The whole day passed quickly, but Bubbles and Buttercup saw no sign of Blossom. The whole thing annoyed Buttercup. She hated the fact that she had to study, and Blossom didn't.

Before they knew it, it was the night before the test. It was getting late, and Buttercup started to yawn. She was so exhausted from all the studying she had done that last three days. She was confident that she was ready for that test. She climbed into bed wanting to get a good night's sleep.

Blossom came back into their room and was totally freaked out. "OH MY GOSH! I DIDN'T STUDY!" she screamed, just as Buttercup turned out the light.

"Blossom, it's only a review," Bubbles said.

"No, I'm not going to pass! What do I do?"

"If you don't," Buttercup started to say. "Then it's you own fault.

"Blossom fail?" Bubbles said. "That would never happen." She looked over at her sister. "You're the smartest girl in Townsville, and I'm sure you'll pass."

"Can you two keep it down?" Buttercup snapped. "Some of us are trying to sleep." She put on some bug spray and went to sleep. (A/N: This isn't going to be like the episode Power Noia.)

The next day, the girls woke up early and got ready for school. Blossom was still freaking out, skimming through her science book trying to do some last minute cramming.

As they entered that classroom, Blossom looked more down than ever. If she failed this test, the Professor would ground her forever. Plus, she would never hear the end of of it from Buttercup.

She kept reading until her teacher stood before the class and started to speak. "Alright, class, I hope you all studied over the weekend. Now, it's time for our test," Miss Keane said. She had a stack of papers in her hands. Blossom was beginning to sweat, when she started to hand out the tests. "Please, write your name on the top."

Blossom gulped and stared at the paper. She wrote her name at the top. Then she looked around. Everyone had already started.

She read every question and answered each question as best she could. She got through most of it, only leaving the last three questions blank, when Miss Keane said, "Okay, time's up!"

Blossom gulped again and with a shaky hand she turned in her paper.

"Alright, class. Everyone can rest easy now. Papers will be returned next week," the teacher said.

Blossom felt more depressed than ever. When she returned home she ran into her room and sulked. Once Miss Keane graded her paper she knew she would be in big trouble.

One Week Later...

Blossom sat in class sweating bullets. Today was the day that the class was going to get their tests back. She had been dreading this day all week. Miss Keane stood before the class. Her face was cheerier than usual.

"Well, class, I want to say that I was very proud of the result of your science tests. Most of you passed with an above average score." She started to pass out the tests. When she stopped at Blossom's desk, and she turned ghost white sitting in her seat. She handed the the paper to Blossom. Reluctantly Blossom looked at it.

Sixty-eight? She thought. It was official. The Professor was going to kill her.

Once the school bell rang to end class for the day, Blossom was reluctant to leave. Once she got her things together she was about to walk out the door, but Miss Keane called her over to her desk.

"Yes, Miss Keane," she said, approaching hesitantly. She had her head down, trying not to look at her teacher.

"Blossom, I'm very disappointed in you," she said.

"I know," Blossom said, feeling ashamed.

"Now, I want you to have your father sign the test and bring it back to me."

"Alright, Miss Keane," Blossom said. "And I promise this will never happen again."

Blossom met up with her sisters outside the school. She was unusually quiet as they flew home together. She could hear her sisters chattering away.

"I can't believe I got a ninety-six," Buttercup said, excitedly. She was flying in circles as she said it. "Who would have thought that all that studying would result in this."

"I got a ninety-two," Bubbles said. "I'm so proud of me, I think I'll ask the the Processor if he'll get a chocolate cake for dessert tonight."

"So, Blossom, what did you get?" Buttercup asked.

She just groaned and flew ahead of her sisters and refused to talk to them. When she reached the house she walked in and ran up to her room and cried.

She heard the chatter from downstairs as her sisters were bragging about their high marks. Soon, she heard footsteps coming up the stairs and knew it was the professor. A knock come to the door.

"Come in," she said, reluctantly.

"Blossom," the Professor said. She was sitting on her bed, wiping her remaining tears away. "Your sisters just showed me their science tests. Would you like to show me yours?"

She reached into her folder and pulled it out and showed it to him. He stared at it looking disappointed.

"Blossom," the Professor said calmly. "Would you like to explain this?"

"I didn't study," she said sullenly. "I'm sorry, Professor. I promise it will never happen again."

"Well, since this is the first time this has ever happened, I guess it's alright."

"Thanks, Professor," Blossom said. "Miss Keane wants you to sign it." He took out his pen and scribbled his name on the paper. He handed it back to Blossom. He put it back in her folder. The Professor left her room and opened her science book and started to read.

When her sisters came into their room an hour later she was still on her bed reading. "Hey, Blossom, what are you doing?" Buttercup asked.

"Yeah," Bubbles said. "We don't have any science homework tonight."

"Just getting a head start on studying," she said

"No, Brother, she's back," Buttercup said and stomped out of the room. Blossom learned her lesson. Never wait until the last minute.