I'm really trying to make up for all the ghosting I pulled on you guys, I'm seriously sorry!
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"Alright, ladies, here are your schedules and I assume you already know where your first class will be."
The girls looked down at the folded clothes Dr. Clara had given each of them then at the pieces of paper they held in their hands.
Control Hall 121
Ah yes, Blossom remembered that room. It was one of the first rooms the girls stumbled upon once they left the cafeteria. If her memory served her correctly, and it always did, it was a large lecture hall.
Blossom smiled up at Dr. Clara, "Yes ma'am, we know where this room is."
"Excellent," she replied, "now I must make sure you three understand that these may not be your permanent schedules. Since you three are new we need to get an idea of your strength and ability and will build your class schedules accordingly. This should only take about a week for us to gather enough data on you three in order for us to divide you into your rightful power class."
"What do you mean by 'power class'?" The pink eyed girl locked eyes with her new superior.
"Well I'm glad you asked." Dr. Clara smiled. "Power class is a strategic method we use in order to match other students up with someone who has equal power in order for them to build their power and durance. In other words, you three will be divided into a power class which will have peers that hold a matching strength and power – although they may not have the exact abilities you three have, they will have something similar in strength." She waited for the girls to nod in understanding before continuing. "Now when I say these may not be your permanent schedules, I mean that you will take a different power class every day according to how you do the day before. So for example, today you will start out in the lower power class and will build your way up if your power succeeds that of the class – and going by the demonstration you provided us Friday I would say it's safe to assume that you will move up from the lower power class no problem – but I also must mention that there will be a class or two that you will be assigned that will not depend on your power."
"What classes might those be?" Blossom asked.
"Well, for example," Dr. Clara explained, "we have a Social Interactions class. Our students so lovingly call it How to Deal with Normies 101. All the class does is teach you how to interact with," she held two fingers up on each hand to do air quotations, "'normies', as everyone here likes to call them. In other words, we just teach you how to withhold any super strength or anything of the sort while also teaching you the proper way to interact and socialize with a regular human since most of the students here in this school were kept within a sort of confinement or just simply never learned properly." The girls nodded in understanding. "Excellent. Now go on and change and go to your first class. This class is the Social Interactions class that everyone will be taking at some point in the day so you can always ask one of your peers for help if you find yourself struggling. This class will remain on your schedule. Have a great first day girls, I will most likely be back to see you tomorrow with a schedule change."
Dr. Clara waved the girls off and left, leaving the girls to change in Blossom's room. As the girls changed, they found the uniform to be very bland and Bubbles mentioned that they even looked something like out of an anime. Buttercup almost threw a fit once she realized that she would have to wear a skirt.
"Oh c'mon, BC," Bubbles tried to reassure her sister, "it isn't that bad. The skirt is kinda cute. And plus the uniform comes with some long stockings so most of your skin will be covered."
"This uniform is like something out of a porno." Buttercup huffed and rolled her eyes. Her sisters looked at her weirdly. "I mean! I don't watch it! I just clicked a link I really shouldn't have when I was on the internet. Trust me, it . . . it was horrifying and humiliating and I'm really glad you two weren't there for that. You would have burned."
Bubbles and Blossom glanced between one another. "Okay," Blossom tried to change the subject, "well, don't you girls think it's a little weird that they are going to divide us up by power?"
Bubbles shrugged but Buttercup pondered on it. "Not really, I think it makes more sense. I guess when we train we won't have to go easy on our opponent since we'll know we have equal strength and power or whatever."
Blossom nodded in response. "That makes sense, it's just . . . Brick said that this school wants everyone to be equal but then he also said that there are also some people who try to place themselves higher. And let's not forget that Butch also mentioned that those individuals don't understand the 'true hierarchy'. I just think this is a bit odd is all."
Buttercup rolled her eyes at her red haired sister. "You think too much. Now help me put this bowtie on."
"You would think," Bubbles tugged at the hem of her skirt, "that this school would want at least a little color on their uniform."
"What are you talking about? All the different shades of tan and white are just so colorful!" Buttercup mocked a cheerful tune.
