Me: OMG! WE'VE GOT LIKE 100 REVIEWS! I'm so *effing* happy! J
I'd like to thank the academy! Okay now I'm just messing with you. But seriously, thank you all for this extremely happy friggin' moment! I've never been HAPPIER!….Well there was that one day on summer vacation, but that's beside the point! XDON WITH THE FICTION!
Bubbles: MewMewKitty78 doesn't own any of the characters that are actually are in the show\comic. She only owns, the teachers, some of the students of the students you've never heard of, and Victoria\Vicky and Akira.
Brick: Speaking of the Power Puff Girls comic, did you read the new pages?
Bubbles: Yeah I did! They were really good!
Brick: *Laughs* Remember that one part when Buttercup-
Me: Uhmm…guys. I'm TRYING to do a show here! -_-
Both: Ohhhh….Sorry about that!
Me: *Clears throat* ANYWAYS! Back to the drama!
Princess' POV
"So, what class do you two have next?" I asked my other female companions.
"Oi've got science with 'Rofesser 'Iteritz, or 'omthing like that." Vicky answered, squinting at her schedule. "Ya know, I 'eally should've 'rought my glasses with me." She stuffed the paper back in her pocket and looked over to Akira. "What 'bout you mate? What 'lasses you got this year?"
"Science with 'Rofesser 'Iteritz." She said, mocking her friends accent with a smirk. I giggled at this. Akira made a pretty good Vicky. Our brunette friend however, didn't find it as funny. With a roll of her eyes and a scoff, she turned towards me.
"And you Sheila?" I blinked at that. How the Hell do you mistake the name 'Princess' with 'Sheila?'
"Well I've got the same class as you two, but my name is certainly not Sheila!" I declared.
"No no, Sheila is the Australian word for "young woman." She maybe be forgetful, but she's not going to forget your name." Akira explained.
"Wow…And just how do you know this?"
"When your friends with the only Australian-accented girl in school, you just know. In a couple of days you'll get it too, Princess." She flashed me that perfect smile of hers. It was funny how such a nice girl could be plotting the death of the Power Puff Girls with a bunch of other girls. Kind of creepy, but still funny.
"I see." I said and glanced down the hallway.
'Where are those damned Power Punks? They were suppose to be here to tell me what they've learn about their counter partners so far! Leave it to those three to ruin my day..' I thought angrily. Why'd I put up with them again? Oh that's right. Because their leader's a pyromaniac\psychopath with a calm front who can kill people so easily that it was scary. So why did it seem like she was a babysitter instead of a mass murder? Oh yeah, because her two sisters are like babies with superpowers. Makes sense. Kind of…
"Who are you looking for?" Akira asked. I looked back over to her.
"My three er… "friends." Ya know those three girls, the Power Punks?" She nodded.
"Ah yes, I remember. Maybe we should just wait in our next class. I don't really feel like hearing the freaking teachers scream at us for being late on the first day of school."
"Oi, quit 'cting like it's the 'eginning of the day! It's lioke, our last 'eriod! So the bloody hell up 'bout being late!" Vicky screamed.
"Well someone's in a pleasant mood." I mumbled to Akira, who simply giggled.
"She's always sour after someone imitates her accent. She calls it a "disgrace to the Australian race" or something." I shook my head at this. Overreacting much? "She's a bit of a drama queen." Victoria's eyes snapped to the whitette. Never before had I seen someone so angry in my life. Well, other than Brute, but still.
"Why I ougtha-" Her outburst was cut off when a girl wrapped their arms around her shoulders from behind.
"VICKY! It's so good to see you again!" She squealed and let go of the Aussie, who spun around, ready to chew out whoever put their hands on her. The glare on Vicky's face melted when she saw who was standing in front of her.
There stood a girl with waist long raven hair, shimmering blue eyes, lips that were painted with glittery pink lip-gloss and purple eye shadow. She wore a lavender sweater with a matching headband, a white skirt that stopped just above her knees and shiny white ankle-boots. She must've been the prettiest girl in school, for several boys were staring in her direction, a lovesick look in their eyes.
