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Chapter 4: Embarking in the Waters of the Unknown
*Eight hours earlier, prior to their visit at McCoy's Military Academy …*
"Oh my God…"
Gladys had asked the Professor to tell her the backgrounds of the girls in full detail, but when the Professor refused to discuss it then, she took matters into her own hands. Entering the vacant room of the second child, she knew she had to expect the worse; a few marks left on the wall, couple things thrown over.
To say the girl was disturbed was an understatement.
Not a single piece of the wall came out unscathed; being either marked with punches, or stained with the dried blood dripping from where the indents seemed strongest. She took out every single frustration, every slight agitation, on the interior to the point of where most overlapped one another.
"Like I said; she's had some problems adjusting…" Gladys turned to see the Professor slowly walk inside of his daughter's room still holding his grave expression from before.
This girl clearly had more issues than he let on. "Are you sure it's just some, sir?" Gladys questioned.
When he didn't answer her, she walked towards him and lowered her voice. "Professor Utonium, with all due respect to you and your girls, my first priority is the safety of the public, so I need to know what made your girls so frightening to the citizens that they virtually gave them a death sentence."
He was about to protest, but seeing the look in her eye he let out a deep sigh and motioned towards the bed "Sit, this'll take a lot longer than you think." Gladys did so hesitantly.
The Professor then joined her at the foot of the bed before he began. "I suppose it all started with Bubbles at a school recital. Her sonic scream came out just as she reached a sharp key on the piano. Suddenly her was covered in these weird glowing symbols and it terrified everyone, including herself. She would never leave her bed; convinced she was a monster even though it only lasted a couple of minutes. We called it Renovamen, or an Awakening. Left people deaf for months. Was all over the news for some time, too. Luckily, she was forgiven. No harm done.
The Professor paused as he raised his head to where the punctured wall stood before him, the images flooding back into his memory. "But I never expected Chemical X to affect their bodies the way that it did. I started to conduct extensive research on Bubbles and saw that her powers didn't just get stronger, but they were going to continue to grow in various aspects. She wasn't going to just fly and shoot laser beams, and I knew I had to expect the same for Blossom and Buttercup. So I waited for what was going to happen."
"And soon enough it did happen a few years after we left the city. At the age of 12, Blossom discovered that she had the ability to manipulate space under the form of certain defense mechanisms, or as shields in other words. And Buttercup…"
"…Well?"
He shrugged. "That's just it; she's never had an Awakening."
"So… she just doesn't have any special powers?"
"Well, there are a few theories. Either she just doesn't have any special powers, like you said, or Buttercup's more of what you would call a… 'slow reactor'." Upon seeing Gladys's skeptical look, he explained further. "According to the pattern, the longer it takes to develop your abilities, the stronger it becomes. Controlling sound and vibration is amazing, but what would that be compared to control over space? And if this pattern did exist–"
"–Then Buttercup would have the potential of being the strongest out of the three." she concluded
"And," he added, "we'd be one step closer to knowing what happened to her ten years ago."
Gladys looked out of the window and tried to picture being in their situation: Always mocked or ridiculed like caged animals.
"They never had a childhood, did they?"
The Professor shook his head sadly. "There's a reason why we're avoided so strongly here. We showed signs that we were different from the minute we showed up at the front gate." His tone began to fill with the bitter resentment grown from years of exile. "No matter how hard I tried for them, how much I defended them, they were always known as 'freaks,' 'monsters,' he paused for a brief moment, 'Murderers…'"
The chemist kept his head lowered as he took out a picture of him and the girls smiling with the Mayor and Ms. Bellum for New Years, not sure what to make of the new circumstances.
"Am I doing the right thing? Taking them away from here?"
Gladys turned to see the conflicted man sitting on the bed with his arms on his knees, looking at the floor as though it had the answers for him. She returned to her place on the bed to meet his face and stated in a firm voice. "Professor Utonium, there's no life for them here in this town. This is the best option they have, and there might never be another opportunity like this! You can see that, can't you? "
He stared back at her intensely. "Gladys… do you have kids?"
