Blossom, Tasha, and I are still sitting in Blossom's room when Buttercup flies back in, carrying Jake. We look at her for a moment, and she gracefully lands next to us all. I see Jake look at us all again. I can tell he's wondering why we're so confused. I giggle nervously and Tasha taps me on the shoulder. I know she wants me to tell her about the flying.
I don't know what to say. I don't know how to say anything. Buttercup just flew. I need to tell Tasha about what happened. First, I need to figure out how Buttercup knew she can still fly. I close my eyes softly and feel that familiar feeling. I don't feel the floor below my feet any longer. I open my eyes and look down. I am about four feet off the floor.
I look around the room and see that Blossom has also risen off the floor. She looks at me and smiles. I slowly fly over to the other corner of the room and giggle. Sleep deprivation is beginning to kick in. The next thing I know, I'm staring at Buttercup's ceiling. "Wha - wha - what happened?" I'm looking at them all, baffled as to why I'm here.
The girls are standing above me. Tasha tells me, "You were flying around the room, and you started getting really shaky, and then you just fell." I went to reply and they shushed me, and had me move down to the sleeping bag on the floor.
Blossom tells me "Bubbles, you need sleep. You've been through a lot tonight and you need rest. We all need sleep."
I wake up and look at the green digits of Buttercup's alarm clock. I see that it's five o'clock. I don't know when we went to sleep, but I look around and I'm alone. I get up and walk downstairs. I see Buttercup, Blossom, and Jake sitting in the living room. They all turn around when I walk in and I smile. "Tasha had to go home, Bubbles. Professor told us that it would be best." Blossom told us.
Buttercup and Jake sit together on the couch; Blossom is on the floor, facing them, in front of the coffee table. I'm still a little groggy and I go sit next to Blossom. Buttercup turns her attention away from Jake for a moment to tell me, "We told Tasha why you haven't been flying. She didn't think it was weird or anything. So, don't worry."
"Well, how'd you tell her?" I ask her nervously.
"Bubbles, that isn't important right now, what is important is how you're feeling." Blossom is always trying to take care of me.
"I'm fine, sis. How's Jake doing? And you two? I'm really sorry, girls. I'm really sorry to you too, Jake." I feel so bad. I don't know why this is all happening. I wonder what people are saying about us. School is going to be horrible.
Jake just nods in response to my apology. I just want to know what they told Tasha. Why won't they tell me? It's not that big of a deal, really. I just want to know how they told her.
I decide to call Tasha. I turn around and run upstairs. I need to call her from my room, so that I have privacy. I jump when I open my door. I look around my room, which is still in the same disarray that it was yesterday. I pick up the phone and dial Tasha's number.
The phone rings, and rings. I finally hang up the phone and slowly drift down the stairs. I look down and see that I'm floating, which at first shocks me, but then I decide that it's okay, and I continue floating down the stairs.
I sit down at the bottom of the stairs, and rest my face in my hands. I just sit and think. Professor walks over to me and sits next to me. "Are you alright, Bubbles? You've been through a lot lately, is there anything you need to talk about?"
I look up at him, like I did when I was five - in awe of how much he always cares about us. I don't know what I can tell him though. I don't want him to hate me. I don't want him to hate Ian either. I know my sisters already do. They don't understand. I know Professor won't understand either. I let out a light sigh and tell him that I'll be fine - that I just need some time to take it all in.
I, of course, know why we don't fly anymore. I just want to know how much of the story Tasha knows now. My sisters probably aren't the best at telling that story. I remember the day so clearly. I bet they don't even remember how sunny it was.
It was one of those really hot days, when the weathercasters joke about putting the parkas away. I never understood that joke until that day actually. The girls and I were flying around the park. We had taken a detour from our usual trip to school, to play in Mojo Jojo's moat. It was so hot that day. We were only five years old. We didn't think that anything could happen on such a pretty day.
We realized that we were going to be late for school, but Mojo Jojo stopped us before we could leave. He said that we were not to play in his moat, because it was not our moat; it was his moat, therefore it should not be played in by us. We flew up and danced around him. We were all happy, and giggling even Buttercup.
We must have scared him. He kind of jumped. He kind of fell - all the way down from the door of his observatory to the ground of the park. We all kind of stopped. We flew down to see if he was okay. It had been such a pretty day.
Sure, we had been in tons of battles. We'd never really lost. Yet, we'd never really won either. We'd never killed anyone either. He was dead when we reached him. I froze. I still don't know what happened. I was told that Blossom called the paramedics. I just fell to the ground.
The next day at school, the kids teased us, and yelled at us. They called us "killers" and "freaks." They made me cry. They made Blossom cry. They even made Buttercup cry. At recess we didn't play. Throughout the day we didn't use our superpowers. We stopped fighting crime. We never used our infamous superpowers again. We weren't superheroes anymore. It could have been such a beautiful day.
I think back on that day and start to cry. I just sit on the bottom stair of our quaint, little house and cry - for what feels like hours. I can't believe I flew again. It feels like I wasted Mojo Jojo's death. Like I ruined his existence. He devoted his life to ruining the Powerpuff Girls, and in his death, he succeeded. I don't know how to feel. Should I be sad that we've all flown again? Or should I be happy?
I sit on the bottom step, and I contemplate everything that's gone on through my life. Why are kids at school so cruel? We didn't mean to kill him. We were just playing. Why did Angie tell Ian that lie? Poor Buttercup, I wonder what she is going through. I dread school. What will they say? How will they treat me? Will I see Ian? What will he say?
Professor walks up to me and hands me a plate of food. I notice it's my favorite food. Professor always knows how to cheer me up. He doesn't say a word, because he knows that is best. I know he cares, and he knows I'm okay.
I walk back upstairs to my room to clean. I open the door slowly and walk in. I sit down on my bed, which is right next to my window. I feel my eyelids begin to droop, and I fall over onto my pillow and fall asleep.
