So now that you are reading this, I Presume that you enjoyed my last chapter. I'm so glad, because I was't very sure about it. Now, my confidence for this story has grown.
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Outside the classrooms, the sun began to reach the peak of the sky. There weren't many birds flying around, since most have already made the journey for migration. The wind was blowing slightly. It wasn't too cold, but it made your nose numb and turn red. Unfortunately, this had not stopped the football coach from making his team practice. He wanted to be prepared for tonight's game.
Inside the classroom, the bell was fixing to ring. Teens watched the clock tick by slowly with anticipation. Some where at the edge of their seats. There were some who hadn't even known that the full fifty minutes had passed already. This small group of teens had included Blossom with her new friend, Buttercup and Bubbles.
They had spent the whole time talking. Most of their conversation was basic things of getting to know one another. They had taken turns by playing questions. Blossom had learned many things from playing such a simple games about the two. For instance:
Buttercup was an only child of The Professor and his deceased wife, Taylor. She had died when Buttercup was only six from cancer. This made Blossom want to cry or hold on to her, but Buttercup had stopped her. Later, she figured out Buttercup was very athletic. She played soccer, Basketball, softball, and football. She had wanted to play for the school, but her dad would sign the permission papers.
Bubbles was almost the exact opposite. She had three elder sisters. Three. She was the only one who had blue eyes, however. her sisters had green, like her dad. Both of Bubbles' parents were alive, and they both worked in the same field. Medical. Her mother was a pediatrician and her father was a surgeon. She did not like many sports, but did have an interest in maybe playing Tennis, only because of the "cute" skirts.
Blossom had told them about her life and what it was like. She had started by telling them that she had a baby brother named Blake. She smiled upon hearing Bubbles squeal silently and Buttercup rolling her eyes from the reaction. She had then told them why they had moved, and where her parents worked. It turns out, that Buttercup only lived three houses down from her and Bubbles was just around the corner.
"This is so cool!" Bubbles cheered. "We can hang out everyday!" Blossom giggled at the bubbly blonde. Buttercup shook her head, but couldn't deny the joy that swelled in her chest. Blossom could see a connection that ran deep between the two. It was like Buttercup made a mission to protect her, for whatever reason. "I can see it now. All three of us going to the mall and shopping and eating at the food court and then maybe we can go to college together." Bubbles clasped her hands together, her vision drifting off to space.
"Slow down, Bubbles." Buttercup laughed. "Let's try to make it to tomorrow first." Bubbles nodded, but still didn't lose the thought. Buttercup's laughter died down shortly, looking over to Blossom. "She's a bit of a firecracker. She explodes and you never know where she's going. She's just excited, because it's been me and her since Middle school and now we have you."
"Yeah! It's like The Three Musketeers." Bubbles giggled. Blossom smiled lovingly at them. She had never met anyone like them before. So sweet, and kind. Full of hope and laughter. Their bond was strong. Blossom had only dreamed of having friends like that. "Do you like shopping?" Bubbles asked, interrupting her thoughts.
"Yes, but I don't do it often. Money is tight sometimes." Buttercup and Bubbles looked at her with sympathy. Bubbles then hugged her arm.
"Never fear, Bubbles is here. I will make sure you are taken care of." Bubbles smiled up at her. blossom's eyes widen in shock.
"No. It's fine. You don't have to do that. " Bubbles straightened up in her seat, waving her at Blossom.
"Nonsense. My parents are well off. I wouldn't mind spending money to help a friend out. They would support my decision too." Bubbles explained. Blossom went to object, but Buttercup placed a hand on her shoulder and stopped her train of thought. She looked back to the dark-haired girl. Buttercup had rested her head in her palm.
"She's not going to take the word 'no'. I would just flow with it." Buttercup suggested. Blossom slumped with defeat, nodding her head. This action made Bubbles cheer.
The bell rang at that instant. The others in the class quickly jumped out of their seats and ran to the door. Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup waited for the line to die down, before getting up themselves. They waved to the Professor and headed out the door. It was now time for them to separate. Blossom had to go to the right to Ms Keane's class, while Bubbles and Buttercup's next class was downstairs. Though, no one was sad because they had figured they all had the same lunch together afterwards.