She was taken aback by the question, and remained speechless for a minute. "Uh… well, no Professor."
He looked unconvinced. "Odd, I was expecting something different. Which is why I wanted to ask you something. Consider it as a request for advice."
Gladys raised remained doubtful, but was willing to listen. What advice could I possibly give?
The Professor gazed at the window with a distant expression. "What do you do when you see your children's lives slipping from your grasp, but you can't do a thing to stop it? Would you throw away the only identity they've ever known and force them to become something that they're not? Or would you let them stay here with the hope that maybe, just maybe… people could accept them with time. With time, they could finally accept the fate dealt to them and move on."
Noting her silence, the Professor locked eyes with her for the last time to make his point. "So I'll ask you again, Gladys, am I doing the right thing? Letting them go to a city that wanted them dead?"
He then took his cane and left as Gladys stayed on the bed, staring at the walls that glared at her angrily. She let out a deep breath as she realized she could never put herself in the Professor's position to answer him truthfully.
-Buttercup-
-Townsville Library-
"TOWNSVILLE CITIZENS ANXIOUSLY AWAIT THE 25TH ANNUAL SCIENCE AND TECHNOLOGY EXPOSITION-"
Blah.
"BANK ROBBERIES CONTINUE ON A RAMPAGE IN TOWNS-"
Blah.
"AIR FORCE GENERAL SCOTT KELLY RETIRES AFTER 25 YEARS OF LOYAL –"
"BLAH, BLAH, BLAH!" Why is it so hard to find news on the government? Then I noticed a search engine sitting right at the top of the page that could've cut my search down by an hour. Why would they make the freaking thing so small, anyway?
"Po…li…tics" When I clicked enter, a bunch of links came out, most of them about some election going on. I looked at the screen trying to decide which one to choose.
Have to pick carefully…
"Eenie…Meanie….Minnie… you!"
"CANDIDATE GEORGE WILLIS' HAUNTING WORDS LEAVE TOWNSVILLE (AND INCUMBENT MONROE MORGAN) ON ITS GUARD."
I stared at the article for a moment. What the fuck was an incumbent? This was going to take longer than I thought.
But within an hour, everything made sense to me. So predictable, I thought as I shook my head. Nothing but a bunch of cowards. After it was done printing, I grabbed the article and left to meet the others.
Can't wait to see the look on that lying bitch's face when I show her this!
-Blossom-
-To my body, in my body-aah…
(Can you feel it?)
Can you feel it in your body-aah…
(Can you feel it?)
'Cuz I can feel it in my body-aah…
(I can feel it)
It feels good to my body-aah…
"Blossom! Blossom! Check out this blouse I saw in Veronica's!"
I could feel a migraine coming as I let out a deep sigh. "How many times do I have to tell you, Brooke? 'Blossom' doesn't exist, remember?" Of course, it's going to take some time getting used to our new names, but making mistakes like that in such a public place was way too reckless.
"Oh, right! Sorry." Bubbles said sheepishly. I turned around to see my youngest sister carrying six bags filled to the brim with clothes, and the shirt nowhere in sight. "Where's the blouse?"
"It's in one of these bags. I think I left it in the ShoeWorld one, or did I leave it back at Formal Emporium…?"
"Brooke, maybe it's about time you started to try on the clothes before you buy them." I advised. Sure, Gladys is letting us buy whatever we want, but the least I could do is make sure we were actually using her money properly.
"What are we waiting for then!? Here take these, they're for you!" fifty pounds of clothes were roughly dropped onto my chest. "I'll meet you in the dressing rooms!" and she disappeared just as soon as she showed pounds wasn't a real problem for me, but it was still a lot more than I was used to carrying. How can Bubbles walk all over this place with double the weight?
Not my problem, I figured as I walked towards the fitting rooms to see Bubbles waiting impatiently for me with two more shopping bags filled at the same level. It was obvious by then what she was doing.
