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Onwards to the story shall we?
Chapter 3: New Beginnings
Blossom's crystal tears fell to the floor, as she used her hands to cup her face, letting the tears stream down her pink cheeks. Bubbles and Buttercup watched still in the Professor's arms, heads down, allowing them too, to cry. Buttercup of course didn't let herself cry, and forcedly wiped the tears of her face. Bubbles on the other hand, cried in the professor's arm as he stroked her blonde hair.
How this of could happened? Why them? Their lives were fine before the moved, so why, that every time they began to feel happiness, it was taken away from them?
Blossom stared at the rumble of their shaggy old house, and crawled to it, seeing a picture of their family. She held the picture close to her chest, and stood up, wiping one last stray tear before turning to meet the eyes of the Professor and her sisters.
"What's going to happen now?" Bubbles sniffled, looking up to the Professor's grey eyes.
The Professor's expression was a hard one. He seemed lost, and unsure on how to answer her question. Blossom noticed this, and answered for him, walking up to her sister and grabbing her hand.
"I don't know. For now, we just have to find a place to stay for the time being. It'll be okay, it'll only be temporary until we find a new home." Blossom said, using her other hand to wipe the tear off Bubbles face.
Buttercup remained silent, staring at the ground. A crowd began to form around them, and news reporter cars parked outside their house in seconds.
They quickly left the scene, not wanting to get caught up with the madness. They walked to the nearest hotel, and rented a room, remaining silent as they did. It was their own closure to the events that happened not so long ago.
As they entered their room, dropped their bags and when nightfall began, Blossom began to head out the door to only feel a gentle tug at the edge of her shirt.
"Blossom… where you going?" said a half-asleep Bubbles, sleeping next to the rather loud sleepers of Buttercup and the Professor.
"Just need to clear my head a bit. Don't tell dad, okay? I'll be back in the morning." Blossom said leaning down to meet her sister in eye level. Bubbles looked rather conflicted but nonetheless nodded, opening the nightstand drawer to hand her sister the spare key to their room.
Blossom smiled, patting Bubbles head before slowly opening the door and exiting letting the door close quietly behind her.
She went to the elevator, pressed the lobby button, and stood there waiting quietly till the ding of the doors opening, woke her up as she made her way out the hotel's front doors.
The streets were rather dangerous at night, but she gotten used to it rather quickly. She let the wind blow her long hair, as the feel of the wind against her skin calmed her. The crescent moon shined brightness in the dark city and the stars twinkled in the never ending blackness.
As she finally reached the old crummy building, she pulled out her pink key, putting it in the lock and opening the once locked door. Inside, there was a wood floor and a reflecting window that stretched across the room. A dance studio.
Blossom has danced since she was young, and was a way to help her relief of her stress. Though her family thought she quit dancing after they moved, she secretly comes her at night to let her frustrations out while nobody watches.
She found this place was abandoned for years, no-one ever entering it. Blossom saved up money from some part time jobs and money she saved up for several years, to renovate it, to become her personal dance studio.
At her old school, Blossom was highly known to be one of the best dancers making her popular and often looked up to by other fellow dancers. Dancing filled a void in her that no one else could. It made her feel powerful and strong when she felt the most weak.
She went to her locker, and opened it, relieved to find her dancing clothes still in place. She quickly changed into her pink shorts, black tee, and dancing shoes. Her shirt was cut open on the back, with ties holding the shirt together showing her bare skin. She let her hair go down her back, the curls at the end brushing against her.
She grabbed her boom box, and pressed play. As soon as the music began she moved her feet gracefully against the floor. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, as she snaked around her feet moving in several directions. She twirled and twirled the music's beat quickly changing from soft music to loud beats. And as the music changed, she did the same.
She popped her shoulders and her legs with the beat of the drums, her hair flowing behind her. She felt her eyes watering up, but ignored it and focused on her dancing. The music was getting faster, the beats getting more intense. She was getting angrier with tears streaming down her face. As the final beats were playing, she twirled towards the mirror and at the final beat, punched the glass, making a giant crack and several shards of glass go in her fist.
She fell against the glass, her fists near her face as she sobbed loudly, and staring at her broken reflection in the mirror.
"I'm okay…I'm okay." She whispered as the music muted and all she could her hear were her desperate sobs in the night.
The Next Morning…
As the sun began to rise and the birds began to sing, Blossom changed back into her regular school clothes and covered up the wound she got from the shards of glass. She locked her studio, and walked towards the hotel. She cleared her head, as the warmth of the sun against her face gave her comfort. She made her way to the lobby, and went up the elevator, opening the door, thankful to find her sisters and the Professor still fast asleep.
She quickly took a shower, and changed into her clothes. She couldn't afford to miss school with the exam's coming up, so she quietly changed and grabbed her things slightly smiling at the sight of them sleeping together.
With her spare key still in hand, she walked out the door. As she made it the outside of the hotel, she had a vague idea where the school was. She made it down several blocks and streets she didn't know or didn't recognize.
But she could see the school in the far horizon and still walked endlessly. She felt a hand go on her shoulder, as she flinched and turned to see who the person was.
Her day had already started on a rough note, especially if she had to meet, out of all people, Brick Jojo. Her gentle eyes immediately turned into a cold glare as she grabbed his hand and yanked it off of her.