Blossom went down the hall, her eyes scanning over each door for room 2-166. She had passed several classrooms before finding the one with the number. She peaked in, an uneasiness coming to her stomach. She was alone now, and it made her feel empty.
"Hello, Dear. Are you my new student." Blossom looked over to the left and saw a particulary short woman. She had short black hair that was cut in a bob and dark-blue eyes. She looked slightly older from her image in the photo, but still looked as pretty. She was smiling at Blossom, holding out a hand. Blossom merely stared at her for an instant before taking it.
Blossom didn't dare speak. She only nodded her head. She felt as if she was going to throw up at any second. Ms Keane giggled at her, before speaking up once more:
"It's alright. I don't bite." Blossom blushed, feeling stupid. She cleared her throat before finally speaking herself.
"I'm sorry, but I'm just a little shy. I had no idea how to react." She explained. She lifted her head and stood with more confidence. "I'm Blossom Richards. I've transferred from Topsail, North Carolina."
"That's quite the long way." Ms Keane stated. "It's a small town, right?" Blossom nodded. "Well, welcome to Townsville. I look forward to seeing you in class everyday. Now, I have assign-seating, so yours will be in the first row, third seat." Blossom nodded and walked to the specific seat.
She took the time to gaze around the room. It was an average size classroom. There were many posters that established good writing methods and good personality. There were only a few students here so early in the break period. One she had recognized from her previous class.
Much to Blossom's enjoyment, her seat was next to a window. She could see right outside to the track and football field. the boys were down there, running through different plays.
This school was much different from her previous one. Much bigger. Her other school was one narrow hallway long, with the exception of going to the right for PE. Everyone knew everyone's name, no matter their status. Sadly, That was Blossom's downfall. They rarely got new students, and the previous ones knew to stay away from her. They had all convinced themselves that she was a witch.
Blossom felt her heart lurch painfully. She had tried to make friends there. No luck, however. It seemed that her best fried was her mother. She didn't mind the closeness, though. She enjoyed being home with her parents. She was just saddened that the rest of their family wanted nothing to do with them, until Blake was born.
Blake looked normal. He looked almost identical to her father's younger self. He had a patch of brunette hair on top of his head, and beautiful hazel eyes. The boy was even gifted to have dimples cutely placed on both cheeks. He was only six-months-old, but already Blossom envied him. Of course she loved her baby brother. She just didn't find it fair that she was cursed and he wasn't.
Blossom's Mother, Lilly, hated the term Blossom used on herself. Cursed. Lilly Richards thought of her daughter as a breathing miracle. You see, Blossom was never supposed to be conceived, neither was Blake. Doctors had told the Richards that Lilly didn't have a 'hospitable' environment. When she had figured out she was pregnant with Blossom, she was told that her daughter would die in the womb. Now here she is, healthy and in her first year of high-school. Her daughter was not cursed. She was blessed.
Blossom sighed heavily as she waited for class to begin. A tap on her shoulder made her look up. Princess Who- Morbucks was standing beside her. She could feel the tiny hairs on the back of her neck stand.
"Hello." Blossom wanted to cringe at the sound of the nasally voice. The girl may have been pretty, but her voice could shatter glass with just a syllable.
"Hi." Blossom answered. Princess smacked on a big wad of gum in her mouth, staring down at her unsatisfied.
"You're new aren't you." Blossom nodded. Princess sighed. "Okay listen up, because I'm only telling you this once. I am Princess. I run this school and everyone in it. Stay on my good side and I want make your life hell." Blossom nodded once more making Princess smile. "Good. So I saw you hanging with the outcasts in second hour, if you actually want to be popular, I wouldn't mind showing you around, but you have to lose the dorks." Blossom opened her mouth to refuse, Princess held her hand up. "I'll give you some time to think about it."
With that, She made her way to her own seat. Blossom sighed and shook her head. She looked to the clock over the white board. The minute hand had just striked twelve, making the bell ring. Ms Keane shut her door and took her place at the front of the class.
