Sorry I had a little writer's block, but finally got through it

Blossom's POV

For the first time in so long, Bubbles and I actually sat next to each other in class. Bubbles is actually really good at chemistry, she just hates it. Probably because our teacher, Dr. Mitchell, is a bit uptight.

"I hope you all have been studying, because today is test day!" Dr. Mitchell said, clearly excited to fail half the class. Some people were muttering under their breath about how they forgot; others muttered about how they hated Dr. Mitchell. She passed out the tests and everyone began.

After half an hour passed, I finished. I was tired after reading the seemingly endless amount of word problems, so I laid my head on the table and fell asleep. I woke up after a while to see that class still had 10 minutes left. The dream I had was stranger than any other dream I have ever had before. It was like a horror film playing in my mind. All I could remember about it is hearing a high pitched laughed followed by a bright blue light, then black. Ugh, my head hurt just thinking about it.

Soon enough, class finished and students filed out of their classes to get ready for the next. I just couldn't get my head to not think about that voice echoing through my head. It was so familiar yet so alien. The blue light kept flashing through my eyes. I was so blanked out I didn't notice I had just knocked down a new girl.

"Oh sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going," I said reaching my hand to her. She grabbed it and pulled herself up. "It's ok," the girl said in a thick southern accent. She brushed away her golden blonde locks away from her face. She had small, sea green eyes. "My name is Bridgette," she said. "I'm Blossom,'' I replied. "Being new here must be really hard," I said. "Yeah, especially if you hang out with Princess," Bridgette said, "People keep assuming I am stuck up, but I'm not." "I feel bad for you, I've known Princess since we were five, she's always been a priss," I explained, "But when we were 12, I found out her mother had died when she was just 3, so I have always been nice to her since." "Only because her mother died?" she questioned me. "No, it's because I understand what it's like to lose a family member at such a young age," I explained, croaking up a bit. I bit back my tears, remembering it will never happen again. I am not losing you again. "Oh, I'm sorry if that brought back bad memories," Bridgette said, apologetically. "No it's ok, they're only memories after all," I said, smiling.

"So what's your next class?" I asked her. "Creative writing," she said, pointing to her class schedule. "Oh my sister has that class next," I said. "Bubbles!" I yelled to call the attention of my blonde haired sister. She turned around and walked to me and Bridgette. "Can you show Bridgette, here, to the Creative Writing class?" "Yeah, of course," she said grabbing Bridgette's arm and pulling her off to the class. My next class was my least favorite, AP Calculus. "Ugh, let's just get this class over with," I sighed.

Bubbles's POV

I walked the new girl down to the Creative Writing class and introduced her to the teacher. "Who is that Bubbles?" Raven asked me as soon as I sat down. "Her name is Bridgette," I said, "Apparently she stars in a TV show." "You two don't know who she is?" Helen asked. "We know her name is Bridgette, but that's as far as our knowledge goes," Raven replied. "She's Bridgette Hills, star of Smart City," Helen said, expecting us to know what the hell that was. "Smart City is this really cool T.V. show that might be getting cancelled due to some circulating rumors about the director," Helen said, replying to our confused looks. "What rumors?" I asked. "Some people say that the director was sexually assaulting some of the female extras," Helen explained. "That's disgusting," Raven said. "Yeah, she is an awful mom too," Helen continued. "She?" I asked, in astonishment. "Yeah, she" Helen said, pausing her story about the director's motherhood. "So as I was saying, she once bought her son cocaine and allowed him to drink alcohol at just 10 years old." "She should be in jail," Raven said, clearly mad. "Apparently they were just "rumors", but no one is buying what she's selling," Helen said.

"Class, please welcome our new student, Bridgette Hills," the teacher said, cutting our conversation short. I saw him whisper something to Bridgette and she walked up to my group and sat down. "Well then, let's start today's lesson," he said.

As he started, I zoned out and looked down at my notebook. I flipped through it and saw my after school To-Do's. I forgot I had an Art Club meeting and a Green Teens meeting, as well. Adding to my Cheer practice. I groaned in my head. And I was supposed to make a hair appointment for Raven and me. It'll just wait until tomorrow. Then there's Princess's party tonight. Oh no! I forgot to ask Buttercup if she could babysit Raven's brother tonight. I need to do that. I have so much on my plate. Saturday, I'm going to the spa to relax.

