High school: a ppg story

First Day

Blossom:

Oof.

Here we go.

Day 1: Junior Year

Dad (or professor) had let us ride the bus to school. We had the ability to fly, we would fly to school alot last year. Butt this year we wanted to be "normal" high school students. High school girls.

We arrive, we get off the bus, we walk in, we get 'hey's from our friends. Sure. We are the super heros of Townsville, but students get used to having heros that go to the same school as them.

Yasmine, a friend of Buttercup's, bumped into us as we made our way to our lockers.
"Hey Buttercup. Hey girls." She threw her chin up at us. Buttercup looked to Yasmine.
"Sup?"
Yasmine asked Buttercup if she was ready to kill it in Basketball this year.
I'm not going to use the exact terms she did. I really don't appreciate their mouth. But that was my sister for you.

After their quick discussion about their plans for the year, Yasmine made her way over to the rest of their group.
A group of Tom-boys. Perfect for my sister.

I looked around the hall, a smile on my face.

Maybe this year wouldn't be so bad.

That is until...

We were walking down the hall, on our way to our lockers when...

BAM!

A locker slams shut. Bubbles jumps at the sound and an annoyed look crosses Buttercup's face. And that's when I hear a voice that sends negative tingles down my spine. That had better not be-

"Butch! Don't break your frickin locker, we don't have the money to pay for it!"

Brick RowdyRuff's voice fills the hall. The most annoying, evil laugh leaves a green nuisance' mouth. The loud, the very devious, Butch RowdyRuff. I don't have to look to know that the last RowdyRuff boy, Boomer, is standing across the hall from me and my sisters.

"Ha ha, funny listening to you struggle not to cuss." Butch leaned against his locker, nonchalant.

I was about to say something about the fact that the most aweful boys on the planet were standing across the hall from us, when Annie, a cute platinum blonde girl with big brown eyes, came running on her toes towards Bubbles. My sister perked up instantly, holding her arms out and squealing. Annie ran eagerly into her best friend's arms.

"You look so..." Annie searched for words, then her face scrunched up and she bounced twice on her feet. "Teen like!"

Buttercup rolled her eyes. While doing this, she had caught a quick flash of blonde hair. She looked across the hall, her face dropped into a scowl.

I caught sight of her reaction and placed my hand on her shoulder. She glanced at me then back across the hall.

Bubbles and Annie had been going back and forth about how exciting today was going to be, as it was their first day of Junior year, when I called her name.

"Bubbles." She looked over to me then back to Annie.

"See you in class?" Annie nodded and bounced off.

"What is it?" I pointed across the hall and her head turned slowly. "Wha-?" That's when she spotted them. And when we all looked at them, they were staring straight at us. Smirking.

What. The. Hell. Were they doing here? Why were they in our school?

Just then, our principle, Mrs. Keane (who used to be our kid grade teacher) walked right up to us and blocked our view of the Rowdy boys. Whom we've not seen in like three years, by the way.

"Girls, please come with me."

Oh my gosh. We had not made 15 minutes into our new school year and this had to happen.