I'm back peoples!
And I have a question
Who here hates windows 8? Cause I do. Sorry but that is too complicated for an idiot like me. I mean c'mon people!
I also am not a fan of iOS 7. Or whatever...
I swear this generation is messed up. I mean what's next? Touch screen refrigerators?
But anyways enough of my ranting and here is chapter 6, enjoy my lovely readers!
Chapter 6
So here I am in the hospital outside of Brat's room. Instead of going in I call Buttercup. I am not sure why but I already hit call. I haven't called Buttercup since last year so I know this is going to be awkward.
"Bubbles?" Uh! Stupid caller ID!
"Yeah, hey"
"Hey. What's up?"
"I'm at the hospital"
"Oh yeah. How is she?" I described her injuries which were a broken arm, sprained ankle and a minor concussion. I expected Buttercup to sound bored or just hang up but instead she said "Well I'm glad she is alright"
Then (as I suspected) there was a long awkward silence
"Well I should-"
"My mom is calling me" we both hang up at the same time.
I take a deep breath and made my way into Brat's room. My eyes widen at the amount of flowers littering the room. It smelled like a combination of roses and a bunch of other flowers. Brat is on her bed with her hot pink cast propped up on a pillow. Her hair was in her signature pigtails and flowed around her. She didn't look like a hospital patient. Nope. More like a queen. There were dozens of cards on the table next to her bed. She looks up from the one she was reading and smiles at me.
"Hey!" I returned her smile and came over to her. A nurse came in with two more rose vases.
"You must have a lot of friends on campus" she said
"You have no idea" she replied setting the card down. The nurse left and I sat down on her bed.
"Since when did you ditch blue?" I said nodding at her cast. She rolled her eyes
"Ha ha. Very funny. The blue didn't appeal to me so I figured why not" she said. I chuckled. She handed me a card. I arched an eyebrow.
"Read" I looked down
Hey Brat,
Must suck to be in an icky hospital surrounded by nurses who don't know how to dress themselves. Speaking of dressing I found a totally amaze costume for Kristy's part. It is so cute! But anyways you better get well. We so deserve need to win that 1D concert
- Princess
Rolled my eyes and handed the card back to her. That was a very Princess thing to say.
"Who brought all the presents?" I asked curiously
"Mr. Fisher. He dropped these off after lunch." She said
"So, how long are you going to be stuck in here?" I asked
"Until the week after the talent show" She said shrugging. My eyes widened.
"What? Then what about the talent show? You're the planmaster! We need you!"
"Yeah but I need to recover. And I won't be fully recovered until after the talent show" she said rather lamely.
"But you only broke your arm" I said carefully
"And a sprained ankle and a minor concussion" she said in a duh voice. Now I was getting suspicious. Why wouldn't Brat want to be in school? It was not like she liked to learn. Believe me. I thought that she would want to recover as fast as possible so she could come back and be showered with gifts and attention. So why all of a sudden does she want to stay back. I saw her glance at Princess's card.
"Well did you resign?"
"No. Anyways I'm sorry for not telling you sooner" she said.
"Sorry for not telling me what?" she rolled her eyes
"Man you sure have your blond moments"
"What are you talking about?" she took a deep breath like she was explaining basic stuff
"What happens when to the vice president when the president can't perform his or her duties?"
Then it finally clicked in my mind. I looked over to Brat who had a smirk on her face, obviously enjoying my reaction. She raised her good arm like she was passing a torch
"Congratulations! You're the new planmaster!"
Okay. Brat has officially lost it. I can NOT be planmaster! Princess doesn't even believe that I can be vice planmaster. And I am pretty sure everyone else does as well. Well everyone that calls me Barbie Bubbles that is. So my words stand.
Right now I am in the back of Mr. Plutonium's car trying not to freak out. How the heck can I be planmaster? I should resign but Brat might not like that. But if I stay as planmaster Princess and the rest of the school defiantly won't like that. Why is this so complicated in real life? Why can't things be as easy as they are on T.V?
