I'm too late now. My deadline for this story in my plan list was to end it in somewhere in February. I won't tell you when, but it's closer than enough. Oh gawsh, I just didn't feel like updating all of a sudden and tests were so many closer. I wanted to continue the story, finish 2 chapters in one day (EACH DAY)! Move on; write on, preview on, read on, edit on, and stuff. In addition, in school I work for the school newspaper and reporting. As well as… I won't tell you, you-know-what.

So it's still Blossom and Brick for chapters 7 and 8. Some of Buttercup will be in this chapter as well. In chapter 9, it could be a category of them all, but it is all the ruffs and puffs at school. If it bores you still from being Brick and Blossom… you don't have to read it until I get to chapter 10 about Buttercup. I rarely do any Bubbles and Boomer and I just decided to do a most of Blossom story since I really like Buttercup because she's my favorite. I like the blues in second but usually I do them having to become friends, jealousy, but that all just go away for now.

Hope you all enjoy my current story I am writing right now, A Week's Worth.

Chapter 7: Week 7

Day 1

Brick was being thrown outside and into the lockers from English room A-18. He backed up like every time but was too late, some of the locker's locks fell off and the ones that weren't even closed let everything that was stored up inside causing to fall off. He was responsible for this, but the target made him take this responsibility by thrashing him to the lockers. He flew back and grabbed Blossom's hair, threw her to the lockers, and let her feel the same.

Blossom stood up and blew ice breath at him, yet he flew every time it was near. The ice became crystals that shined the hallway, got stuck on the ground. It was as if the hallway was a crystal cave… Some students who was watching the fight went out to pick those big crystals, unaware of Blossom, still using her powers at Brick, flew right to them when Brick dodged all of it.

Before Blossom knew it, she was worried that her power she emerged might hit the students badly. She trailed off with her streak behind and was fast timing that she got the chance to push the students away and cover for it. She screamed to the students to move away and let her own power hit her. But at the very same time, Brick charged his power at Blossom when she was still flying to save the students, blasted with the power Blossom emerged and together it exploded the hallways with a big pink and red blue energy blast rocket. It's not the hallway was destroyed or blown up, it was lit up with those bright colors like the sun's rays.

Brick looked into the fog that the explosion left out and saw Blossom trying to yank away the fog as well and trying to stand up. Her eyes were purple and her favorite bow was torn. Her school uniform tie was as thin as a dime. Her badge looked cleaned off with initials and gold lighting and her shirt was burnt, her socks had blood some places, and her shoes were trying to withdraw her stand… It seems she had saved the students' lives by throwing herself into this danger.

She grabbed Brick by the collar like always, "Why did you offend me?"

"And you got mad and threw me to the lockers?" Brick replied, he was soon leaning on the lockers and Blossom forced him to walk backwards.

"You said I was boring to be in this class!"

"You are. Hey, there's no more path you know, stop pushing me to more backwards!"

Blossom lets go off his collar as soon as she remembers about the damage. She rubbernecked to see if the school principal has arrived, she didn't want to get detention. It's just probably her first time in her whole life.

"Stop fighting me during classes!"

"Well, it wasn't even the start of class! Now it is," Blossom answered him and sat on the floor. "I don't even know if I can go inside with my current appearance now. They'd probably sent me to the nurse's office again and I'd be missing classes. No way I'm going to leave."

"That's what I'm telling you, stop fighting me-"

Blossom hurried back to class and just sat on her assigned seat. The teacher was calling role until she yells, "Oh! There you are, Blossom!" When the teacher looks at her, the teacher clears her throat. "What happened?"

"Um…" Blossom answered. Blossom glances back to see Brick getting inside the classroom. Sure he had a few marks, but not as bloody as she was. "It was… a… practical firework play…"

"Huh?" the teacher had responded. Everyone turned their heads and took a quick look at Blossom and soon they laughed about Blossom's answer.

"Were you outside the whole time or what?"

"I… I was inside," she stammered, she takes her notebook out and begins writing the bell ringer.

"And so was Brick?" the teacher asked. They both nodded and the students were laughing. The students knew that they were laughing. The hallway did not really explode since it made no sound. It only occurred to Blossom.

"Wait a minute!" the teacher declared. "That's not right…" She puts her pen on the top of her head, thinking. "If Brick and you were injured like that… just wait! How were there fireworks?"

Everybody boggled their eyes as if they were surprised. The students knew that it was a joke and the teacher fell for it.

"Were you guys fighting again?"

"No! We were arguing who was much like a leader!" Blossom blurted out. That was really one reason why she hated him anyways.

"So… there really were no fireworks?" the teacher folded her arms. "I thought that weird, fireworks in the morning weren't that usual and… why is it just you two?"

Day 2

"You said that you don't want to see my face again," Brick yelled to her, although it was soft and low. "And you fought me yesterday."

