This starts at the start of school, while Buttercup's story, Scared, starts on the next to last day of school while Blossom's story, Crazy Love, starts in the middle of school. I have no idea why I like starting off with weird dreams with vaguely familiar (yet totally obvious to the readers) characters.

I was staring at me and a blonde guy. It was like I was out of my body, yet still in it. Hard to explain.

I, or my body, was in the usual blonde pigtails. My/body's neon blue eyes stared at his deep calm blue ones. I was wearing a light blue tank top, light blue skirt and light blue sandals. I had on neon blue hoop earrings and neon blue bangles.

The blonde guy stood in my, or my body's path. His hair was in spikes at the sides. He was wearing navy blue long sleeved shirt, long black baggy pants and white sneakers. He was very familiar.

We held hands for a long time. Suddenly the floor under us disappeared and we fell, fell, fell.

BRIIIIIIING!

Thank goodness I woke up. I wonder if it was a nightmare or a vision or whatever. I shook my head. First day of school. I was going to study at Pokey Oaks High, along with Buttercup and Blossom. I was glad I knew some people at Pokey Oaks High.

Ah. I stared at my room. My walls were a light blue with white bunnies as a border. I had a large case full off stuffed toys. Only one of my stuffed toys never stays in there, and he's Octi. He was quite the same, except a little dirty and torn at some parts (I mean, he is like, more than 12 years old or something). Octi is always with me, even at school. I leave him in my locker and bring him back home when school's over. I don't care if people judge me. Well, I do… but just a little. Okay, okay, a lot. But so far no one but Dani knows that. I know, I'm too old for stuffed toys, but mine are a collection (okay, more of an addiction) and I only play with Octi. Oh, alright, I can't lie, I do play with my 'dollies'.

I have a purple teddy bear with huge dark blue eyes and a red bow tie that I named Mr. Jiggy and gave a smart personality, a white bunny with sky blue eyes hugging a heart who I named Whiskers and gave a loving personality, a white dog with brown splotches, a scarf and a hat named Sally with a shy personality, another one just like Sally but lost it's hat and scarf and totally thin (Very old. Buttercup used to strangle its neck and body to annoy me) named MJ (for Mikey Jay) who has a crazy mixed up personality, a large lion with a huge mane and whiskers named Rex with a tough personality, a blue bird with goggles named Chickie who I gave an adventurous personality, a green alligator named Ardee with a cunning personality, a zebra with roller skates named Zippy with a sportsy personality, a blue and white unicorn with a saddle with tassels who can do magic and has an eccentric streak, a pinkish white cat named Samantha with a very sassy personality and a large pink mouse named Squeaks with a shy, timid and careful personality (like Blossom). I usually talk to them with my problems.

I dressed in a pale blue shoulder less shirt with neon blue streaks and dark blue squiggly lines and electric blue lines at the bottom right, neon blue bangles with yellow, orange and red stars, a plain neon blue skirt, pale blue leg warmers with neon blue triangles and white sneakers with yellow stars, light blue glitter and silvery moons all over them. My hair was tied in two short pigtails with neon blue scrunchies.

I went downstairs to the dining room. Buttercup was dress in a neon green short sleeved shirt with a forest green long sleeved shirt underneath, long baggy pants, a green watch and her usual 'do. Blossom was wearing a plain short sleeved white shirt with a light pink tie and a light pink long sleeved shirt and a light pink skirt with white stockings and Mary Jane shoes. Her hair was pulled back with her red bow and she was wearing her brand new light pink glasses. The Professor was in his usual lab coat. We decided to walk to school, instead of being driven or flying to Pokey Oaks High, even though most people here in Townsville knew about our powers. Blossom was ten paces in front of me while Buttercup was ten paces behind me.

School started with a ceremony. I was late because I stayed in the school bathroom. I was way too shy to face anyone now. As the ceremony ended, I went upstairs. What I saw made me stop dead. Professor Utonium (Dad) was there!

"Dad, what are you doing here?" I half shrieked.

"Didn't you hear me at your ceremony? I was a special guest!" he beamed.

"But…"My eyes started to fill with tears"I wasn't at the ceremony!" I gasped out.

"Oh honey… are you shy?"said Dad.

"Yes. Yes I am… what if they treat us like freaks? Like when we were born?" This time, I was crying. I'm too much of a baby. I'm just so sensitive…

The other kids climbed up the stairs, I was at the top floor. They passed us by and I was sure they were whispering about the crying superhero. With my super hearing, I heard snatches of 'Bubbles', 'superhero', 'crying?' and 'baby' from the passersby. Even with my normal hearing I could hear them.

"I have to go now honey… just be a brave little girl while Daddy's gone." He said, as he walked away.

I trudged to my class, section A. I was late. I'm sure what they saw was a girl with a tear stained face and huge weird red and blue eyes. They were staring at me. I chose a seat near the front without looking at anyone and covered my face with my hands. I peeked out and tried to see familiar faces… no one but that boy in my dream. I used my supervision and found out that he was none other than Boomer Jojo. I gaped. He was wearing a navy blue cap, hiding his deep calm blue eyes but not his darkish blonde hair and holding a sketch pad. An artist! Wow. I'm attracted by artists. I'm on the creative side myself. He was wearing a dark blue hoodie and baggy brown pants and white sneakers. He wasn't stylish, but he is a boy. I also saw Princess Morbucks, Butch Jojo, Mike Believe and Buttercup. Blossom is probably in different section. The teacher was some weird bald guy. The guy was known for his super strictness and crazy humor. Tsk. Just my luck. I still have to survive the rest of the day, and worse, the rest of the school year.