The car came to a stop. "Thanks for the ride Mr. Plutonium" I said opening the door
"No problem Bubbles" he said. Then I made my way up to the front door.
"I'm home!" I called.
"We are in the living room!" Blossom called back. I made my way into the living room. By saying "we" Blossom meant her and Brick. Mom and dad wouldn't be home by at least 7.
"Hey Bubbs" Brick said with a crooked grin. I see Brick as a big brother more than my sister's boyfriend. So I can tell him anything I tell Blossom.
"So how is Brat?" Blossom asked
"She's fine. But I have bad news."
"What is it?" Blossom asked looking concerned.
"Well, Brat is not going to be coming back to school until after the talent show." Brick raised an eyebrow
"So?"
"That means she can't be planmaster for the talent show. And guess who just got that job?" Blossom gasped.
"Really?" I nodded and took the seat in between them.
"But I don't think I can do it" I admitted
"Why so?" Brick said looking down at me with his ruby red eyes
"Well nobody at school thinks I can do it. Heck, one of my so called friends didn't even think I could pull of being vice planmaster." I said glumly
"Who is this so called friend?" Brick said. I open my mouth to answer but Blossom beats me to it
"Princess?"
"Yeah, how did you know?" I asked.
"Bubbles, I'm not stupid. I hear you and Brat complain about her all the time." Man, Blossom is good.
"Well Bubbles, do you think you can do it?" Brick said
"I'm not so sure."
"Well I think you can do it. You are really smart and creative. I think you would make an awesome planmaster" he continued
"Really?"
"Of course" both of them said in sync
"Well I don't know-" Brick cut me off
"Don't you want to show this Princess character and everyone else that you can do it?"
"I think I should do it"
"Yay!" Blossom cheered. I smiled, maybe this would work.
Then the phone rang. Blossom picked it up.
"Hello? *pause* um they are not here *pause* yeah she is here *pause* okay. Bubbles, phone for you. It's your principle" my eyes widen as I take the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hello Bubbles. So sorry to disturb you"
"No that is fine Mrs. O' Neil" I wonder what she wants.
"Well I would like to speak with your mother before school starts tomorrow in my office"
Uh oh. That can't be good "Um am I in trouble?"
She laughed "Oh no. Of course not dear. Do you think you can make it?"
Breathed a sigh of relief "Yes of course"
"Wonderful. How does 7:30 sound?"
"That's perfect"
"Excellent. Well good evening dear"
"You too" I hung up and placed the phone down
"What was that about?" Blossom asked
"Mrs. O 'Neil wants to meet mom at 7:30 tomorrow morning. Not sure why"
"Interesting. So who wants to watch a movie?" Brick asked
"Me. I need to relax" I said
Hopefully this planmaster thing works out.
The next morning mom wakes me up at 6 to get ready. I kept looking over my outfit. A blue sleeveless dress that stops at my knees with a brown belt and a white short long sleeved cardigan on top. I matched this outfit with my favourite black flats and a silver heart shaped pendant.
I made my way downstairs. Mom is standing in the hall texting away furiously. She is a lawyer and a pretty good one if I do say so myself. My grandfather says she is a very striking woman and I couldn't agree more. She has piercing green eyes and her sleek brown hair is always in a perfect pony or bun. Not a single hair ever out of place. Striking she is. I defiantly am not striking.
"Mom, we should get going now"
"Just a minute, I need to deal with this client and we will be on our way" she said. But five minutes passed and she still hasn't looked up. I think it is time I sent a text of my own
Five minutes have passed...
"I am almost done" she muttered. After one last text she slipped her phone into her purse
"Let's get going" she said.
