Hye guys, sorry for lack of updates! Oh, and one question, do you want me to continue Viva Las Vegas? I'm having second thoughts. I love the story line, but my sister say its cliché.
What ya think?
Anyways, heres this story…
Chapter 4
I sink myself deeper into my seat.
"BLOSSOM GET HERE NOW!" The Professor yells once again.
I get up this time and hover slowly over to him.
Hes sitting at the dining table with his back to me.
I stand behind him awkwardly.
"You broke Kiraa Smiths nose?" he demands, quite calmly, surprisingly.
"Erm, yes." I mumble.
He slams his fists down onto the table, making me jump.
"This simply isn't good enough Blossom. I'm fed up your rough housing. I cannot believe you would taint your powers like this."
I couldn't stop myself. You know when you get that thing when you know you should shut up but you just cant keep quiet? I got that. I always do.
"How have I tainted my powers?" I ask.
I can almost hear his teeth grinding in anger.
"You hurt someone cos of them! And that rotten temper you have!" he yelled.
I got it again. Damn my mouth, and quick wit.
"But, we're always hurting people with them. Criminals are people too ya know."
He banged his fists down again, whipping round and glaring at me. His eyes looked as if they were on fire. It was pretty cool, though it wasn't the moment.
"Was Kiraa Smith a villain!" he demands.
Yes.
"No." I murmur.
"Exactly. God, I'm soo mad at you! I'm fed up with this!" He grunts, tugging at his neck irritatedly. He was starting to freak me out. I back off a bit.
But he just stepped closer to me. He kept backing off then closing in on me.
"I need to…I just gotta…" he growled, pulling himself back then closer to me. What the hell is wrong with him?
It was as if he was fighting off two sides of himself. One that wanted to clobber me and one that wanted to keep calm.
I backed off quickly, close to the door (so I could flee if he flipped), and I noticed Buttercup and Bubbles standing at the door, watching.
Figures.
The Professor made me and my sisters jump when he suddenly shouted "That's it, just get out!"
"Wha, what?" I stutter. Was he kicking me out? He, he couldn't be, not over a stupid suspension.
"Out! I need some time on my own. GO!"
I step out of the room, looking at my sisters emotionlessly. They look back at me sympathetically (even Bubbles) as I slam the door loudly.
I need to think too. Think about how much I hate my friggin life!
Later…
I basically skulked around Townsville on my own for an hour, thinking about where my life turned upside down.
When I was little, I was little miss perfect wasn't I?
What the hell happened?
I guess I grew out of it. Can you grow out of things like that?
I don't know. Does anyone know? If they do, could they please tell me!
I wander through dark alleys of Townsville downtown, and it suddenly starts to rain. And I mean pissing it down.
I decide that nows the time I go home. But, I don't wanna go home. I don't wanna go home to all that drama. Where the hell am I gonna go apart from that place? The streets? No way. Looks like I'm huffing it home.
If I fly I will get there fast. I want to take my time.
I eventually arrive at my door, dripping wet and shivering violently due to the cold. Damn sudden showers.
I gingerly knock at the door.
A few minutes later, Bubbles answers. She stares at me as if I'm gum stuck to her shoe, then her expression softens.
She lets me in, and I stamp my muddy feet on the mat. She takes my drenched coat, and takes it to the laundry room.
I stand there like a lemon, then decide to trudge up to my room.
I pass the kitchen, and sweet aroma of Cheesecake for desert.
The professor is standing there preparing it, and I notice in the microwave, theres a plate of Spaghetti covered with cling film. I'm guessing it was for me.
I sneak up to my room, and lump onto my bed.
I pull my hands over my eyes and cry. What a nightmare.
A few minutes later I hear the professor calling BC and Bubbles for desert. He must think I'm still out.
I sneak back down, and heat up the spaghetti that's in the microwave.
I then creep back upstairs to my room and munch away hungrily.
I turn my computer on and begin to talk to my beloved Flame Boy for assistance on this. I feel so down.
I tell him everything, and he does cheer me up, by the news that he might be attending TH (Townsville High) within the next few weeks.
Which is great. Hopefully I'm not banned by then.
I really like FB (Flame Boy). We get on really well. And treats me right. He doesn't even know what I look like! But he doesn't seem to care! I don't care what he looks like either.
He has a great personality, and that's the thing that counts.
R&R!
