Chapter 7
Deep Thoughts


Author's Note: Once again, this is in Buttercup's view.


I've been trying so hard to talk. I open my mouth and nothing comes out. During a conversation all I do is smile and nodd; I can't even laugh. " Don't worry just keep trying." Blossom tells me. All morning and all night she talks to me, hoping I'll respond. She's so caring and so nice. One day she'll be married and have kids and win mother of the year. " Super Mom" , they'll call her. Here I go again; I get too jealous. I got to stop this; this is what got me in this mess.

I think about the future and see Blossom as a doctor, or teacher, or-- well, just about anything. Bubbles... a painter, or maybe an owner of a pet shop, something like that. Me... I don't know. I think of myself as a crazy writer lately; even though I'm just thinking all this and not writing anything down. A young Edgar Allan Poe perhaps? What am I saying? But a writer I have to be if I can never talk again. No way, I'll be able to talk sooner or later, right? But if not I'd have to communicate with letters. After all I can't learn sign language; no fingers.

My head hurts, I think I'll take a nap.