Chapter 1

"Girls, breakfast will be ready in five minutes," Professor Utonium called from downstairs. They had recently moved to another section of Townsville, closer to the high school. This house was a little bigger than the old house, which was perfect for living with three teenage girls.

"I'd love to be down in five minutes, but Bubbles decided to move into the bathroom!" Buttercup shouted.

"Maybe if you didn't sleep until seven o'clock then you wouldn't have that problem," Blossom said walking past Buttercup, actually fully dressed.

"Unlike little Miss Perfect who apparently thinks it's normal to wake up at five o'clock!" Buttercup shot back. Bubbles then decided to exit the bathroom, Buttercup running right in.

"Um, good morning to you too," Bubbles said, more so to herself than to Buttercup.

The three of them had changed quite a lot, both physically and a bit mentally. In twelve years the three of them had grown into curvaceous seventeen year old girls. They all stood at about 5 feet 8 inches tall, and as they were triplets they did have the same sharp eyes and full lips. Sadly, besides physical features and bone structure, that was where their similarities ended.

Blossom still kept her hair in the same style it was in when she was younger, but it was much fuller now and went down to her waist when it was tied in a ponytail, still with her trademark red ribbon. Her usual style when not in school consisted of a red sweater, long blue dress, and black shoes. Overall not very stylish. She had also started wearing round wire framed glasses.

Bubbles also kept her hair overall in the same style, but her pigtails were much longer and went a little past her shoulders now. She was actually the more stylish of the three, usually wearing a one piece blue skirt that helped show off her curves, and a short white jacket. She was the only one of them to practically always wear high heels, and was also the only one to wear make up often times.

Buttercup was always tough, but teenage years made her a full fledged tomboy. She did shock a lot of people when she decided to grow her hair out, which was now down to her waist, but that teamed up with her usual dark green pants, black tube top, neon green jacket, and her black army boots only added to her bad girl appearance.

Right now though, they were on their way to school, and had to wear their uniforms, which for the girls was the typical sailor style uniform. Although that did limit their styles to a degree, they even managed to let their styles show. Blossom still managed to look the most studious, as she wore nothing added to her hot pink and white uniform, giving her a very simple yet intelligent look. For shoes she wore black Mary Jane's. Bubbles' uniform was closer to the original color of blue and white, but her's was a much lighter shade of blue. She wore black stockings and blue high heels with hers, and her uniform had a slightly shorter skirt than her sisters. Buttercup hated the length of the skirts, as she didn't want to show her legs. To cover up, she wore her dark green pants under her skirt and her black army boots.

Blossom of course was the first one downstairs. She sat down at the table with a few of her books for class. Prof. Utonium set a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast in front of Blossom, who began eating, but was still glued to her books.

"You know honey," Utonium said putting his hand on Blossom's shoulder, "Homework is often best done when you come home."

"I know Professor," Blossom said, still glued to her books, "I finished all of my homework last night. This is just extra work."

Prof. Utonium shook his head with a smile. He remembered the days when Blossom would spend hours like this working on battle strategies. It was nice that she was dedicated, but still...

Bubbles ran downstairs and actually kissed the Professor on the cheek, "Good morning Professor," she said sweetly.

"Good morning Bubbles," the Professor said with a smile. Bubbles sat down next to Blossom, looking over her shoulder.

"What 'cha doing?" Bubbles asked very sweetly.

"Science," Blossom said, still focused on her studies.

"Do you need any help?" Bubbles offered, "I'm pretty good at-"

"It's physics Bubbles, not biology," Blossom stated bluntly. Bubbles looked like she wanted to say something, but as per usual, her sister's intelligence managed to stop Bubbles in her tracks. She sighed and went to her breakfast.

Before the Professor could say anything, Buttercup ran into the kitchen and sat down, opposite side from Blossom and Bubbles.

"Gee, thanks for hogging the bathroom Bubbles!" Buttercup shot.

"Well, sorry for taking pride in my appearance!" Bubbles shot back.

"That's no excuse for taking an entire year in the bathroom! I could have been late!"

"Like you even care!" Blossom chimed in, now closing her book, "You could be a whole hour late and not even care! You have been an hour late for school!"

"Doing important stuff!" Buttercup defended.

"What on earth could be more important than being on time for school?"

"Gee, I don't know," Buttercup said sarcastically looking up, "Let me look back twelve years at why we have these!" she said now letting her hand get a green glow.

"Oh please," Blossom said now getting really irritated, "You know damn well the only reason you still-"

"Girls! Please!" Prof. Utonium said, finally having enough, "No arguing at the table."

The rest of breakfast was eaten in silence, all three of them glaring at each other slightly as they ate.

As usual, after breakfast the three of them all went their own separate ways. Blossom gave the Professor a curt "Bye Professor" before grabbing her hand made lunch and walking out the door. Buttercup gave the same "Bye Professor" before running out the door and taking to the skies. Bubbles on the other hand, insisted on being driven to school by the Professor. While driving to school, Bubbles was applying her make up.