"Shut up," Blossom passed by other students as she went to her 3rd period class.

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Meanwhile, Buttercup was thinking outside of her head, she wanted to go to soccer practice now since it was Tuesday after all. She was thinking all about sports, not even grammar and other English properties. They were in their second period class, about 1 more minute till the bell rings. Sure she was excited for having Physical Education next period.

The bell rang and the whole class dashed their way out. They bumped each other that and that, Buttercup almost forgot to fly. She flew but the people squashed her in and she couldn't even move out of the pile. She didn't want to use her powers all at once because it will cause everybody to (maybe die) yell out and scream "help!"

She had to go a long way through the hallways since the gym was way far. Their 10th grade hallway was located at the end, almost close to the 12th graders. The 11th grade hallway was in front of them and that's just what other students think about when they enter the school.

She reached the gym almost a minute late. She usually dashed out her 3rd period class while flying and this time, she just forgot to. Her head had been busy thinking about what they were going to do in physical education today.

Last week, Buttercup had told my teacher to let put down soccer in their lesson plans because she was dying to play it. She wanted to improve her soccer skills every day and wondered if her teacher had accepted it. Yesterday, obviously, she didn't.

They sat down in the gym and waited for her to call role. She finished and told her students what today's activity would be just like always. Buttercup heard her say when she was busy talking to a person who plays basketball,

"Because Buttercup wanted me to change my lesson plans, I scheme went to let you guys play soccer for two days. Tomorrow will be the last day, soccer wasn't supposed to be on my list for first semester."

You could almost see Buttercup screaming with joy inside her mind but her head was smiling so wide. Everybody moaned, frowned, and other followed by students.

Buttercup's teacher gave her a shrug and moved on. Soon they changed our school uniforms to PE uniforms. They went outside and ran 10 laps before doing their activity. In Fridays, they would run more than 5 miles. When they finished running, she told them to exercise and use flexibility.

Now after that, she assigned teams and did rocks, paper, scissors to see which team gets to wear the red or blue vests. If it was volleyball or something, they would do rocks, paper, scissors for a team to start first.

The teacher had assigned four groups. Two groups will be competing each other and so was the other half. The teacher chose Buttercup to do the rocks, paper, scissors and another girl to win Buttercup. Buttercup won and she picked the blue vests since it was much closer to green.

Buttercup's POV

The teams were deciding who would be the jumper or just the striker in actual championship games. I wanted to be the goalie since I can block every kick they could make; it's one of my favorite positions.

However, my opponents argued that it wasn't fair because they don't have a best soccer player in here and that she would kick it in or not. I gave up on their argues and went to become the striker, it's tougher.

The teacher blew the whistle as they marched into their soccer positions. The ball dropped down and I hit the ball first. You know that it is weird when you play as striker and then you hit it the other way to your opponent's goalie. Next time, I should let my opponent hit the ball first but it only makes my team think I'm bad.

My striker opponent, known as a girl named March, dribbled the ball to her teammate. She gave it to the central midfielder and one of my teammates ran after them. I yelled to her to get the ball from below and she followed. The ball eventually kicked my face when I was about to say something. I couldn't even believe that I lost the ball!

Another teammate of March, a winger, dribbled the ball to their goalie. I wasn't to fly because that's so cheating, but I couldn't let myself. I ran to them and kicked the ball backwards so it faced to my second striker.

My second striker dribbled it and passed it to my center fullback. More of my opponents appeared and it got crowded like they were stepping on our center fullback. They snatched the ball with their legs and kicked to each other, I laughed like they were flocking birds. They kicked it back and forth, trying to leave the crowd area and to their goalie. I stopped them and kicked the ball from below and the ball rolled to my left fullback.

This time, my left fullback who was also as skilled as I was, made it to the goalie when she was trying to make a corner kick. But it could have been much easier with my left fullback instead. My teammate who wasn't really paying attention ruined the left fullback's corner kick and made it out of bounce. I wish that we could retake it but it wasn't even in the goal.

I wanted to try to swoosh the ball to my feet and then continued to move like my plan was held on my head. It wasn't decided, and it was fast. Although the movements were held so short, I could barely even know what I'm seeing. The ball went zooming past my face and I just dodged it with my head left skill. I sidekick the ball once it was rolling on the ground.

"Hey! No fair! Buttercup was going to be smashed with the ball!" somebody shouted as I dribbled the ball to my midst of turning the way over the corner.

"But that's still the same, nobody was even reached past her yet, so yeah she'd have recovered fast to snatch the ball from us," somebody from my team commented.

I advanced to the fences in the right left corner, closer to my teammate playing as left fullback who was watching away for defense of any opponent trying to stretch over me, I made sure I wasn't even slightly close to being out of bounce. I powered myself up and swung my back foot on the end and aimed at the goalie.

The ball went ZOOM!

