Dooly: Actually, I forgot to mention this. I'm placing their ages at thirteen years old. Easier for me to relate to J.

Hairy Gregory: Yeah, you're right.

I broke the door at school once, while playing football in the classroom. Luckily no one ever found out that it was slightly lopsided and the crack in front of it (we covered it up with posters).

Tonifranz: Hairy Gregory answered everything.

I don't know much about military schools, or public schools, so don't take any facts about those to be fact. The private school details are only relevant to my school. The people in the individual schools are all imaginary, and please don't accept my portrayal of a private school as reality. I don't know a single person that is snobby like that but, for the purposes of the story, they are.

Sorry about the massive amount of notes, but this should save some explaining and argument later on.

Everyone, thanks for the reviews, they really make writing a lot easier, especially when I have a Math, physics, German, history, chemistry and French test next week. Good thing is, right after that, I get to go mountain climbing for a week in Malaysia. The bad thing is, it entails waking up at three o clock to see the sunriseL. Ooh, I really like the automatic smiley thin in word. LJJLJJJJLLLLL. Heh,heh heh. Not sure if it will come out on the web. L

Buttercup shifted nervously in her seat as the car rolled through imposing wrought steel gates guarded by two dubious looking guards. In the distance, she could see a large brawny drill sergeant shouting orders at a bunch of exhausted looking boys. She pulled at the uncomfortable uniform and resumed her incessant pleas with the Professor.

"Please, Professor. I don't wanna come here. I promise I'll be good…for a while…"

The Professor simply adopted a fatherly look and reassured her.

"Now, now, Buttercup. Don't be silly. I'm sure you'll be alright. Look how much fun your new friends are having"

Buttercup looked out of the window to see a group of people sobbing as they clambered through a large pool of mud and then through large bushes of thistles, all the while being yelled at. Buttercup immediately hung on to the Professors arm, refusing to let go. The Professor shrugged her off, then opened the door and shoved her out. A stout military man walked up to the car.

"Ah, Professor Utonium. I see we have a new cadet for us to work with"

"Yes, this is Buttercup. I've sent the antidote X by mail"

Buttercup resumed her hysterics.

"What, antidote X. Why do they need that!"

"Now, they don't want you to have any unfair advantages. Don't worry, this is a very nice place"

Buttercup resigned herself, then sat down.

"Well, I agree. This place can't be all that bad, right…"

Buttercup looked over and saw her suitcase being thrown at her, then saw the Professors car speeding towards the gates as fast as possible. Buttercup sighed again, then lay on her back for a moment before she was rudely kicked by the colonel, then had antidote x forced down her throat. She dragged her suitcase behind her as she walked towards the tiny speck in the horizon that was her place. Cursing resentfully to herself. How could she have known her luggage was that heavy. That punching bag had seemed perfectly light a few hours ago. Gritting her teeth, she continued the long trek.

The Professor sped out of the gates, then sighed with relief.

"Man, that place was scary. Did you see what they made the kids do"

Blossom placed her hand on the Professors arm and spoke with a reprimanding tone.

"Professor, that wasn't very nice to poor Buttercup. And you're going way too fast. We must be approaching a hundred"

The Professor pressed on the brake in response, but, for some strange reason, the brake didn't seem to be slowing down. A moment later, he knew why, they were flying off the road. A moment later, they were back on the road again. Blossom looked flew out of the car and looked at it. The front was almost completely wrecked, and covered with mud. Also, the windscreen was cracked and the airbags weren't a nice touch. The professor struggled free from the airbags which had nearly suffocated him, then beckoned Blossom back into the car, as he revved it up again. He tensed up, and placed hid hand on the handle, then relaxed as it successfully started. He smiled at Blossom, then said.

"Ah, the old bugger still works. Well, I'll take you to school now"

Blossom, looked out of the window nervously, at the long line of Rolls Royce's, Mercedes Benzes, and Jaguars, with bodyguards lining the entrances. She then averted her gaze to her own car, crumpled boot, splattered with mud. She cleared her throat and tugged on the Professors arm.

"Umm, Professor, can you just drop me off here"

The Professor smiled back.

"Of course, not, honey. I'll be sure to see you off safely on your first day of school"

"But…"

Blossom felt herself going red as she felt the chauffeurs gaze fall on her car, as they gripped onto their wooden steering handles, as though afraid it was a contagious disease.

Groaning to herself, Blossom got off the car, with an embarrassing kiss good bye from the Professor. Well, at least, I'm sure the kids here won't ostracize me for my background, right. And for the first of many times thereafter, Blossom was wrong.

The Professor rolled back into the driveway, sighing to himself. He opted to forgo a night of experiments to go scouting for a new car. He felt quite satisfied now. Everything was perfect. Blossom was going to a school to suit her abilities, Buttercup was getting much needed discipline, and he had an excuse to get a new car. Oh yeah, he was on top of the world. AS he walked through the door, he noticed a small, indescriptic envelope on the floor. He picked it up and found it to be from Blossom's new school. He wondered what it could be, then, couldn't be bothered to look at it just yet, and went to pour himself a cup of coffee. He finally looked at the letter. It seemed to be a bill from Blossoms new school. As his eyes trailed down to the figures, they widened and he started choking on the coffee. After the violent coughing fit, he recounted the number of zeroes, then simply fainted on the floor.

Well, the main bits about Buttercup, and Blossom have not started yet, but a small sub plot  I have planned regarding Professor with monetary problems has. I'll probably also have a subplot regarding Bubbles, just as a control to contrast Buttercup and Blossom.

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