"Good morning class. Today we will start a writing project. This will be a little different from our other assignments. Instead of having you write a mere page, you will now have to write a three-paged paper." There were awes that went around the class. Ms Keane simply brushed them aside as she turned to her board. She picked up a blue expo and began writing. "The theme of this paper will be, 'love'. I'm keeping this theme broad. You can do it with love for a family, or a friend, and of course a romantic other. Just make it creative." Ms Keane stated. "I will take it up in three weeks, so you have plenty of time. Any questions?" Blossom was the only one who had raised a hand.
"Is there a possibility to play with the other ways to tie the emotion?" Blossom asked. Some of her classmates gave her a funny look. Ms Keane looked very intrigued.
"Explain your question, Miss Richards."
"I mean, like play with the boundaries of love and hate or love and lust. Does it have to be simply love?" Ms Keane shook her head.
"If you can find a way to keep the theme and make it three pages long, then you are on the right path. Now, for today I want a short, funny story. Turn them in at the end of class." After that was spoken, Ms Keane sat in her desk. The students began their papers. It wasn't too long afterwards when Blossom felt a tap on back. She turned around and met the dark eyes of Princess.
"You're pretty smart huh? Well tell you what, do my papers and I'll pay you fifty dollars." Princess offered. Blossom thought about it. It was a lot of money for something that could be done so quickly. This offer also came from the girl who wanted her to ditch Bubbles and Buttercup, however. The money was a nice thought as well, though. Blossom nodded.
"Okay. Deal." Princess smiled and took her phone from her purse.
Blossom turned back around and started on both of their papers. It took her only twenty minutes to get done with both. She had ended her paper with a joke and Princess' with a punchline. Both were cleverly written with great detail. Blossom did make sure to make some grammar mistakes on Princess'. If she paid her to do something so easily, then she figured Princess wasn't the brightest bulb in the cabinet.
She turned around and slipped the paper on her desk. Princess looked surprised.
"Wow. You are smart." Princess complimented, looking over the paper. She put down the paper and looked Blossom straight in the eyes. "Are they real?" She asked. Blossom blinked, confusion swimming in her rolled her eyes, irritated. "Your eyes. Are they contacts?" Blossom thought about lying, but there was no point, so she shook her head.
"No. They're my real eye color." Blossom sighed.
"They're cool. My boyfriend has red eyes." Princess announced. Blossom looked shocked. Someone other than her had weird-colored eyes. "Well, he's not my boyfriend yet, but we're destined for each other. I'll introduce you to him at the game. You are going, right?" She asked. Blossom nodded.
"Yeah, I'm going with Buttercup." Princess clicked her tongue in disgust.
"Ew. Why are you going with that dyke?" She asked. She then gasped quietly. "Are you lesbian?"
"Buttercup's not gay and neither am I." Blossom defended.
"Oh yeah." Princess challenged. "Then why is she all over Bubbles." Blossom went to answer, but shut her mouth. She had wondered why they were so close. It wouldn't matter, but it was something that she would question soon. Ms Keane looked up from her desk and saw Blossom turned around.
"Miss Morbucks, Miss Richards, are you done?" Both girls looked to their teacher and nodded. Ms Keane looked surprised, but nodded nonetheless. "Okay, but please keep your voices down." The girls nodded once again.
"Anyway, I'll introduce you to Brick and his gorgeous brothers. It'll have to be after the game, though, because I cheer and Butch plays."
"Butch?" Princess nodded.
"He's the quarterback for the Macarthur Mountain Lions. He's Brick's younger brother. If me and Brick weren't so perfect for each other Butch would be my second choice." Princess explained. Blossom nodded, taking in the information. "Then there is Boomer. He's the baby and it shows. He has a baby face. He's adorable. If I could I would marry all three of them." Blossom tried not to shudder visibly. Buttercup was right. Princess was a whore.
"They sound cute." Blossom said.
"Oh they are." Princess gushed. "Brick's mine." She then stated, sternly. "You can take a crack at his brothers, but stay away from Brick." Blossom nodded. She wasn't planning to take a crack at anyone, she just wanted to see the boy with red eyes.
"Don't worry. I highly doubt he would want anything to do with me anyway."
Class ended only ten minutes after. Blossom was the last one to leave the class. She wasn't in any rush. Besides, she had no idea where the cafeteria. She seemed to wander around the hall. It was time for first lunch so the side of the school was practically empty. There was maybe three other students walking around.