"Took you long enough! Man, I have twice your baggage and I'm going twice as fast!" I wonder why. I reasoned that I'd give her a short lecture for using her powers when we got home.
"Let's just try out these clothes already." I grumbled, fed up with this whole shopping spree. But within another half hour though, I was back to laughing with my little sister like nothing happened. Impersonating celebrities we knew as kids, dressing up in goofy clothes, taking silly pictures.
Can you feel the high…..?
(I can feel the high…)
Can you feel the high…..?
(I can feel the high…..)
Bubbles gasped when she heard the Black Eyes Peas singing from the speakers. "Ohmigod! I know all the words to this song! Sing it with me!"
"No thanks, I'm perfectly fine sitting!" I giggled.
"Fine! Suit yourself." Bubbles started to twirl gracefully in step with the music as I stared in awe. I couldn't even remember the last time she sang, much less danced.
"La-da doo-dooooo… La-dah do-daa-a-ahh…." she sang with the vocals as she danced around our cramped fitting room. As i sat there, I realized this is the first time we actually looked like normal teenagers who could do what they wanted. To be able to laugh and sing out loud, run outside, eat in public, do crazy dances.
So this is what it feels like, I thought to myself. It was so… liberating.
No, we can't be who we were before, but nothing's free in this world! Besides, who wants to be hated all the time anyway? I laid down on the bench and watched my sister as she danced, thinking about how miserable we all were just a day ago. I could only wish that time would stop for this one moment so that we didn't have to leave.
I had my doubts, but maybe it won't be so bad here.
As the two girls went inside the dressing rooms, Gladys had just entered the clothing store, grateful that she made it before she lost sight of them.
She would have to remind herself to give the investigators back at the Unit a personal note of thanks for their profiles on the girls. It was spot on to every detail.
::Bubbles::
Approx Height: 65 inches (165.10 centimeters)
Approx Weight: 114 pounds
Appearance: Pale skin, light blue eyes, and blond tight curls
Behavior/Personality: the youngest of the group Cheerful, optimistic, curious and very sensitive
Possible Activities: Dancing, Cheerleading , Chorus, and Drama
::Blossom::
Approx Height: 67 inches (170.18 centimeters)
Approx Weight: 117 pounds
Appearance: light copper red hair going down to the back, porcelain skin, abnormally pink eyes
Behavior/Personality: The Leader of the group. Gifted, studious, hard-working, but at times dictative
Possible Activities: Debate, Student Council, Journalism, and National Honors Society
Even from the entrance she could see the smiles etched onto their faces, giving her a sense of nostalgia for a minute.
Her expression started to grimace as she looked towards the next profile.
::Buttercup::
Approx Height: 64 inches (162.56 centimeters)
Approx Weight: 120
Appearance: Short jet black hair, light green eyes with slightly tanner skin.
Behavior/Personality: The middle child. Rebellious, Stubborn, short tempered, very athletic and aggressive
Possible Activities: Flag Football, Lacrosse, Soccer, and other sports of the like
**Additional Info** Invest in anger-management classes. "Enjoying yourself?"
Gladys jumped to see the tomboy enter the store in a cool manner with one hand in her pocket and the other holding a set of documents.
"Oh. I see you and your father are just alike. I was jus–"
"–Save it, I don't care. Gertrude, why are you here?"
Gladys gave her an odd look. Gertrude? "It's Gladys, and Buttercup I think that–"
"–It's Bree."
"What?"
"The name I picked, Bree. But you never answered my question." Buttercup walked a few steps closer as she waited for Gladys's answer.
Gladys proceeded skeptically "Okay Bree, we both know why I'm here."
"Because…"
"Because I'm here as an escort." The agent responded warily.
"Are you sure about that Glennis?"
"It's Gladys," she replied sternly, growing agitated with this interrogation. "And I don't see why I wouldn't be."
Buttercup snorted at her answer, as though it were a joke. "Because I happen to have proof that this is all total bullshit."