We were waiting outside of the office. Mom started to text again so I zoned out. Apparently Mrs. O' Neil hasn't arrived yet so we have to wait. I gazed around. The school was so quiet now. I liked it much better compared to when everyone is here. The only sounds were the sounds of the office secretaries chatting away and the sounds of their heels against the tiled floor. Mr. Fisher came in and passed by me and my mom who was firing away texts after texts.
"Hi Mr. Fisher" I said smiling politely at the middle aged man
He only grunted slightly not showing the slightest trace of a smile. He was very intimidating. Being the coach for the football team and the gym teacher didn't really help his image either. He was also the advisor for the talent show so might as well be on his good side.
Then Mrs. O' Neil burst in. She on the other hand was a very warm and welcoming person.
"Sharon!" she exclaimed
"Kristen!" mom said getting up and hugging her. Yeah, mom and Mrs. O' Neil or Kristen went to school together when they were my age and had kept in touch since then.
"Come in! Oh hello Bubbles" she said regarding me kindly.
The three of us stepped into her neat office. There were dozens and dozens of trophies behind her. Soccer, lacrosse, volley ball, swimming, art, wrestling, football and talent show ones. There was an empty space that was more than likely reserved for this year's talent show trophy. I gulped. The school is counting on me-well Brat- to get them that trophy and that concert. And I can NOT let them down. I could ruin my entire reputation. Even get banished from Court! All of a sudden the whole idea about me becoming planmaster does not seem so great anymore. What was I thinking? How on earth could I possibly be planmaster? Princess was right. I am practically useless.
"Now Bubbles, you are aware that Brat is unable to be planmaster and the responsibility of the talent show is in your hands unless you choose to resign" she said. I nodded slowly.
"Good. Now I called you here to know if you would like to resign. It is completely fine if you do so choose to do that." I could tell that she was hoping for me to resign. I don't blame her. I don't even have faith in myself.
"Now Bubbles. You have a limited amount of time to make this decision. So make up your mind fast" Mom said putting a hand on my shoulder. Wow. Not even my own mother has faith in me.
"Bubbles, could you please go to the staff room and pick up some cookies for us?" Mrs. O' Neil was obviously trying to get rid of me so her and mom could talk in private. I didn't argue. I got up and went upstairs to the staff room. But instead of getting the cookies, I text Brat instead.
At school meeting the principal. Talking about me resigning
Few seconds later I get her reply
Hey! Sorry. Hard 2 text w/t 1 hand only
And u r not resigning!
Brat, I don't even have faith in myself
Well I do! And I bet bloss and brick do 2!
Well what if I let every1 down
U wont
Well g2g. Brb!
I grabbed the cookies and went back downstairs. The door to her office was opened a crack. I could hear them both talking...about me!
I stopped at the door and listened trying not to make any noise.
"Well you see Sharon, the competition has changed so much from when we were this age"
"I know what you mean Kristen. It is all Bubbles can talk about"
"Do you think Bubbles is up for the job? I mean she is very creative"
"Yes but you see Kristen, Bubbles is more of a follower. I just don' t want her to be put in a situation she can't handle"
"Yes. I understand. Kids these days are barely focused on things like this. All they can think about is shopping " Mrs. O' Neil said with a chuckle
"I know. If only they were more focused"
Then I felt my phone vibrate. It was a text from Brat.
And Bubbs! U have me 2 help u out on da way!
Now I am just angry. Everyone doesn't believe I can do it. Well time to prove them wrong. I walked in innocently.
"So Bubbles, have you made your decision?"
"This is my choice right?" I asked confidently
"Yes of course" I smiled
"Then I choose not to resign" I set the cookies down and walk out into the hallway before they can say a thing. I pull out my phone and text Brat
You are now talking to the planmaster for the talent show for the next few weeks
Wow. That was a long chapter. Hopefully you guys like it!
Anyways, Boomer will make an appearance! *does a back flip*
In the next chapter or the one after it! Thanks for those of you who contributed. Anyways keep em reviews comin! Mostly cause they keep me going...
But bye bye for now my fellow powerpuff loving readers!