"Bubbles, are you paying attention?" Raven asked, noticing I was just staring at my notebook. "Oops, what has he said so far?" I asked her. "I took notes ," Raven said, "I'll show you after class." "Thanks," I said, with huge gratitude. After 10 more minutes of me being clueless of what the teacher was talking about, class ended.

Raven and I went straight to her locker and I took photos of her notes. "So, Bubbles, have you asked Buttercup about babysitting?" Raven asked me. "I need to do that, so I'll tell you during lunch, kay'?" I told her. "Raven, when will it be convenient for the hair dye process?" I asked her, "My stylist is amazing with hair." "How about Saturday around 3?" Raven asked. "Great, I can invite Helen, 'cause I wanted to go to the spa on Saturday," I said, "So we can do it at 6, seems dying takes a while." Raven smiled and walked off, most likely to her next class. I quickly ran to Buttercup's locker to ask her if she could babysit.

"Buttercup!" I yelled across the hallway. I saw my raven-haired sister turn around. "What's up?" she asked. I panted to catch my breath. "Raven wants to know if you can babysit tonight, while she's at Princess's party?" I asked. "Yeah, I already beat the crap out of Darren," Buttercup said, triumphantly. "So when do I have to be there?" "I guess around 9, so I can pick Raven up too," I said. She nodded and went off to her next class. I should get going before the bell-it rung. I quickly dashed to my next class.

*That night*

I had been messing up my closet for the past 14ish minutes and I still have no outfit. Bunny walked into my room and noticed my whole closet on the floor and bed. "I have the perfect outfit for this cold that is both fashionable and cozy," she said, leading me to her room. "We wear the same size right?" she asked. "Yeah, I think so?" I said, unsure.

She looked through her closet and pulled out the outfit. Honestly, she was right, the assemble looked amazing. It was a white halter top and a four button, high-waist, black pants. She also pulled out an over-sized, black, leather jacket. "Wear some black flats or wedge booties and you'll look perfect," Bunny said. "Thanks, Bunny," I told her grabbing the clothes and putting them on. My wavy hair went perfectly with the outfit. I knocked on Buttercup's door and called out for her.

She stepped out. "Buttercup, you look so casually amazing! I exclaimed, complimenting her outfit. She had blue jeans and a black T-shirt with a white tiger silhouette. She had laced, black, chunky heel booties. "Yeah, yeah, let's go," she said, impatiently.

Blossom was downstairs watching TV in her pajamas. "Blossom, I thought you were coming?" I asked her. She turned her head and said, "There is a new episode of Music Mayhem, and I don't want to miss it." I giggled, "Whatevs." I grabbed Bunny's camera and her car keys. Unlocking the ocean blue convertible, I got inside and drove off to Raven's house.

I knocked on the door and Raven's little brother answered it. "Hi Bubbles, Buttercup," he greeted. "Hey Romeo, ready for some fun tonight," Buttercup asked. Before he could answer I heard Romeo's mom yell. "Romeo, how many times do I have to tell you not to open the door!" Romeo's mom came to the door and smiled. "Hello, Bubbles, Buttercup," she greeted us with her thick Spanish accent. "Seems, you are here, I can go to work, bye Romeo," she said walking out to her car. "Hey, Romeo, where's your dad?" Buttercup asked. "He went to work already," Romeo replied. Romeo's mom was a doctor at one of Townsville's hospitals and Romeo's dad was a pilot. "Cool," Buttercup said, walking inside the house. "Where's your grandmother?" Buttercup asked looking around the room. "She's with my auntie in Florida." Buttercup nodded and plopped on the couch. Romeo did the same. "Honestly Buttercup, you're rubbing off on him," I laughed. "Thanks," she said. "I didn't say it was a good thing." "You'll pay for that Bubbles," Buttercup laughed.

"Raven!" I yelled, "You ready?" Raven came rushing downstairs. "Let's go pick up Helen," she said. "Thanks again Buttercup," she said as we left the house. "Ready to have some fun?" I asked. "Let's ride," she replied, getting into the passenger side.

I had a serious case of writers block. Honestly, it was like my imagination turned off. Luckily I turned it back on.