A PLACE TO CALL HOME

Okay, so you readers want more, so I'll deliver. These first two chapters will be sort of the prologue for the story.

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Dear Diary,

Hey, it's me Blossom. Sorry I haven't written in a while, what with getting ready for my upcoming SAT's and needing to prepare for our upcoming graduation. On top of that, I've been trying to find the perfect anniversary gift for Boomer. I can't believe it's been ten years since he became our brother. Man, how time flies.

It's so hard to imagine how our lives would be without him. It feels so weird that he used to be our enemy; fighting us, grossing us out, and just generally hating us because of who we were. Looking back, it still sickens me somewhat on how Boomer became part of our family, but I'm glad it happened. I just wish Boomer wouldn't have had to suffer the way he did to get here. But, he's grown so much in the time he's been with us, that I'm proud of him.

To think the whole thing started with a pet. It had been a week since all our enemies had disappeared and we were getting restless. Dad finally gave in to our pleas, well more Bubbles pleas, and said we could get a pet. Bubbles knew a place that had a lot of strays hanging around and Buttercup and I agreed that Bubbles could pick the pet, as long as it was a dog; I called that; and Buttercup could pick the name.

I didn't know what to think when Bubbles came back an hour later with Boomer. I hope I never have to see the look on her face as she walked in with him again. The torment and despair on her face awoke something in me, and I felt that I would have done anything for her to rid her of that look. And I hope to never see Boomer in the state I saw him that day ever again.

He was pale, paler than I had ever seen him, well, the parts of his skin that weren't covered in bruises and scratches. His right eye was heavily bruised and swollen and his left leg looked bent in an odd angle. He looked so helpless in Bubbles' arms and an overall feeling of protectiveness washed over me at that time.

I helped Bubbles bring him to the lab and as our father worked on his injuries, I knew in my head that there needed to be a major family meeting. Dad saw our uneasiness as we watched him work and quietly told Buttercup and me to start clearing out the spare room next to our rooms. Bubbles refused to leave Boomer, even though I knew she hated seeing him look like that. Buttercup seemed to be on edge the entire time we were cleaning out the spare room and at one point, she left for twenty minutes. Still to this day, I'll never mention the fact I could see faint tear tracks on her face.

We worked until Dad called us down for dinner and as we waited for Bubbles to bring Boomer up, Dad had told us everything he had found out. It wasn't until we began eating, that we found out much of the true damage. Boomer wouldn't look us in the eyes and seemed uncomfortable to be there. Any sudden movement and he would flinch. I know Bubbles didn't catch on to it at first, but I know Buttercup and I did.

It's been a long road for Boomer, both physically and emotionally; for us as well. There was always that doubt buried deep in our minds that Boomer would bolt at any time, especially if his brothers came back. He never went out and told us that his brothers were the ones that beat him up, even when Dad asked his questions to him, but I believe Boomer didn't need to. We all knew in the bottoms of our hearts.

Through these years, Boomer has grown up with the love and support that all children should need. I'm proud to call him my brother. I dread the day if and when our villains will come back, but hopefully we've made a great enough impact for Boomer to remain on our side.

Well, this entry is getting long and I need to get ready for bed. I can already hear Dad making our nightly hot chocolate. Goodnight.

Love, Blossom

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There will be more to the story. This is just a prologue. The next chapter will start the actual story.

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