Gladys raised her brows dubiously. "Oh really?"
"Yeah, really."
"Then by all means," Gladys scoffed as she sat back on one of the benches with a hand motioning towards the documents. "Show me this 'proof' you have because it appears you figured everything out."
"Well if you must know, I just happened to be in the library and figured I should look up some current events on the city, you know to keep myself up to date, when I went into some articles about an election for the upcoming Mayor," the military student explained in an elated tone.
Gladys lowered her gaze on her slightly, pushing her to continue.
"So, imagine my surprise when I see George Willis talking about some 'conspiracy towards Townsville' and how 'this city was built on lies.' I mean, I don't know about you, but I can only think of one thing that's big enough to make an incumbent ready to piss his pants." She held out the papers in her hand to offer Gladys. "You can read it yourself, it's quite something." Gladys paused for a minute as she put the pieces together.
Taking advantage of her hesitation, Buttercup approached the bench with her arms crossed to where Gladys was sitting. "You know, you never really answer my question Gladys, or is that your real name? In fact, a better question would be who you even work for: This Willis guy who wants to use us as blackmail to score a seat in one of the top cities in the country? Or is it that dwarf's grandson Morgan who's desperate to keep the secret under wraps?" The news must've been only a few days old; Gladys had never been told any of this.
Her train of thought was broken by Buttercup's scowl. "You people make me sick, you know that? Sitting here tryin to be BFFs with my sisters, when they don't even know you're just using them for the same shit we've been trying to get ourselves out of for the past decade! Doesn't that mean anything to you?!"
Anger swelled inside of the agent as she stood to face the infuriated youth. "Of course it does! I volunteered to do this Buttercup–!"
"It's Bree–!"
"–Whatever!" Gladys snapped before quickly composed herself and faced Buttercup once again. "Listen. You can yell, scream, and curse the day I even came on this earth, but the fact of the matter is that I'm still here, and the sort of crap you're pulling your hair over doesn't involve me. I'm Just Following Orders."
The two glowered at each other for a moment before Gladys continued, ready to end this nonsense. "And if you REALLY have such a problem with living in a first-class apartment and going to one of the best schools in the country, both which would've cost a fortune might I add, then you can go straight to Mayor yourself and ruin the best thing to happen to you and your sisters in a long time!"
Buttercup's fists were shaking as she tried to find a comeback, but could only watch as Gladys motioned her arm towards the door, daring her to leave and prove her wrong, her final response clear.
"Choice is all yours."
"What's going on?"
Both Gladys and Buttercup turned to see the two sisters holding over a dozen shopping bags. Bubbles was already squealing to Buttercup about all the stuff they bought for her, but Blossom's gaze was still fixed on Gladys.
"Did something happen between you two?"
Gladys's glanced towards Buttercup for a minute, already knowing her choice in the matter. "Nothing. Buttercup and I just had a little misunderstanding."
"Don't worry; a lot of people have 'misunderstandings' with Buttercup." Blossom snorted before turning towards her sister. "Speaking of which Buttercup, are there any stores you wanted to go to? This could be your last chance to get anything."
Just because she lost an argument didn't mean she should skip out on the chance of getting free clothes. So after a long silence, Buttercup finally spoke.
"Is there a Hot Topic around here?"
-Buttercup-
I bought a couple of shirts and jeans so that I didn't waste anyone's time in coming, but all I wanted to do was punch that little smirk right off that bitch's face. When we left the store, all I could think about was what happened. I didn't know what made the situation worse: the fact that I didn't have a choice in this, or the fact that she KNEW I didn't have a choice in this.
I mean of course I couldn't go to City Hall! What would I say? Thanks for paying for that incredible apartment and all, but I'd rather go back to the boonies where everybody wanted to lynch us. Preciate It! It was a lose-lose situation, and the only thing I could do was grit my teeth and step aside to let these assholes control my family yet again.
"Oh hey, look, there's fireworks!" Bubbles gasped as she pointed towards the sky.