"So, did you finish all of your assignments for today?" Professor Utonium asked his daughter.

"Yes Professor," Bubbles replied as she applied red lipstick.

The Professor smiled taking one look at Bubbles. It was amazing how much she had grown up. When she was little she would have cried about anything and everything, but now that she was seventeen she had gotten a lot more mature. Thankfully she still remained close to the Professor.

"Professor?" Bubbles asked, catching the Professor's attention, "Do I take too much time in the bathroom?"

Oh dear, Prof. Utonium thought. Now he was dabbling into dangerous territory. He had never married, and only dated twice in his life (each time ending in failure) so he had no real experience with women. When the girls had their first periods he had a hell of a time explaining that. After that attempt he decided to stay out of certain issues, this being one of them.

"Well Bubbles," he said, trying to come up with an explanation that would satisfy her, "I say that it's good that you take so much pride in your appearance. Now, Blossom and Buttercup don't take as much time, but that's because their looks don't take as much time to maintain. You're fine, Bubbles."

"Thank you Professor," Bubbles said with a sweet smile. They stopped in front of Townsville High, but Bubbles remained in the car next to the Professor for a few seconds longer than usual.

"Is something wrong?" the Professor asked. Bubbles sighed.

"It's just, all Blossom and Buttercup do these days is argue. I miss the days where the three of us spent time together. Now, it's like I hardly even know them."

"They're growing up, just like you are. They may not be the same as they were years ago, but neither are you. It might seem like you three are drifting apart, but I believe things will go back to the way they were before, you'll see. You are sister's after all."

"You right," Bubbles said with an uncertain sigh.

"Now if you don't hurry you'll miss homeroom."

"Right!" Bubbles kissed the Professor on the cheek as she opened the door, "Bye Professor." She then exited the car and began walking to the school. As she walked, she noticed Blossom walking up to the school. She also noticed Buttercup landing a few feet away from the school also walking up to the school. Bubbles decided to take this as her chance to try and reunite her team. She caught up with her sisters and walked in between them as they walked together.

"So, I was thinking, Junior Prom is in two months, so maybe after school we could-"

"Junior Prom?" Buttercup all but laughed out, "Sorry, but not my scene. Besides, I'm going out after school."

"Oh, okay then. Blossom, how about you and I-"

"I can't. I'm going to the library to study. You know, you could afford to spend some time in the library. You're math grades aren't the best."

With that said, Blossom and Buttercup walked into the school and in two separate directions. Watching them, and letting their words sink in, Bubbles wasn't too sure if the Professor was right.

"What's happening to us?"

Blossom arrived in her homeroom ten minutes early as usual. When she walked up to her desk she saw two students working on a math problem. It looked like one of them was having a hard time. From where she was sitting she heard the entire problem.

"So then, the answer is..." the student began.

"Ten," Blossom stated bluntly, getting annoyed glares from the students.

"I didn't ask you for help. And for your information the answer is seven," he said as if he had a one up on Blossom, but she would not be defeated.

"No, the answer to that problem is ten, because you're supposed to multiply first. You added. You were doing the whole problem wrong from the very beginning."

"I'd love to see you come over here and do this problem," the student said. Blossom immediately got up and walked over to the student, wrote out the problem on another sheet in his notebook, and got ten, much to the chagrin of her peers.

"See, the answer is ten. Honestly, it's the simplest problem in the book," Blossom said shaking her head walking back to her desk. She then sat back down and began reading her book. After homeroom, she was on her way out, but her super sonic hearing allowed her to hear the gossip of her peers.

"You saw that right?" one girl asked.

"Yeah, that Utonium is a real bitch," her friend said, "She didn't have to be so mean about it."

"I know, and with Leo's learning disorder. There goes his self esteem."

Blossom stormed out of the classroom when she heard them. She went over to her locker and leaned against it, thinking about what they said. Leo did have dislexia now that she remembered it. How could she have been so mean?

This was the reason why Blossom, who once had more friends than anyone, now was a social outcast. When she was a child, she was always open, but that was what many people liked about her. Now though, that trait of hers turned into bluntness, and it cost her a lot of friends.

"Damn it!" she said hitting her head on her locker. She opened her locker and got a few books for her next class. As she closed her locker though, she turned to look down the hall and saw a face she never thought she would see here of all places.

He had orange hair that went to his shoulders, and was wearing the boys uniform consisting normally of black shirt and black pants, but in his case it was fiery red. He was also wearing white sneakers and a red cap. If the color scheme wasn't enough, the red eyes were enough to tell her exactly who it was.

Brick...

He looked in her direction, and for some sick reason, actually smiled and began walking in her direction. Realizing that she couldn't afford to get in a fight here, she backed away from him and ran as fast as she could without using her powers. When she turned the corner she fell to her knees in exhaustion and fear.

Brick went to this school, and with him, probably the other two...