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 9
Ok, so this is just getting into the beginning of middle school, so I hate doing those days. Now I am going to narrow or just switch it again, too stupid for a story. It's like all of them were a flashback, but actually when you realize that, it's not at all!
I am doing them in second quarter, already in November almost to December, get it? Okay, I see. You all get it :D
On with the story chapter-
Bubbles' POV
You see, right now I am listening to music on the radio. It means nobody can come or distract me from her, can't disturb me at all, that means YOU!
I am also playing on my blue and shiny, stickered computer (where I used to put stickers around to decorate it, I know, I am not a baby anymore.) for seeing anything bad will happen like a crash. Usually, I am not the only person who does these things, I got this information from both my computers teacher and Blossom herself.
"Bubbles, get your ass over here!" Buttercup screamed as she got closer to my bedroom door, ready to broke free off. "RIGHT NOW!"
My earphones split off, flying into mid-air and my head shivered, coldly like there was something terrible happening. I took a quick glance at my only window in my blue bedroom and my moon-shaped clock. The autumn leaves fall in a bunch of groups, like rainfalls dashing rapidly like speeding bullets. It was 6:38 p.m., and we got off from 2:15 to 30 probably, I don't count time.
"What's wrong, Buttercup?" I was wondering if I did something in trouble, just to make her mad. I only stopped in my middle of walking, not edging closer to Buttercup trying to knock my poor door down. But, I managed myself up closer, for not letting Buttercup wait there for a long time. Or probably she left, or something.
I opened the door, she was there, hands on her back, and her eyes rolling. She had a tight grin on her face, her body was strong and seems hurtful. Suddenly, she threw a pie at my face, leaving me with cream all over the place. It was a cream pie, whatever favor it was, it tasted good. I licked them off my face, and smiled a bright one.
"So," I began, "you were going to throw a pie at me?" I crossed my arms, and she stood there like she never even existed.
"Hello?" I waved in front of her, and then I snapped her again like the first day of school. "Are you even answering me? Or are you ignoring me?"
"OOOPS!" She yelled, blowing like fast air enough to crack me into depth. She ran with an answer back, "I didn't mean to come to you, I meant to throw it at my computer video-game screen nd or either smarty Blossom!"
"But you said my name, Bubbles, Get your ass over here! Right?" I replied, crossing my hips, even though she couldn't see me no more. Something is really got into her.
"Nevermind!" she screamed back in pain.
I went back into my room, just good that Buttercup didn't even break my door for no reasons. When I got back to my desk and picked up my earphones, I saw the 'bad anything happens to my computer' kind of thingy, it was very high! I clicked on clean them and fix. It then went back to in the 60's.
"Just that kept me going," I sighed, and rested on the table desk. And then a weird feeling and thinking popped into my head, making me uncomfortable as ever.
It was Boomer.
Boomer appeared in my image as I fell asleep on my desk. He spoke, but I had no idea what he meant in his talk. I didn't interrupt him, he kept on going. He kept on going and going and going and going and going.
Finally, he stopped into the middle of him. He disappeared as I realized that I was back in my normal place, resting. But that's not why he happened to disappear, it was dinner time. Buttercup had her enormous roar of exitement all over the air, and that's when my thinking went boom.
We headed to school the next day, you see... it is Tuesday. I was getting used to this school already, the teacher, the principal, the students or classmates, the homework, the subject, the class, the school motto, the school's description, the school's mission statement, and the school building.
"Bubbles!" somebody yelled my name, which let my head face up. I noticed a girl in white T-shirts with a necktie in front of me. She had brown hair, blue eyes, baggy shorts, white socks that went up to regualar shoe lengths, and blue converse. I realized that it was my long childhood friend, Robin Synder!
"Oh hi, Robin," I greeted, beaming at her. She grinned back, and grabbed my arms. She ran me to the art classroom, and stopped. "What's wrong?"
"Someone said..." Robin stopped, which made me want to know more. "Someone who is in art class, said..."
"What?" I said.
"His name is... something, I don't remember," she replied, kind of confused. What? How did she know if he said something about art and then didn't remember his name?
"You don't remember, huh?" I questioned, crossing my hips. She grinned as if she was also saying 'don't worry! I don't need to tell you the information, you get the information! From him, inside there! In art class, that's why I took you here.'
"Um..." I paused, really puzzled. "I think you should stop acting, Robin."
"No! I am not!" She exclaimed at me, still keeping a smile on her face. "He's in there, go! It's almost time for school, so go there before the bell rings!"
"Stop exclaiming, Rob," I told her, and she hushed herself up. She backed away from me a few steps, and then ran as fast as she could like a cheetah to vanish out of my sight.
I walked into the art room, just to notice one boy and a teacher there. And then I saw the teacher grabbing for her doorknob from her room and headed out, with a greeting of good morning to me first before headed to the double doors. Just in time for her to get out. Anyways, she was my art teacher.
I opened the door filled with art, and rubbernecked around just in cases if I wasn't allowed to. If I wasn't, then that would show some how stalking. I spotted the boy with blonde hair. He turned his face towards me, because his back was there when I came in.
"Hi?" I greeted, and then I made a closer look. It was actually Boomer!
Normal POV
"Hey," Leigh patted onto Buttercup's shoulders. They were outside, the bell didn't ring yet. "Wassup?"
"Great," Buttercup replied, shrugging. Leigh got her hands away from Buttercup's shoulders and stucked them into her pockets.
"So, how have ya been doin', girl?" Leigh askd, like a how are you sign.
"Gee great," Buttercup replied, with the word 'great' again. "How 'bout you then, tom girl?"
Leigh shooked her head, "Nothing. Just as usual. Did you do fine in your classes?"
Buttercup shrugged, "Um.. I would like to know if you want me to say everything I have in my classes like an A, B, C, or D. Might be an F, too."
"No," Leigh sighed. "Not that way you pointed out."
"Um.. excuse me?" Buttercup looked at her, with an eyebrow raised. "We just saw yesterday, Monday. Have you forgotten about that? You brain lost? Joking!"
Leigh broke into a chortle. "Funny, huh huh..? Nah."
"Okay," Buttercup agreed, and then flew another where. Leigh walked alone, to the school building of her first period door way.
"Yo, Blos," someone called out. Blossom gazed up at somebody, but it turned out that it wasn't those guys. She turned around her, yet didn't see anything that seems like familiar to her. She was reading a book, which she had checked out from the school's library. She began to read where she had left off.
"Dude," that voice spoke up again. "Are you nuts?"
"You are nuts," Blossom replied, to no other person in the talk. She knew somebody was talking to her, and she would just answer it back in pattern, not to make an interruption. She didn't care who she had talked to, but at least... come on, somebody that isn't really good to her.
"Nuh-uh," the voice said again. "You are the one who doesn't even know where I am."
"That's because I can't recognize you as the person who said it."
"I am just right here, dummy," the voice told her.
"You sound much like a bully to me, aside from the voice, okay?" Blossom replied, annoyed.
The voice sounded angry, "I might be. But you are not leaving this behind, smarty."
"What do you mean?"
"Meaning is-"
"Ay! You don't answer! I don't share things with whoever you are! And I am reading a book, please stop distracting me, okay?"
"Fine, smarty. Next time," he waved, and Blossom could fill the air swiveling around her. Then she sneezed, and some other people next to her said 'bless you' back.
"How did that even happen? How did that conversation even begin?" Blossom questioned to herself.
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