My sisters really
confuse me sometimes.
For example, Bubbles
usually acts really ditzy. She's in 6th grade for Pete's sake and still
obsesses over her crayon drawings like a Kindergartener! But yesterday
when I was grounded she sounded a lot more grown up than even Blossom.
Except for when she said Blossom was scared she made sense.
Even Blossom seems
out of character these days. She's never tried to totally run my life before.
Now it seems all she cares about is my life. Even now, when she's been
avoiding me all day, she keeps looking up from her homework to see if I'm
still writing. She's probably going to try and steal my notebook again
tonight, so I'm going to sleep with it under my pillow. And dream sweet
dreams without worry.
Dream about Andra.
I'm worried they're
going to find out about Andra. They already know I have a crush on someone
with the initials A.M., and Andra's the only one in our grade with those
initials. I know, I checked the year book. And I have no idea how they
or the Professor would react if they found out I liked a girl. I don't
even know how Andra would react.
Life bites sometimes.
-Buttercup
Dear Diary,
Buttercup is really
worrying me now. She's gotten completely out of control. If this was just
a matter of a notebook and a crush I'd leave her alone, but she's so persistent
in hiding stuff from Bubbles and me, I'm getting worried. She's spending
time with this Andra girl, someone none of us knows anything about, and
I can't forget that Andra and Buttercup's crush have the same initials.
Bubbles doesn't think anything of the coincidence...but then again, does
she even know about homosexuality? I'm not saying Buttercup is gay, I don't
even want to think about that, I'm just pointing out how innocent my sister
is. She's almost too innocent sometimes. And she's indecisive, too. First
she was all for reading Buttercup's notebook and then she turned me in
for finding it! Then at school she didn't seem to care at all about Buttercup's
sudden disappearance from our lunch table.
What I told Bubbles
is the truth. I'm honestly worried about what could happen if Buttercup
isn't nearby when we have to fight a monster. I know she's been the only
reason we've won a few times.
I wonder if she knows
about that. She did say something about not wanting to be the reckless
Powerpuff Girl. While she certainly is the most daring of the three of
us, that's saved us a couple times.
Hm. Maybe I'll have
to talk to her about that.
-Blossom
Dear Diary,
The tenshun in our
bedroom is thicker than my peanut butter and jelly sandwich at lunch today
so I'm writing down at the kitchen table.
I don't know why Blossom
and Buttercup just keep trying to hurt eachother. It started out as just
a litle fun, teasing Buttercup to get the notebook, but Blossom's turned
it into an obseshon. First stealing Buttercup's notebook last night (okay,
I was in that, too, so I deserved to get in trouble) and then watching
her while she ate with Andra (who is really cool, but I don't think Blossom
cares about that). And then both of them being so mean after school! Maybe
I should have stayed after wit Blossom. Maybe I could have kept them from
being so mean.
Or not. Neither of
them listen to me much. They don't even think I'm very smart. I saw Blossom's
look when I told her that only a boy's name would be in Buttercup's notebook.
She thinks I'm so cute and inosent that I don't know about stuff like gay
people. Well she's wrong. I know from some of the girls I used to play
with at recess. Theyre called dykes and fags and lezbos and they like to
kiss other girls and stuff, which seems kind of gross to me, but those
names don't sound very nice either. And if Blossom really thinks Buttercup
is one of them, Blossom's even more paranoyd then I thought!
The Professor is telling
me I have to go to bed. I don't want to, Buttercup and Blossom might finally
explode and fight again and my face still hurts from the fight this morning!
I'll have to try and keep them from killing eachother, I guess.
Good night!
Bubbles.
Dear Diary-
Today was a pretty
tough day. Tougher than usual. The toughest thing I usually have to deal
with is trying to act normal around Buttercup, but today Buttercup's sister,
Blossom, started following us everywhere after lunch, even trying to keep
Buttercup from walking home with me after school. What if Blossom knows
how I feel about Buttercup? What if she's like the jerks at my old school
and goes around telling everybody? What would Buttercup do?
I'd like to think Buttercup
would be okay if she found out I liked girls. I'm almost positive she would
be. But everything could change if she found out I liked her, specifically.
Crossing someone with super powers could be bad. If she, or any of her
sisters, are totally against gay people, I could be dead, or at least in
the hospital for a very long time.
I hate being me! There's
nobody here who understands me, not even Mom. And if I told my best - no,
my only - friend why I was so quiet all the time, chances are she'd hate
me.
Mom says I'm paranoid,
that the people here are much better than at my last school. And while
not everyone will understand me, telling Buttercup is a chance I should
take.
I wish I was as confidant
as her.
Love,
Andra
Tuesday, 10:17 P.M.
Haven't perfect my won't-get-soggy-in-milk
cereal yet. I was really hoping to finish that today, maybe if I add
Oh, who am I kidding?
I can't concentrate on my work at all, not with the Girls acting the way
they are. They're at an awkward age. They've always been more mature than
the other kids their age (even Bubbles), so I've tried to treat them that
way...but sometimes they act like regular 12 year old girls. Keeping secrets
while trying to find out everyone else's, Blossom trying to play mother
hen to Bubble and Buttercup, exactly like what I remember the girls doing
at school when I was their age. Sometimes it's hard to know when to treat
them like children and when to treat them like adults. I try to let them
solve their problems alone, they try to kill eachother. I punish them and
everyone sees the punishment as too harsh - or too lenient. There's no
middle ground when it comes to raising children.
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