"Don't touch me." She said as she ignored him and continued walking down the street.
"Good morning to you too, Pinky." He said as he followed close behind her and caught up with her.
Her gaze was focused on the road ahead as she tried her best to ignore the person next to her.
What she didn't notice, was that his gaze was fixed on her bandaged hand.
"What happened to your hand?" he asked angrily as he pointed to the bandages wrapped around it.
She pulled down the cuff of her jacket, trying to hide her injured hand as she mumbled a quiet, 'nothing'.
He grabbed her wrist, as she winced as he did holding it up for him to see. She glared at him, as he returned the glare, making her back up a little.
"Does this look like nothing? Tell me." He said as he pointed the blood stains on the bandages. Her head was pulsing and her head was spinning.
"Why do you care? Whether I hurt myself or not it's not your concern."
"Be-because I do! Will you stop being stubborn and just tell me!" he said as he inched closer to her.
"You know what I really hate? Hypocrites. So will you please stop acting like you care, when we both know you don't!" Blossom began, "I will never, ever, accept sympathy from the likes of you. So just leave me alone!" she said as she kicked him where it hurts, and ran away towards the school building.
Some Hours later…
Her day want slower than a melting stick of butter down a hill. She had to take plenty of notes in her classes that she now had to pay attention to, and ignored everyone all day.
People will laugh and point at her, she felt so alone without her sisters she felt so unprotected. Blossom knew this would happen, but with all that was going on her life she felt so different. People from the low classes protected her, and stood up for her which put a small smile on her face.
During the last class of the day, she went to the bathroom, and splashed water on her face, and saw her reflection. Her hair was down and has been a long while that she wore her hair that way. Her front bangs looked nice with the curls at the end of her red locks. She smiled a bit and right when she was about to exit the bathroom, she bumped into three girls, Berserk and her sisters, Brute and Brat. They all glared at her, as Berserk went behind her and began to play with her hair.
"I like your hair, but it seems you need a haircut. Right, girls?" she said as her sisters appeared behind her and nodded. Blossom tried to run, but Berserk grabbed her wrist as she screamed in pain as Berserk got on her, and harshly held her head to the floor. Blossom saw the shine of the scissors as Brute handed them to Berserk, smirking.
"Trust me, this won't hurt a bit." She said as she inched closer to her head with the scissors and grabbed a giant wad of her hair. Right before she could cut it, Blossom used her free legs to kick Brute and Brat that were behind her, and grab Berserk by the head, and put her down.
Berserk was squealing and flailing her arms and her sisters were left unconscious on the bathroom floor.
"Don't ever try to cut my hair, again! You hear me?!" Blossom screamed, as Berserk nodded her head, still screaming on the top of her lungs.
Blossom grabbed the scissors and cut of a giant piece of Berserk's fake hair. Berserk screamed and flailed her arms even harder.
"That's from the girl you used to torment in the SA classes." Blossom said as she ran out the bathroom doors.
"Wha- Wait…You!" she screamed as Blossom could hear her screams from the hallway as she smirked and walked into her class with pride.
After School…
Blossom was glad to finish the school day on a good note, and left the school smiling as she made her way to the hotel. As she used the spare key and entered the room, she saw their stuff was already packed and Buttercup's smirk and Bubble's smile were in place.
She was extremely confused as the Professor handed her stuff, which wasn't much, and smiled at her too.
"What's going on here?" Blossom said suspiciously with her eyebrow raised in curiosity. They all looked at each other before answering.
"We found a place to stay." The Professor said as he saw Blossom's eyes gleam and her grin grow wide on her face.
"Really? Where? How?' she said as she began jumping up and down in her spot, something she normally would never do.
"Remember the news reporter cars we saw outside our house? Actually there was a story on how our house got wrecked, and my old friend from college saw it and offered to help. Se we're going to stay with him and his family for a while, before we get back on our feet." The Professor said as he smiled and lead me and my sisters out the door.
"That's great! Wait, we're going now?" Blossom asked as she was being pushed, her heels of her feet pushed against the carpet of their hotel room.
"Why of course! We were waiting for you to get here!" he said as they all made it down the lobby, paid for their room with the last money they had left, and began to walk to the house.
"Do they live near here?" Buttercup asked, tired of walking for the last ten minutes past Blocks and streets.
"Yeah they live just one block down." He said, as Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup looked at each other knowing that is where the richest houses in the neighborhood lived.
"This… is it?" The Professor said in disbelief as the girls and he stared at the humongous mansion that was in front of their very eyes. It was the biggest house in the entire neighborhood, which was a big shock considering how big it was.
They made their way to the front steps and ringed the doorbell, as it chimed and echoed through the house. A woman with black hair and red lips answered, as she looked at them and smiled hugely letting them inside.
"Welcome! Welcome! We've been expecting you!" The black haired woman said, but Blossom didn't pay attention to that nor the amazing décor she witnessed through the house.
She just paid attention to the red magma eyes that were staring at her, as the signature smirk appeared on the vile owner's lips.
Author's Note: What do you think? I hope you liked it, I did it ALL today again. Lolz I should plan these out more. Tell me if it's good and that you like it, your opinions mean the world to me! Thanks for Reading! R&R