Chapter 6: Fate
Blossom's POV
Oh. My. God. Quickly, I rush over to help the Gr. 5 girls in their weakened stature, all four hunched over and collectively grasping their stomachs. Their skin is so pale, even Eve would be jealous. Buttercup heaved her lunch onto the floor. How did they all get sick? They were fine one moment, then Bam! It's like the flu apocalypse hit! Carefully, I escort all of them into the nurses room and order them to sit down on the bed. I call a supervising teacher and quickly fill her in on what's happening, before I make my way to the class to tell our teacher. I don't think the girls will be able to stay in school. They'd better get home. Suddenly, as I round the corner to our class, a horrible thought hits me like a Brick wall. I'm going to be alone. All by myself, with the company of the boys. How reassuring, I mumble sarcastically in my mind. However, I don't notice that I've voiced out my thoughts before it's too late.
"Blossom, is there something you'd like to talk about?" The teacher asks, slight concern sprinkling her usually cheery features. Taking a short breath to collect myself, I spill all about the girls sickened conditions, "Oh dear, I knew they should have stayed home" Ms. Keane whispers quietly to herself, but I catch every word. So they were sick to begin with, how convenient. Ms. Keane smiles sympathetically, she knows that the boys don't like me that much. However, she ushers me out to recess anyway.
By the swings, I sit there all lonely, my legs dangling off the seat, swinging to the sides and colliding at random intervals. Again, I didn't realise the four presences that snuck up behind me. After a quick wave of deja vu, I look up, relieved to see it's just the Gr. 6 girls. Bailey, Blitz, Braid, and Brea (Bree-a). Well, I think that's their names anyway. "Hey, do you want to play with us?" Bailey asks, genuine concern and a hint of empathy lacing her words. I nod, hearing the pure understanding underlining her words.
Soon, we're all laughing away, having the times of our lives. Maybe I should play with the Gr. 6's more often, They seem like fun! Though half way through our various games, the bell rings. Waving and saying our last goodbyes, we parted ways; even though we were going to the same class room, each of us preferred to go down a different route.
When we meet, I muffle a small giggle, reminded of a memory from our silly games and such. It's really great being with the Gr. 6's. Entering the class room door, I see that it's time for gym. Great, now not only are the Gr. 6 girls not here, I have to be partnered with the boys. And to my absolute horror, today is when we're having a dodge ball tournament, 5's vs 6's vs 7's. I'm doomed!
*Cue dramatically epic scenes, in 10, 9, 8...*
"OK, class. As you know, we're having a dodge ball tournament today. It'll be 5's vs 6's vs 7's." Ms. Keane explains. "Alright, class-" Please, please don't pair me up with the boys. "6's over here" She pointed to the left side of the gym, "7's there" She pointed to the right, "And all 5's here" She pointed to the front. Ah shoot. I knew it. I'm going to die without the girls to mourn and weep for me. How tragic.
As we split up to go to our individual corners, I observe the 5's. Brick has an impassive face, but he seems to be hiding something, too. Brim's being emotionless, and Boomer's just trying to smile, like it'll lighten up the tension in the atmosphere. Butch is scowling. Nothing out of the ordinary here.
Ms. Keane starts to tell about the instructions, while the boys just start chatting to each other and making random jokes like the delinquents they are. I roll my eyes; typical. However, even with my matured stature, I can't help but find that there are better things to do then listen to Ms. Keane. Perhaps the boys are distracting me, but I shouldn't be affected. I'm way above them in ways of maturity. I wonder how the boys even know what to do half of the time when they're yapping away like some dogs.
Normal POV
Blossom sighed, slightly disappointed in herself. Usually, when she was with the girls she felt a higher rank of authority, where she could tell them to shush for a moment so she could hear the teacher. But with the boys, it was different. Why couldn't she tell them to stop blabbering now? When she was with them, she felt inferior, almost.
Suddenly, the other two groups seemed to be repositioning themselves. The boys had stopped talking, too. Now they had to decide on leaders for the group. Obviously, Blossom wanted to lead, and obviously, they weren't going to pick her. "Hey Brick, you lead" Butch announced, followed up with the other boys echoing similar response. Well, now that that was done... "Pinky, get in line" Brick reprimanded in a gentle voice. Snapping out of her thoughts, Blossom turned around to see that the boys were all in a line. At first, Blossom was confused but guessed that Brick had come up with some sort of team strategy. Shrugging, Blossom took up her place as last in the line.
Brick started reviewing over his strategy, "Okay, to win this thing we're going to stay in a line. That way, we're not split up and they won't be able to hit us individually. We'll split up once we reach the middle mark. Also, you'll have more reaction time to gauge what's best to do. Just follow what the person in front of you does. At no moment are you to leave the line until we reach the middle mark. Only when I call for you to split or refill ammo should you ever leave the line. And be careful! At no point should any of you get hit" Blossom had to admit, thought if she'd spent extensive time planning this, it could be better as there were still some flaws, but it was still very good, having been created in just under 3 minutes.
The boys all nodded in understanding, as did Blossom, but just with a slight tilt of her head. "On your marks" The boys and Blossom all got into formation "get set..." Blossom quickly scanned the area, looking for any dodge balls near by to throw "Go!" In seconds, the whole room became a swarm of battle cries, people trying to hide, and others dramatically falling down after getting "Shot".
Quickly, the Gr. 5's line was making their way over to the center mark. Just as they were about to reach, Butch suddenly lunged to grab a ball near by.
The next few moments happened in slow motion.
As soon as Brick saw Butch going for the risky lunge, he turned around, reaching his hand out, "Nooo! Buuutch!" Boomer and Brim turned around just in time to gasp in shock as a ball came hurtling towards him by a Gr. 7. Butch also turned around, the ball just about to hit him in the face, "NOOOOOOOOO!"
That's it for now! Sorry if there are any typos, I kinda hurried this. Poll on my profile! Should Butch get hit and be eliminated, or stay in the game? It's up to you, readers!