Powerpuff Girls: School is Fun
Author: MangaTrial
Everyone knows we don't own the Powerpuff Girls or the other stories, just own their writing for the cartoon or other categories!
Chapter 2
Bubbles' POV
I ate breakfast with my sisters, and they left two minutes ago. I was being slow, I didn't know why, but I like it. Then when I was finished, I picked up my backpack and headed towards the exit door. I covered my ears when Professor screamed,
"Honey, YOU WILL BE FINE!" Professor smiled, and went back into the kitchen. He poured soap on the dishes with water and began washing. I looked back at him, he smiled and waved bye.
I flew to school now. I looked at my watch, it was 6:54 and school starts in 6 minutes till the bell rings. I didn't care if I was late, I just don't want to know what will happen at school.
But everything will just be fine, today all we are going to do is the Spelling Bees Contest, I muttered to myself, making a perfect smile but nothing came out. I could feel my own emotion. My lips didn't curl up, it was stucked, I bet!
I arrived to school at 7:06, Ms. Keane waved to me. She was always nice, but she didn't really like late people. Maybe it was because she doesn't want to show her anger behavior in front of the new students.
She was passing out papers, lined papers already dotted one through 50. Oh know, it was OMG.
I was gonna lose like last week. Last week I got 19 out of 50! And Blossom got 50 out of 50! Buttercup was bad, 2 out of 50...
I didn't study, but Ms. Keane always asks us to go on the internet and look for words. She said, when everybody got at least two hard words, she'd want to let us put all the words on her paper for the contest every Friday.
But Blossom is always winning the words, she knew how to spell all of the words, and more over, she does homework everyday and never stops! She goes on the internet, no games she had ever, in about 2 to 3 hours! Blossom would make a list of 10 words for the contest while we go to only 2. It was good for her, I mean I want to be her!
"Bubbles, come over here and sit down at your desk," Ms. Keane placed the paper on my desk and went back to her teacher desk. I looked down at her feet, she pushed the trashcan with apples away from us with her feet. Apples. Always apples she is loving and eating.
I did as what I was told, I glared at the paper she had handed out. 50 spellings every day, OMG. I did the headings: my name, the date, and the assignment.
She began in 3 minutes. The first word was on, she made a sentence next and repeated the word twice at the end. It was valuable. I quickly jotted down valueable.
She went onto the next, reliable, and I wrote relyable. She: delayed, I: delaid. She: artificial, I: artifishial. She: temporary, I: temperary. She: gradually, I: gradualley. She: significant, I: signalificant. She: Pharoah, I: farrol. And then along the words, some of it was mispelled and some were right, I know it.
At last, when all the words were put together, we turned the papers into the bucket. Ms. Keane told us to play outside for recess, I stared at the time. I had forgot about what I was wondering when I had came to morning class.
Then when recess was over, it was lunch time. We ate what we had and was ready for classwork. She smiled, she called on the first one, "Blossom." Blossom traveled to Ms. Keane, and everyone gasped except for me and the two new boys.
"50 out of 50," Ms. Keane announced. Everyone screamed. They were sad, angry, happy, glad, and excited screams. Everyone knew that she would pass, she always! You know, the Brick over there is not mad... how? He should be, I mean could he? He didn't scream, he only laid his attention on the teacher, he didn't even care about the others. Looks like he is... going to get a good grade, too... How could he be better than me, though?
I covered my ears, so I didn't hear my name being called. She wasn't just calling in order. Buttercup pinched me in the arm and shooed me to look at Ms. Keane's direction. Oh, now I know what she was doing. Calling my name. I was afraid, I didn't want to see my score.
I grabbed the paper when I was at her desk, then I quickly went back to my seat and placeed the paper face down. But I putted back in my backpack, oh no... I think I have a bad grade then last time.
Then something made me feel scared, "BRICK!" Ms. Keane called out. I shivered in my place, Buttercup was staring at me the whole time with rolling eyes.
The people wasn't excited about Brick's name, but some were (the girls; not all though), and then... "46 out of 50," Ms. Keane said again. She doesn't say low scores, like mines...
Everybody eyed on him with wide open mouths and eyes, they screamed like crazy. When he reached back to his desk, he glanced at Blossom. He laughed a bit, Blossom was looking at him too. But she was glaring at him, with an angry expression. She was going to bump her desk. Butch high five Brick.
I didn't know what Buttercup and Butch got, because they also face their paper down when they had went up to Ms. Keane' table.
I laid my head down on my desk, and everybody was done. I guess 40, 43, 46, and 50 were the highest scores. Can you do the mean, median, mode, and range?
Ms. Keane now announced a new speech about tomorrow and the day after it, "Tomorrow, there will be a new student, named Boomer, one of the new kids' brother,-" I quickly glanced up at Ms. Keane, I didn't know what happened to me, why was I so excited.. or not? "-and we will be doing projects together about art, sounds, and um... of course math!" I was tired when sounds and math came. What did she mean by sounds? And math was easy for me until now.
"And the day after tomorrow, Thursday, is going to be gifting boxes, which means it has to be appropriate for school-" Blossom raised her hand standing up, Ms. Keane picked on her.
"How about them? They are villains and... they will do villain stuffs!" Blossom hovered up, pointing to the two boys' direction. Ms. Keane dropped her pencil or pen down.
"What are you talking about, Blossom?" Ms. Keane looked at where Blossom was pointing, the Rowdyruff Boys. "Them? Well, I guess boys do villain stuffs, then that will be fine!" Ms. Keane picked up her pen or pencil. Blossom sat back down, with a mean expression.
I guess I had to teach them something else, thought Blossom. Well, I can't be that mean, at least it is their first week of school... But what if they had change? I don't think so...
I could tell that Buttercup was mad, too. She folded her arms and placed her legs on the desk table surface. She sat like a tom-boy.
I was wanting to hear more from Ms. Keane about Boomer, why didn't he come yesterday? Wait, I could tell him tomorrow! Huh? Why am I that happy about his coming...?