A week later

Blaze was softly chewing on her graham crackers the teacher had passed out to the rest of the class. "Awww, Blaze I ate all my graham crackers! Gimme' some of yours!" Blaze looked at her and said, "I don't think you should eat anymore graham crackers, unless you want to gain MORE weight!" Blaze giggled. "Pretty pleeeeaaaase?"

"Fine then..." Blaze broke half of her cracker and gave it to Amy. "I don't need anymore graham crackers, i'm going to become a model!" Rouge said.

"A model?" Blaze asked.

"Yea, a model!" Rouge then said,"You have a problem with that q-tip?"

"Q-tip? What's that supposed to mean?"

"You skinnier than a stick, and Pinkie is just too pink and short!"

"Hey, what's that for!" Amy asked. "Well, i'm just tellin ya the truth, you have to be a beauty expert like me to become a model."

"You are an expert in beauty?" Blaze asked. "Of course, that is one of the most important characteristics you need in order to become a model."

"Ooooh, can you teach us how to become beauty experts!" Amy asked. "Sure, why not, but first, Blaze, you need to eat about 4 Mcdoubles before I do anything with you, and Amy, you need to stretch yourself and get taller."

"I don't think getting taller works like that..." Blaze said," But since your the beauty expertise, you can do this right!"

"I sure can, when school is over come to my house, ok?"

"Okay!" They both replied.

After school

Blaze and Amy had asked thier mom if they could go to Rouges house, and they said yes. So three of the moms were downstairs talking, while the trio was upstairs. Rouge came out her moms bathroom with a box of makeup. "Okay, i'm going to make you all look beautiful, i'm going to do Amys face first! Blaze can you help me with her?" Rouge asked. "Yes, I can!". It didn't take long for Amys face to be smothered with lipstick and blush and eyeshadow, Amy looked like a geisha who put her makeup on the wrong way. "Your turn now Blaze!" Blaze ended up in the exact same state as Amy was. "Now it's time to do your hair!" 10 minutes later Blaze and Amys hair was up in a messy updo. "I can't wait to show my mom!"

They all ran downstairs to show their moms. All three of their moms laughed really hard. "You two look really cute!" Blazes mom said. "Rouge you did this right?" Rouges mom asked. "Yes, didn't I do a great job?" "Yes you did!" Amys mom said.

"Now, go wash it off honey." Blazes mom said. "Okay, mom!" Blaze said. "You wash it off, too, Amy."

When they were done they decided to play outside. "Hey, i've been thinking, since we are a trio, we should call ourselves The Triple Threats!"

"The triple threats...that sounds super cool!" Rouge said.

''Yeah!" Amy said.

Nighttime

''The triple threats?'' Blazes mom asked in the car. ''Yeah, I came up with the name!'' Blaze said. giggled, happy that her daughter was socialising. ''I'm glad that your making friends honey.''

''Me too! They are really nice!''

When they arrived home, Blazes mother tucked her into her bed. "Good night honey, go to sleep at exactly 8:00" Blazes mom said. Blazes mom was obssessed with making Blaze absolutely perfect. She wanted her to be just like a doll. Her mom began putting Blazes arms to the side of her body, making her look stiff. "Goodnight" Blazes mom said.

Morning

Blaze woke up at exactly 6:00 like her mom had told her to every morning. She poured her Cheerios like her mom said. "FRUIT LOOPS! Today is Wednesday, so Cheerios are on Fridays! YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING RIGHT CAN'T YOU! Your not eating breakfast at all! Your supposed to weight exactly 95 pounds and your 98 pounds anyway! Your going to get the punishment now.''

To be continued...

Authors Note: Maybe Blazes mom is a bit crazy, huh? Next chapter discussing this will be up later.