When the ball wasn't even halfway close, I could estimate that the goalie from the opposing team trying to jump as high and expand her goalie population as big as she was extending the ace. Her hands flew up and her mouth wide open, her eyes shot open like trickled shock, and her whole body managed to get up and block my ball.

My ball hit the net on the other side when I knew the goalie couldn't extend her whole self into what's being left out in the hole.

Everybody frowned and moaned. "Not a Corner Kick again, man."

I smiled as I went back to my position. Though the striker is not going to have a job right now, it's just difficult to keep our teammates in place hand-in-hand, no… maybe foot by foot.

The goalie tossed the ball and kicked it to mid-air, forming an excellent stray behind it with thousands of fire dusts behind the ball. The comet flew past us as if we were being burned up by flames in a straight line.

My first instinct was to stop the ball by dismissively kicking the ball with my feet straight up. I thought my whole figure was going to embarrass myself and I knew I couldn't fly. I had to stop the ball before it touches someone's hands.

But I was too sure that they were really afraid the ball would burn their hands like fishes. In any case, I kicked the ball and rolled on myself where my teammates started dribbling the ball back to the goalie who's watching the action. The ball was completely fired out when it landed on ground. It'd be cool if it was on snow ground.

The other team shouted and panted, "Hey! That wasn't fair!"

"No, you were! Who just wouldn't stop the ball before the teammates can get it from the feet of theirs? Buttercup did the job for us and we're getting it!"

While that chant was going on, I saw Roan, also one of the popular soccer players, snatched the ball from the teammate that had the ball out of her 360 turn. Roan spins fast and kicks the ball to their center fullback. I guess that's way too short since the shoes were all running around and that it was much closer to our side.

Roan had all time been quiet and disappointed in what their team did. She only stayed on the opposite line and had watched and recorded the game to her own head. She finally managed to escape her position and tries to take in with her skills.

When I watched her land the ball to their center fullback, I saw her running back to her position. The Sweeper, huh? Nice option.

Day 3

Butch's POV

Anyhow, the day turned out pretty good yesterday. I man, especially in third period Physical Education. I mean that's stupid too for having Buttercup the same class though different teacher. Yesterday we were not playing soccer like the girls. I wish.

I saw all the fun they had and that the Buttercup team had a score of 15 to 11. The opposite team wasn't bad either. I merely shook my head as I focused back with my class. I was in mad fury and jealousy that I couldn't even play soccer as well. It's not even much for school. Well, you can say there is a soccer club, but that barely does anything.

So I just walked to school today with Brick, Bubbles and Boomer behind. Like I said, I wouldn't give up that easily. Besides, I still didn't know what to do next. I felt very bad for Brick since he and Blossom started to have even more fights since the day I told him to ask Blossom about you-know-what.

It was like a chicken in a scoop of my island. One on the other side just happened to have something occurring and disastrous striking. Not that it doesn't make any sense, but I doubt what will happen next. Gaining Blossom's answer from weeks ago, I still have nothing more for Brick to do. Yeah, I had promised to him that was only for once. However, I had figured Blossom's reply wasn't even enough to answer anything about Bubbles and Boomer. Now that I kept on thinking about it, I thought that didn't even have anything related to Bubbles and Boomer and I couldn't even have done that plan.

I scowled as I leaned against the big tree again. I watched the grass howl out with wavy movements and the wind fighting back against them. It was like mid-autumn… well, it is anyways. I don't even know what class I liked the most this year. And this year, I seem to have more classes with Buttercup. Just that, I want to go to 8th period today. Yesterday was third period. And yeah it turned out boring as I thought it would.

It was one of the afternoon classes I don't have with old Buttercup, Criminal Justice Assisting. I don't if she quit the class this year because I know she had it last year. In any way, I don't think she did quit it. She had loved it, admired it, even though she hated learning.

I scanned through the school's part that I could only see with my eyes. I watched the big clock, 30 seconds until first period actually starts. I remember the second week of school, I had a detention slip and I had to sit right next to Buttercup in the office that afternoon. You can guess how negative it went. It seems like if I hadn't even had a detention slip since that day… thought that's totally not true. I'm a troublemaker and I don't usually even listen well, I kind of like detention. AS FOR ME!

I know, I know, the story just kind of turned out bad at the end. I have just decided to make a schedule for them that I recently know:

Brick – English, Physics in Technology, Calculus math, unknown, Chemistry Science, unknown, unknown, unknown, unknown

Blossom – English, Calculus math, Law II, unknown, Chemistry Science, unknown, unknown, unknown, unknown

Buttercup – Algebra Math Honors, English, Physical Education, Criminal Justice Assisting, unknown, unknown, unknown, unknown, unknown

Butch – English, Algebra Math Honors, Physical Education, unknown, unknown, unknown, unknown, Criminal Justice Assisting, unknown

Anyways, stay tuned! The next chapter is Chapter 8: Week 8!

- ScienceCRaZyZone