When I looked up to where her hand was rockets tore up the sky in bright lights. Soon, everyone crowded the area to see the show with their cameras and phones close to film the whole scene.
"What's the occasion?" Blossom asked
"There's always something happening down here, occasions aren't really needed." Gladys explained with a shrug, already used to the daily life in Townsville.
I looked towards my sisters as they watched the show, wishing I never looking up that article. How could I ever tell them the truth about our situation? How in over ten years, we're still nothing but a couple pawns to these people? And I knew I couldn't. No matter how much I hated the way things turned out, I couldn't sacrifice my sisters being happy.
I stole a glance at Blossom for a moment. So this is what she has to deal with, and for a brief second I felt a little respect for her.
I looked towards Bubbles to see her looking a little depressed. "Bubbles, what's up?" Blossom started to face her with the same concern.
"It's just…" She turned to me and Blossom with a sad smile. "I remember when Townsville used to do these sort of things just for us."
Goddammit. I felt a lump in my throat as a sickening wave of nostalgia hit me.
"Well, get used to it!" I snapped, getting both Blossom and Bubble's attention. "Townsville's moved on, remember?" With my head hung low, I let myself go back to the times when people cheered for us, knowing those days were long gone.
There's no point in dwelling on the past. "They don't need us anymore," I muttered to myself.
And for the rest of the time, we looked out on the fireworks in silence, remembering what used to be our lives.
-Blossom-
After the fireworks, Gladys went to sit with my sisters with the Chinese food she bought for us. I lost my appetite, so I skipped out on the food. I checked the time using the phone Gladys bought me. 8:07. I was walking through the deserted streets with nothing but a cellphone and a map until I finally found what I was searching for. The sign was spelled out in big letters on an old abandoned Overthrow gate.
Townsville FairMeadow Cemetery:
Don't run from your demons, make peace with them.
Townsville couldn't have picked a better location. Right at the northern outskirts of Townsville was where the cemetery bordered the forest to its right. On its left was the cliff right beside the ocean, capturing the moonlight sky flawlessly. With the cemetery a few steps down from the main gate, I took in the setting of the cemetery from a raised viewpoint to see tombstones lining for days, not even knowing where to start.
"Didn't expect to see you here."
I turned back to see Buttercup gazing out on the cliff side as she walked towards me. From the very moment she came from the academy she wore this faraway expression on her face and walked much slower than she used to, albeit in a laid-back manner. Her bright green eyes were glazed over with signs of pain still present, but not nearly as much as it used to be. Her overall appearance wasn't exactly peaceful, but rather callous to the world. How come I was only noticing this now? In as short as nine months, it was like I was staring at a whole different person.
"Ten years, huh?" she went on, never taking her eyes off the scenery. I joined her as we both looked out at the ocean before us.
"It feels a lot longer though." I responded. A chilling breeze started to blow from the sea as I rubbed my arms to stop the goose bumps from showing.
She nodded slowly as a silence followed shortly. "I'm sorry, by the way."
I shrugged it off, knowing there were more important things to worry about. "It's old news. Let's just try to find it."
And for a while it was just us two looking through the tombstones in silence, until I saw a pair of blond pigtails recklessly looking from every tombstone like she was looking for a lost possession.
"Bubbles." She froze to see me and Buttercup staring at her and stammered for an excuse.
"Oh! I'm sorry-! You see… I was just-!"
"Looking for something?" Buttercup smirked with a raised eyebrow.
"Then maybe we should look together." I suggested with a small giggle. A grin spread across her face as she sighed with relief, grateful that she wasn't the only one thinking of visiting a cemetery. It's times like these where I feel closest to my sisters.
But it was a lot harder than it looked. The grassy hills kept covering over half the tombstones to the point of where you could only see the head, making the search double the time. After an hour, I started to rip through the fields in frustration until I closed my eyes to focus. Think big Blossom, there's no way they'd dedicate a memorial with just one tombstone. And just like that, I saw the head of what looked to be the monument placed right on the ledge of the cliff at the corner of the cemetery. It did take a while flying across the entire cemetery to where the memorial was, but when I finally reached it and removed the grass covering the area, I froze as I witnessed something that made my blood run cold.