"Oi! Trixie! It's 'een so long!" She said.
"I know! Oh my Gosh! Hey Akira! What's up?" "Trixie" screamed and hugged Akira so hard I thought her spine might break.
"Nothing much, what about you?" It was funny how the three had completely forgotten I had been standing there. But I didn't bother say anything. It seemed these three hadn't seen each other in years, so I'd let them catch up a bit, then make my grand introduction.
"Oh I'm good. But I've been bored! Private school sucks! Which is why I'm so glad my Daddy let me come here!" Trixie said. Vicky looked around, a bitter expression on her face.
"She's not here is she?" The brunette hissed, looking back to Trixie.
'That was weird,' I thought. 'That was the first sentence she said all day that didn't make her sound Australian. Who is "she" anyways? Must be somebody Victoria really hates from the look on her face.' Trixie let out a sigh and nodded.
"Yes she is, Vicky."
"Oh great! Just great! How am I supposed to go the rest of the day knowing that your freaky stalker chick is lurking around, obsessing over being our friend!"
"Where'd your accent go?" I asked. The three girls finally looked at me.
"It goes away when she gets stressed, worried or scared." Akira ansered. She turned to Trixie. "Trixie, I'd like you to meet our friend Princess Morebucks. Princess, this is Trixie Tang."
"Nice to meet you Princess." Trixie said with a smile. I smiled back.
"Same to you, Trixie."
"Oi! Did you all forget about my problem?" Vicky screamed causing us all to huff and roll our eyes at the exact same time. Vicky paused and blinked. "Whoa…That was…weird."
"Why do you hate Veronica so much anyways?" Trixie asked.
"She's an overdramatic, freakish stalker who's obsessed with you!"
"She's my best friend!"
"Same thing!"
"Hey! I'm your best friend, but that doesn't mean I'm your stalker!" Akira told Victoria, still remaining calm. Vicky waved her off.
"That's totally different. I've known you since I was an ankle-bitter. This 'Eronica chick met us in 'iddle school." She said, her accent finally returning. I nudged Akira.
"Who's Veronica?" I whispered.
"Trixie's best friend and Vicky's worst enemy. Well, other than the Power Puff Girls. And maybe Coach Gui." I nodded just as Trixie's cell phone rang.
"Give me a second." She told our raging friend and reached into her back pocket. She pulled out a white phone that had purple rhyme stones on the front arranged in a "T."
"Hello? You are? You are?…Your are…? Okay then, see you in a few…" She hung up and sighed, looking more than defeated.
"That was her, wasn't it?" Akira asked. Trixie nodded, and Victoria scowled. "She's coming here now isn't she?" Once again, Trixie nodded.
"Well, I'm 'eaving!" Vicky threw her hands into the air and turned around. She walked off. Akira groaned and rolled her eyes.
"I'll be right back. Gotta go calm the drama queen down." She said as she ran after her.
"So…" I began, after a long silence. "What's this Veronica like?"
"Oh she's not that bad." Trixie began, finally raising her head. "Victoria's just overreacting. Something about Veronica just makes her…flip. But really, she's a good person. She might be a bit…possessive over me, but she's no stalker. She just wants to be accepted. Oh! Here she comes now!" Her face lit up as she pointed behind me. I looked over my shoulder to where she was pointing at.
Veronica wasn't exactly what I had expected her to be. I thought she'd be pretty, just like Trixie, but she wasn't. Veronica wasn't ugly though, she was just moderate.
Her blond hair was tied up in a ponytail with a pink star hair tie, her bangs were curled and covered her blue eyes a bit. Her clothes weren't nearly as fancy as mine or Trixie's were, but they were nice enough. Her white long sleeved shirt had a large pink star in the middle, a pink mini skirt and pink knee-length boots. She had the same shade of lipstick on her lips that Trixie did and had dangly star earrings on.