Blossom walked down the closest staircase. She saw that the hallway to the right seemed to dip in, so she figured that's where the cafeteria was.
"Blossom!" Bubbles shouted. Blossom turned around and saw the blonde jogging her way. Buttercup was closely behind. "We found you. We thought you would be in the cafeteria by now." Blossom shook her head and chuckled.
"I had no idea where it was, honestly." Blossom said. Bubbles giggled as she stopped before her.
"Well now we know that we can meet at the staircase for now on. Let's go. Buttercup, come one." Bubbles shouted, grabbing Blossom's hand.
"I'm coming. Chill." Buttercup stated, finally catching up. She looked to Blossom. "Warning, your safest bet it the subs. That way you can watch them make your food." Buttercup said. Blossom nodded.
"The pizza is good too." Bubbles added. Buttercup nodded.
"Yeah, it tastes pretty good." Buttercup agreed. Blossom chuckled.
"I'll eat a sub. I haven't eaten one in a while." They began walking in the cafeteria. As they got in line, Bubbles striked up another conversation.
"Do you have a change of clothes?" She asked Blossom, who shook her head in reply. "It's going to be chilly tonight. I have some clothes in my locker. You can wear them tonight. Just don't stain them." Bubbles said.
"Thank you so much. I swear, you are way too nice." Bubbles giggled.
"It's no problem. I love helping people. I'm going to get a pizza save me a seat." She called before rushing to another line. Blossom and Buttercup watched her to make sure no one tried to cut her off. Blossom thought now would be a good time to ask about their relationship.
"Buttercup?" Blossom asked. The girl hummed in question. "What is Bubbles to you?" Buttercup looked to Blossom.
"Princess called me a dyke again, huh?" Blossom nodded. Buttercup sighed. "I'm not in love with Bubbles. I'm into men. Bubbles is like a little sister. We grew up in the same school since we were small. I was a loner, though. It wasn't until middle school before I talked to her. She was being pushed around by some Look-a-like, named Brat. She was worst then Princess. Bubbles took all the boys' attention, from her, so she bullied her." Buttercup explained, as they walked forward in the line. "Brat decided that she was getting tired of just making Bubbles' life miserable, so she turned on me. She said some stuff about my mom that really pissed me off, but I was able to control myself. Bubbles stood up for me and Brat hit her. I lost it. I got suspended for beating Brat to a pulp, but when I got back, Bubbles started following me like a baby duck."
"Aww." Blossom cooed. Buttercup rolled her eyes, but smiled.
"I was annoyed at first. My privacy that I always had, was being taken by her, but soon afterwards, I just got used to it. At the time I didn't see her as a friend. She was just.. there. Then, After class I went to look for her, because I hadn't seen her all day. I went into the bathrooms and heard her crying. She told me a boy tried to touch her, so she ran and hid." Blossom's eyes widened in horror. "I got so mad." Buttercup gritted out. "I mean, who does that. Especially to a girl like Bubbles. I comforted her the rest of the break and we walked to class together. I found the boy during lunch and beat his face in, breaking his nose. After all that, I made it a promise to myself to always protect her."
"That's so sweet." Blossom commented. Buttercup shrugged.
"It's the least I can do. For all she does for me."
They had gotten their subs and sat. Buttercup put her foot in the seat beside hers. If anyone tried to ask for it, she gave them a glare that made them turn around instantly. Bubbles didn't take long and smiled when she saw the empty seat.
Lunch went by fast for them. It was a thirty minute break, but only seemed five minutes to them. They had spent the entire time talking and laughing. They didn't even finish their food. They walked together to their next class, which were next to each other. Bubbles had Algebra and Buttercup and Blossom had Geometry.
Buttercup and Blossom seated themselves in the back.
"Mr Jones is a good teacher, but he has a short fuse. He's the Wrestling coach." Buttercup warned.
"It's okay. I've had teachers like him before." Blossom said. Buttercup nodded and leaned back. Blossom smiled at her. She thought back to Princess' offer from her third hour. There was no way, she would ditch Buttercup and Bubbles.
Long chapter, I know. I hope you enjoyed it. Review and tell me what you think.