"Where's Blossom?"
"Hell if I know." Buttercup mumbled through the grass. "But if I don't find this thing in the next two minutes I'm going home!" How hard could it be to find a stupid tombstone?
"Girls!"
Bubbles raised her head with alarm, "That sounded like her!" and flew off after the voice.
"Hey–Wait!" Buttercup protested as she ran after Bubbles. "I thought we weren't supposed to be using our–" but with Bubbles long gone she let out a groan and flew after her.
A few moments later they saw a huge monument in front of their sister and couldn't contain their excitement.
"You found it!" Bubbles exclaimed
"Way to go, Pinky!"
"This isn't the Pokey Oaks memorial …" she whispered softly.
As Buttercup and Bubbles noticed her grave look, they turned their attention towards the monument and started to lose the color from their faces.
There, lying right in front of the girls laid three statues of the girls as five year olds in their signature poses, a symbol of justice for the city, with their signature quotes at the bottom.
…Commander and the Leader…The Joy and Laughter…The Toughest Fighter… A Tragic end to the World's Greatest Heroines…
"...it's ours."
Time halted when the girls read the tombstone, unable to acknowledge what was right in front of them.
"It's impossible…" Bubbles whispered as a tear slipped down her cheek
"I thought Gladys said everyone forgot about us…" Buttercup said narrowing her eyes in confusion.
"And they have." Blossom responded motioning towards the condition of the gravestone. "This monument was probably made right after we left under the assumption that our sentence went through."
"Well, someone remembered." Buttercup knelt towards the monument and picked up three small white calla lilies which were hidden behind the tall grass surrounding their monument. "These flowers are fresh. Could've been placed just a week ago."
For a while all they heard were the waves crash with the breeze as they tried to make sense of the situation.
"So…" Bubbles turned towards her sisters with anticipation. "…now what?"
"What do you mean?" The copper haired girl replied. "Everything's going to stay the same."
"But Blossom, we just can't deny–"
"I'm not saying we deny it, Bubbles!" she snapped, irritated with the whole situation. "I'm just saying we don't mention it." It was clear to her that Gladys couldn't be trusted, not when she withheld something so important to the girls. "From now on, the only people we can confide in are each other."
"What about the Professor?" Bubbles asked.
"Not even him." She hated how deceitful she was being towards the Professor, but she had to look out for her sisters, and after this morning the Professor getting involved would just be another liability. She held her hand outwards to make the pact. "Swear?"
Buttercup's hand followed soon after, in full agreement with her sister for the first time. "Swear." She responded firmly.
They both turned towards Bubbles, who was hesitant to turn on her father. Blossom gave her a look saying It's the only way. She slowly added her hand and answered in a soft voice.
"Swear"
The next morning at the Utonium –now Underhill– residency, all the girls had their stuff packed for school…
…which was about to start in 10 minutes.
"BUTTERCUP!" Blossom yelled as she continued to kick the mound of pillows and blankets. "GET YOUR LAZY BUTT OUT OF BED! WE'RE ABOUT TO BE LATE!"
"FUCK OFF!" she yelled from under her pillows with her hands gripping the bed frame to balance herself.
The redhead stood back trying to find something better to use besides her foot. She refused to be tardy on the first day!
"Allow me," Bubbles whispered to Blossom, who stepped back to let her proceed. Blossom then covered her ears with a muffled laugh.
"WAAAKE UUUP!"
Bubbles sonic scream knocked Buttercup right off the bed and ricocheted off the walls, breaking every piece of glass in the room, including the windows. The blonde turned to Blossom nervously, "Was it too much?"