"Trixie! Hi!" She sqeauled and rushed over to the raven haired girl and embraced her tightly. Trixie's face began to turn blue.
"Hi Veronica…Your…choking…me!" She gasped. The blond immediately let her go.
"Sorry." She looked over to me. "Who's this?"
"This is my friend, Princess." She said with a smile. I waved at Veronica, but she simply narrowed her eyes at me and scooted closer to Trixie. I didn't have to read minds to know what she was trying to say.
Stay away from Trixie.
'Maybe Vicky's right. Maybe she is a bit obsessed.' I thought, watching the new girl hold onto Trixie's arm tightly. 'Or maybe I'm just jumping to conclusions.'
"Where's Akira and Victoria at?" Veronica asked.
"The name is Vicky. Get it right." Vicky hissed and she came back with Akira, an irritated look on her face.
"And just when I had her calmed down too!" The purple eyed girl sighed. I felt bad for Akira. She must've played peacemaker a lot. It couldn't have been easy, seeing how Vicky was so damn stubborn. Veronica's smile returned on her face and she let go of Trixie and flew over to the two girls. She hugged Akira, then went over to Vicky.
"Touch me and die, you berk!" She hissed. I blinked.
"What?" Me, Veronica and Trixie asked. We all looked over to Akira, who sighed and closed her eyes.
"A "berk" is an idiot or a fool." She told us. Veronica sighed and went back to Trixie's side. Said girl glared at Vicky, who simply shrugged.
Something told me this was going to be a loooooooong day…
Boomer's POV
I stared at the wall of the classroom for what seemed like forever. It was all I could do.
Butch Jojo, my older brother, had just told me he hadn't done something that happened seven years ago.
The look in his eyes told me, he was telling the truth.
He had said that it was Brute's idea. That it was the dirty, no good, rotten, lying scum bag of a girl who raped him, not the other way around.
And I didn't believe him. Now he hated both me and Brick for not believing the one person we knew better than anyone. It was sad how I actually thought my brother would do something so nasty, and then let him go to jail for it.
'Butch was right to yell at me.' I thought with a sigh. 'What kind of brother actually believes the words that come out of an emotionally freaky whore's mouth and not the one's that came out of my own brother's? God I'm slow…'
Bubbles placed a concerned hand on my shoulder.
"You okay?" She asked me, sitting in the seat next to me. I nodded, not looking away from the wall. I couldn't look her in the eye. Simply because if Buttercup had been accused of rape, Bubbles and Blossom would've believe her if she had said it was the other way around. My chest hurt when I thought of how close the Puff's were. It hurt even more when I realized that the Power Punk's were closer than us Ruff's were.
"I'm just…a little shaken about something Butch said. But only because it was true." I told her, finally looking at her. No one had the heart to tell the Girls about the carnival thing. One, because Blossom would probably be afraid Butch would go after Bubbles next, (even though she already knew he wouldn't) and two, because Buttercup would probably kill Butch. No wait…she'd kill Brute because BC loved Butch. She believes almost everything Butch says, unlike me and Brick who thought\think he was\is a dirty liar.
'Some family.' I thought glumly. 'Man I was stupid! How could I not have saw it? This whole time I wondered if Butch had really done it, and the answer has been in front of me the whole time! He didn't have that satisfied yet creepy look on his face. He never acted suspicious or came home way late into the night, pants half way off. No, he was just regular, plain ol' Butch. A regular, plain ol' victim of rape…Okay thinking about this is NOT making this any easier to deal with! Maybe I should just go get Brick and tell him what Butch told me. About Brute, not about us not being family, and maybe then we'll go to our brother and apologize. Then get Buttercup to beat the living shit out of Brute. That'd be nice.'