"White isn't technically a color," Blossom butt-in.
Bubbles looked at herself in the floor length mirror attached to the back of Blossom's dorm door. Her hair was up in high pigtails, complete with light blue ribbons, but even that little splash of color didn't seem to do much for the bland uniform she was now forced to wear. The white, button-up, short sleeved shirt was tucked into her high wasted, tan skirt. Her tan bowtie popped from the collar of her shirt and the black buttons that followed down seemed to be the only other color on her uniform – which, again, black wasn't technically a color. But the buttons did match her new, cute, black Mary Jane shoes. Dr. Clara did mention that the shoes didn't have to be a permanent part of the dress code but they did come with the uniform. Bubbles would just need to find some shoes that would look good with white, thigh high stockings.
Buttercup was right though – this uniform did look like it was from a porno.
Not that Bubbles watched it! She just . . . she just clicked her fair share of links in her life while browsing the internet as well.
"Well," Blossom broke through Bubbles' train of thought, "are we ready?"
Buttercup tugged at her skirt, willing it to grow longer. "As ready as I'll ever be."
"Aside from the butterflies in my stomach, I'm totally looking forward to this whole thing!" The blonde bounced as she opened the door.
Blossom looked at her watch, "Since Dr. Clara came so early, we have about thirty minutes to get to class so let's get some food."
The moment the girls stepped through the door, they were greeted by some familiar voices.
"Hey!" Boomer shouted at the girls, causing Bubbles to jump. "Oh, sorry! I didn't mean to scare you!"
Bubbles tugged on her pigtails. "Oh no, don't worry. I'm a little nervous so I'm really on edge today." She smiled timidly. Blossom patted her sister on the back.
"Nothing to be nervous about," Boomer approached Bubbles, "it's just like a regular school except this one is filled with people who have super powers." Bubbles tugged on her pigtails more.
"Well, genius," Buttercup grunted, "the last time we were in a school was when we were five. And that shit didn't work out too well for us. Not to mention that we've hardly had contact with anyone except ourselves."
"But, oooh! Remember that one time that we-!" Buttercup slapped a hand over her little sister's mouth.
"Shut it, blondie."
Bubbles nodded and Buttercup removed her hand from her sister's mouth. Brick seized the opportunity to speak to Blossom. "So what classes are you in?"
Blossom glanced down at her schedule. "Hm, we have the Social Interactions class first thing, and then we have, wait, am I reading this right?" Blossom shoved the paper to her sisters who nodded with confused looks on their faces. "Driver's Ed? That's provided here?" All three boys nodded in response. "That's rather odd, but that's our second class. Then Training is listed third. How long are these courses each?"
"Your first two classes with be an hour and thirty minutes long and your training class will be about four hours long." Brick motioned towards the schedule Blossom held in her hands, "May I?" She nodded and he took the schedule from her, reading over it carefully. "We also have a Social Interactions class first but ours is located in a different room."
"Do you take Driver's Ed too?" Bubbles asked.
"No," Butch yawned, "we already had that class."
"So what do you have instead?"
"Training."
"You train for five and a half hours?" Buttercup gasped. Butch looked to her, shocked that she even acknowledged his words. He opted out of a verbal response and just nodded. "That's so cool!" She cheered. "I seriously can't wait to start training! Finally a fucking challenge!"
Brick looked between his brothers and mouthed 'finally?'
"Ahem, well, yes Buttercup, hurrah and what not." Blossom ushered her sisters down the hallway. "We need to get some food in our stomachs before we start the day. Let's go." She turned back towards the three males who were already dressed in their uniforms, complete with tan khakis instead of the skirts. "Coming boys?"
Brick briefly got to admire the way her skirt swished, barely reaching the tip of her stockings, before nodding. "I'd follow you to the ends of the Earth, babe." He muttered to himself.
"Well good," Blossom responded, catching Brick off guard, "because I might just take you there."
Bubbles giggled, pointing to her ears. "We have super sensitive hearing too!"
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This chapter is a bit shorter than the rest, but I swear there's a reason for that.
Up next: Let the training begin!
