, Bubbles for her stuffed animals, and Buttercup for her sports equipment. The girls had given him the biggest smiles he'd ever seen and gave him each a big hug. Finally they had room to be themselves without getting on each other's nerves. Snapping out of his thoughts, he whispered good night to his girls and slipped out of the room, quietly shutting the door behind him and going off to bed.