"Boomy," Bubbles said in that soft and caring voice of hers. "What did he say? I'm sure if it was something bad, it couldn't have been true. You've never really been evil, just…devious." I sighed and looked at her. I was about to tell her something that might've messed with her head. Hell, she probably wouldn't want anything to do with me for keeping this a secret for so long. She might break up with me because she thinks that the Rowdy Ruff Boys are nothing butch a bunch of rapists. I couldn't deal with that. I could not live without Bubbles in my life. It's impossible for me to go even one day without seeing that flawless smiling face of hers.
"Bubbles…I've…I've got to tell you something important. But you've got to swear on your collection of stuffed animals that you won't tell anyone, especially your sisters." I half demanded, half pleaded. She hesitated, as if wondering if all of her stuffed animals were worth keeping anything from the two girls she loved the most on the planet. Eventually she nodded slowly, still unsure if she was willing to keep this a secret. I took a deep breath, grabbed her by the shoulders and looked boldly into her eyes. She looked a bit…frightened by my actions, but she didn't say anything.
"Look Bubbles, what I'm about to tell you isn't easy, but…You know why Brute hates Butch so much?" She shook her head, blond curls whipping back and forth as she did so. "Well…" I took another deep breath. God this was hard! "I do. And so does Brick. And Berserk. And Brat. And Brute. And maybe even-"
"Boomer."
"Yeah?"
"Your staling."
"Sorry. But anyways, the reason is…Seven years ago, Butch and Brute dated. And they got along well. It was the longest relationship Butch, and according to Berserk, Brute had ever been in. One night, the carnival came to town, and being the poor kids we were, we went to get some free entertainment. Now of course we had to steal just a teeny-tiny bit of money to buy food, but other than that we hadn't done anything illegal that night." Bubbles smiled, approving of my statement. Until I closed my eyes and groaned. "Until, at sometime around midnight, Butch and Brute disappeared. When we met back up, Brute had zoomed out of the bathroom crying, half naked and screamed at the top of her lungs: "Butch is the worst fucking person on the planet! He stole my virginity forcibly and made me feel like a disgusting whore!" Then Brick chewed out Butch, punched him in the mouth and we flew off." Bubbles didn't say anything after that. She chewed on her bottom lip and looked over to Butch, who was currently muttering something to himself. Her gaze was back on me when she finally parted her lips.
"You sure?" She asked silently. I nodded.
"Well…Right now, no. In the hallway, Butch had said he wasn't the one who did it. It was Brute's idea to have sex, apparently he said no and she forced it out of him. He went to jail for her crimes, and I didn't believe him…Again." I told her, lowering my voice. "Then he got mad because he was trusting me, his bound by blood brother, with something he'd never told anybody. And I thought he was lying. So he screamed these words exactly: "We are not friends, we are not teammates and we are NOT family!" And then he stormed into the classroom, leaving me feeling like a bunch of shit." I knew she hated it when I swore, but I couldn't help it. That's exactly what I felt like. A bunch of shit. I was just as helpful as it too. Not at all.
"Oh Boomy, I'm sure he didn't mean it!" She cried, hugging me tightly.
"But he did." I said, pushing her away from me. I tried to fight back the tears, I really did, but they came anyway. I wiped them away quickly and slammed my head onto the table. "I was a fool Bubbles, and I still am. Not believing my own bro about something as serious as this? Who does that?"
"Boomer-" Bubbles began, putting a hand on my back, but I once again shook her off.
"Just leave me alone. Leave me here to bathe in my own stupidity." I told her, my voice cracking. I heard her sigh and felt her worried glance on my back, but ignored it as I allowed all of the hidden emotions, all of my pain and depression, out in the form of tears right there. In front of everybody. And I didn't try to hide it. You know why? It's very simple really.
Hiding doesn't do anything but make the situation worse.
Which is exactly why hiding from your problems won't make them go away, kids. And if they do, they'll just come back later in life to bite ya! So don't do drugs. Because apparently this whole column of advice has to do with drugs. So don't do them. Or else. Or else what? I dunno, you'll die. Or worse. You end up like…
BRUTE!
And nobody wants that.
