Dear Journal,
Alright, on with the school subject. Well, as it turns out, Mojo really didn't want us to do nothing with our lives ("Not while living under my house.") and decided to send us to school. What the monkey had failed to realize was that this was the same school the girls were going to; Pokey Oaks Kindergarten. When we did find out about it, my brothers screamed, cursed, yelled, hollard, and even threatened Mojo to take us off the roll, or at least, find another school.
"Now boys," He said with a smile of happiness on his face. Brick and Butch were unamused. "This could be your chance to destory them! I mean, isn't that what you wanted?"
"Are you kidding me? We aren't even allowed to use our powers! What makes you think we'll be able to do such a thing idiot?" Brick yelled, his red eyes glowing in anger. Butch began cracking his knuckles, just as Mojo chuckled nervously.
"Now boys, it's just-"
"Shut up!" Brick yelled, moving in closer to the monkey, who'd squealed a 'Don't hurt me!' before getting severly beat up by my brothers.
Needless to say, this did nothing to change the monkey's mind. He insisted that what he was doing was a good idea, and that eventually, we will get our turn.
Yeah, right.
Anyways, after being forced into school the Powerpuffs were in, this where that stupid treaty came into place. We never did cause trouble outside of school, but while we were there, we would try to find a way. Sadly, for Butch and Brick, perhabs, the girls choose to ignore us and usually, we end up in trouble.
Brick's pissed about that, so was Butch, but for me? I didn't care. As always, I was just following the leader, because, you know, Brick's older than me (so he claims. Now that I think about it, we'd never discuss whose older than who), so we naturally follow his lead.
I guess this is why my bros feels the need to call me weak. Because I'd never stopped to think that maybe, maybe, if I spoke my mind, they would have treated me better, way they are now.
Bad memories are flashing in my mind, so I'll just stop writing bad things and start writing good things.
There really isn't much at this point, except...
I guess I should start talking about my friendship with Bubbles now. You see, it was little before the agreement, that Bubbles and I had last seen each other, when my brothers had made me angry for the last time...
"Stupid Butch, stupid Brick. Who do they think they are treating me like...like...like a dog! Yeah, that's the word. Dog. Did they really think I'm their lapdog? After all we've done?" I mumbled to myself. You see, Brick, Butch, and I had a little disagreement about who was washing the dishes this time. Now, let me explain something to you; I've ALWAYS wash the dishes, because my brothers had never gotten their lazy asses off the couch and actually help out with the chores. Usually, me and Mojo were the only two who'd done it. So, when my bros had finally decided to help out, it naturally caused an fight broke out, and little to no surprise, I was the one who'd clean up the mess.
Quite frankly, I grew tired of Brick's and Butch's bossy attitude towards me, and fought back. This didn't make things better, and I was left with an aching shoulder and a bruise eye for my back talk, causing me to stomp out of the house whenever I feel like I was blowing a fuse.
So, after this scene, I began walking around Townsville, cooling off a little bit. I've manage to make it to City Park, my temper gone, when I heard the sounds of someone crying. Normally, I wouldn't care for it, especially around my brothers, but I knew this sound. In fact, the crying sound was so familar to me, because I was the one who'd caused it.
Bubbles.
Turning around, I spotted my blue counterpart all alone by the lake, tears falling down her face.
The sound of her crying pulled at my heart, and I couldn't help but wonder what was wrong. My curiousity getting the better of me, I decided to walk to her and ask her myself.
"Whatcha cryin' for, puff?" I asked, trying to sound tough, but failing at it. Bubbles looked over at me and glared, which caught me off guard.
"Like you care. Just leave me alone." She said, sniffling. I raise an eyebrow at her, my curiousity full blown.
"Not until you tell me why you are crying. Where's your sisters?"
"Where's your brothers?" She hissed, making me winch at the anger in her voice. Ouch.
"Okay, I get it. I'll back off." I said, turning away as I mumbled under my breath. "Last time I'll ever be nice to a puff..."
"Wait!" I turned around to see Bubbles looking at me. "Don't go, I'll tell you, just...don't leave me." She whimpered, and the sound pulled at my heart again.
"Well?" I asked, a little impatient. She let out a shaky breath as she told me her story.
"My sisters and I...had gotten into a fight. They ask me about my strange personality lately, and I told them that nothing was wrong, and everything's alright with me." Then she started to shake. "But, they kept asking, and I kept telling them that I was fine. They didn't believe me, told me that I should stop trying to hide, in Buttercup's words, like a baby I am. Then I lost it. I yelled, I screamed, I told them to leave me alone, because I didn't want this. I didn't want to be this..." Then she cried, tears falling from her face again.
Suddenly, I understand what she was talking about, and felt sorry for her and her sisters. I placed a hand on her shoulder, making her look up at me. I smiled sadly, sending her a private message.
Yeah, I know the feeling.
"I understand." I said, and I told her my story. "I didn't want to be a villain, but I didn't know what else to be. Throughout my whole life, that was all I had ever known to be. It didn't help that my brothers and I had no guidance whats so ever. It was hard, trying to live the life Mojo tried to create for us." I said.
"My sisters and I didn't know how to be a superhero either." Bubbles said. "We had to learn from our mistakes." I raise an eyebrow at that, and Bubbles continued. "Before we were heroes, the citizens of Townsville thought we were bad, because we didn't know how to use our powers yet. We ended up destorying a lot of buildings because of it, and actually helped Mojo become who he is today. We had the professor, sure, but what good is it when even he had neglected to tell us what we had to learn the hard way?"
At that, the thought both angered me, and punched me in the gut. How could the guy neglected to tell the things he'd created how to use their powers for good? Just like how Mojo neglected to tell us what to do other then to destory the powerpuffs?
It was a double-edge sword, honestly.
"Hey, Boomer?" I looked at her. "Thanks for listening, and thanks for understanding. If I told them, they won't believe me."
"Who?"
"My sisters. Blossom would try to make an excuse for what we are, saying that we are the perfect little girls, though, we may have our moments. And Buttercup will deny it, saying it's all in my head, and that I was stupid to think we weren't superheroes, because we fight crime." She said, nearly in tears again.
"Same with my bros. Brick wouldn't listen to reason, and Butch is too stupid to comprehend what I am saying, and call me a crybaby even if I did explain." I growled, my mind turning back to my brothers, and their haunting laughter. Bubbles sniffled.
"Thank you, maybe I am not as alone as I thought." The blonde whispered, making me roll my eyes in a mocking tone.
"Whatever." She giggled, which brought a smile to my face. It was quiet after a while, and I was about to head home to face my brothers when Bubbles grabbed my arm.
"Boomer, I, I think I want to be friends with you. This fighting between us...it's getting old. Can we settle our differences and just get along?" She asked, looking at me with pleading, baby blue eyes that could melt hearts of many, including mines. I swallowed my pride, brothers be damned, and nodded.
"Sure Bubbles,I would like that very much." I said, shaking her hand. We both smiled at each other and went our seperate ways.
This is one of my favorite memories of Bubbles and I. It had been the start of something brand new, and for once in my miserable life, I was actually happy with the decision I'd made.
But you know what they say; good times never last forever.
-Boomer