"'Was it too much?'" Buttercup mimicked from the floor. "YOU BLEW OUT MY FREAKING EARDRUMS!"she screeched
Blossom beamed towards her little sister. "It was perfect." Despite the car alarms and faint curses occurring from down below, Blossom could care less so long as Buttercup was awake. Her expression hardened as she faced her agitated sister. "You have two minutes before we leave you!"
"That was kind of what I was hoping for…" Buttercup muttered as she rolled her eyes, but still left for the bathroom.
-Two Minutes Later… 7:22
"Bye Professor!" the girls called out before running for the door.
"Wait, but I was going to drop you guys off!"
Bubbles gave the Professor an apologetic smile. "Sorry, Professor, but we have no idea where we are! If you dropped us off, we'd never get to school on time, so Gladys is going to drop us. You can drop us off tomorrow morning." And with that she sped off to meet Blossom and Gladys.
But tomorrow morning won't be the same… he pouted to himself.
"Shit!" The Professor looked to see Buttercup tearing the sofas in search of her backpack. "Where the hell is it?"
"You mean this?" he answered as he lifted the black Jansport bag. "And tone it down on the profanity."
"Sorry," she mumbled as she grabbed her bag to meet the others. But just as she was getting ready to open the front door-
"–Forgot something."
She turned to the professor with her arms crossed as she waited for him to reveal the item that was so important for the first day.
The Professor pulled out a loose choker necklace with the green crystal heart pendant hanging from the end of the strap. It was one of the three the Professor had specially made for the girls, each suited to their style.
"I was afraid you forgot about this old thing." He added upon seeing her recognize the piece of jewelry.
"Never," she said firmly as she fastened the locket onto her neck. It sat below the middle of the neck with the crystal heart reaching down to the center of her collarbone.
They both looked towards the door as they heard the horn of the Professor's 1969 Dodge Charger, telling Buttercup she didn't have much time.
"See ya," she said as she headed for the door.
"Oh and for the record…" , Buttercup turned exasperatedly to see what else she's left.
"I think Bree is a lovely name." he smiled gently.
She soon returned the favor and left as she heard Blossom shouting from the car, glad to see the Professor relax for the first time they've been here.
-Five Minutes Later… 7:27
"Are we almost there yet?"
"Yes, Blossom, we're here." Gladys replied calmly. "You do know that the school gives you an excused absence, right?"
"Who cares?! Let's go!"
As they entered the school's Main Gate, it didn't come as a surprise to see how big the school was, but the design was definitely elaborate, just like everything else in Townsville.
"Whoa…" Bubbles whispered.
"There's no time to look girls! We need to get to class, the whole courtyard's empty!" Blossom cried.
Buttercup responded by rolling her eyes. "Relax, Blossy, we still have a few more minutes."
"Do you even have any idea where our first class is?!" she screeched as she motioned towards the map of the school she had in her hand. "We're on the third floor of the last building, we'll be lucky to make it there even with our powers!"
With that being said she ran towards the building with the two sisters following closely after her. After running across the courtyard and going up three flights of stair, Blossom came to abrupt stop at the door to her classroom and felt a surge of relief. Thirty seconds to spare! She took that time to straighten her clothes and hair and prepared to make a composed entrance…
"MOVE IT PINKY!"
"BUTTERCUP, WAIT …!"
-7:30, just as the late bell started…
The class could only stare in astonishment at the three girls that just crashed onto the floor in a daze, their papers flying everywhere.
Despite how lost the girls may have seemed, they weren't the only ones as Brick, Butch, and Boomer looked upon their new arrivals with astonishment, at a loss for what to say.
That song that was referenced from before was called "Feel It" by The Black Eyed Peas. Christ, what a long chapter! But I wouldn't consider it one of my favorites, though. I was going to break it up a bit more, but I figured that it was better to let it all off in one go. As for the RRB reference, I had always planned to include them, but in due time. After all, my plot's all about the Powerpuff Girls for a reason.
So what will happen when they speak to each other? Next time you'll get to see a different set of POVs! Hope you enjoyed, and don't forget to review! :-D