Zshizshibaby-Blossom is better as a teacher.
Pookie-Should have put her as a doctor.
Zshizshibaby-Teacher!
Pookie-Doctor!!
Blossom-Do I have a say in this?
both-Go back to bed!!! Zshizshibaby doesn't own much!!!
Chapter two: Song of Heartache…
The rest of the day, children worked, played, did their thing as Blossom taught. One little girl was drawing a picture and Blossom looked over her to see what it was. "What are you drawing?"
"A picture of you."
"Oh, how nice."
"…Why do you always look sad?" Blossom looked a little surprised. She certainly didn't act sad around them.
"Do I look sad?" She asked.
"You smile a lot, but it's in your eyes."
"In my eyes?"
"My big sister smiles a lot, but she hardly ever talks because she's sad. In her eyes, there's always a mixture of grief and loneliness and whenever she's alone, she gets really quiet, 'specially 'round new people. You smile a lot and are really friendly, but there's a mixture of grief, loneliness, and misery in your eyes. No one else can see it, but I notice it." She was surprised she knew this many words.
"…Uhhmm…"
"Do you miss somebody?" This question took her back into her past. Flashbacks of her and Brick flooded her brain and she stared blankly at the picture she was drawing. She could tell it was her because of her long red hair and it was labeled 'Ms. Utonium smiling'. The question swirled in her head when it came to be recess. Pictures of her and Brick by the pond, them at their first date, their first kiss, his first trick and all of them after that, her calls (some ignored and some not), him coming to her fourteenth b-day party…then his betrayal. Him laughing at her and mocking her and Brick standing with some girl with brown hair and golden eyes and probably much prettier than she was. That last flashback set her to tears.
"June 13...June 13..." She whimpered, crouching under her desk.
I wish for this night-time to last for a life-time
The darkness around me - shores of a solar sea
Oh how I wish to go down with the sun
Sleeping
Weeping
With you…" She sung quietly as she rocked back and forth. One little boy, much younger than the others, came in to find her crying.
"Ms. Utonium…?" He said, looking under the table. "Don't cry…are you scared?" She looked at him. "Don't be scared. I'm here with you…" He said. She smiled and hugged him.
"No, Honey, it's nothing…I'm just a bit…overwhelmed at the moment…you can go back outside and play for a little more…" Blossom got him outside and went back inside, grading worksheets to keep her from crying again. Soon, kindergarten was over with and Blossom felt like she was going to burst into tears and sadness anytime now. She hurried away from the school after the parents picked them up and went towards the long way towards her home. The way was usually deserted of people and she needed that in case she began crying. It was better to cry alone than cry and have people ask what was wrong. There were very few people on this street. She sat down and felt like crying. Instead, she felt the urge to just…sing…instead of cry. Crying made it worse anyway.
"The sun is sleeping quietly
Once upon a century
Wistful oceans calm and red
Ardent caresses laid to rest
For my dreams I hold my life
For wishes I behold my nights
A truth at the end of time
Losing faith makes a crime" Bubbles heard the singing and stopped to listen. She knew it was Blossom singing because she did it before. She sang…for Brick. She remembered. Blossom and Brick had gone to the park and she sang for him. He told her that she had a beautiful voice. That's why Blossom doesn't sing as much. She decided to sing too.
"I wish for this night-time to last for a life-time
The darkness around me - shores of a solar sea
Oh how I wish to go down with the sun
Sleeping
Weeping
With you" There was Bubbles' voice. Buttercup heard it as she walked outside the gym to get some air. Her gym clothes were breezy today, which was good because it was hot. Buttercup remembered Bubbles singing at a talent show and she won first prize for it. She's a bit better at rock 'n' roll than pop, but she was still good at mostly other songs. Time for something she hadn't done in a while.
"Sorrow has a human heart
From my God it will depart
I`d sail before a thousand moons
Never finding where to go
222 days of light
Will be desired by a night
A moment for the poet`s play
Until there`s nothing left to say" They were in different parts of the city with different people listening to them sing. Their voices were heard everywhere and where in perfect harmony. People stopped their honking, their hollering, their talking, and listened. Such sweet voices. Soon they all started to sing the same lines.
"I wish for this night-time to last for a life-time
The darkness around me - shores of a solar sea
Oh how I wish to go down with the sun
Sleeping
Weeping
With you" They sang the same lines and felt the same way. Blossom's voice was first, lower, more sad, the leader. Bubbles' voice was second, sweet, high, smooth, the sweetest. Buttercup's was last, passionate, medium, the strongest. Soon the singing ended and the cheers were the only sounds there. People shouted and cheered and clapped and cried in happiness. Blossom felt a bit embarrassed by it, Bubbles was giddy, Buttercup felt the same as Blossom. Instead of doing encores all night, they rushed home, ordered Chinese food, and sat down at the couch.
"…Maybe…we were supposed to do that…" Bubbles said. "Like…did you see all those people clapping for us…maybe we're supposed to be stars, not a gym physician, a gardener, and a kindergarten teacher." She said.
"…But, I love my students…I love children…" Blossom said.
"I really don't want to be wearing heels all the time you know. I actually like working out."
"…Yeah, and flowers are my thing. Taking care of things is my passion. I wish I had become a nurse…" There was silence. "But, I just have this…feeling…that we're going to do something and be something great." They shrugged it off and went to bed, except for Blossom, who went back to her window and stared out it for about two hours.
"…June 13..."
Zshizshibaby-I made her sound like she was doped up!!
Blossom-I'm right here. *Grouchy*
Zshizshibaby is slowly backing away
Pookie-Looks like I'm going to be typing the story while Zshizshibaby runs away from an enraged puff...