High school: a ppg story

Yeah Right

Buttercup:

  Oh gosh. No. No. No. Get out of my way Ms-

"Girls, may I see you in my office?" I looked over to Blossom, a scowl on my face. She pursed her lips.

  My sister nodded. We followed close behind Ms. Keane. I sat, one leg crossed over the other, my arms crossed over my chest, in a chair in front of her desk. Bubbles sat in the seat to the far left of me, Blossom sitting between the two of us.

  "Now, I know you are probably very concerned about the fact that it's the first day of school and there is a group of villainous teen boys standing right across the hall from you..." The grip that my right hand had on my left arm tightened. Concerned is not the word I would use. I was never concerned about the Rowdy boys. They could never, I mean ever, stop me and my sisters from kicking their a-

  "But there is good reason they are here." I sat up straight, my glare intensifying.
 
  "Good reason?! There's never a good reason for anything with the Rowdy Ruff Boys!" Blossom once again rested her hand on my shoulder.

  "Buttercup is right, Ms. Keane. Why are they here?"

  Ms. Keane rested her hands on her desk and leaned forward. "The boys came to enrolment last week. They came with a note, but it was not signed. We understood why it wasn't signed. They are villains and I'm sure they have no guardians. Seeing that note really made me sympathize with them."

  I huffed a breath. How could anybody feel anything for such a disgusting group of boys?

  "Hear me out. They had a really good motive for enrolling."

  Bubbles looked at me and Blossom in concern, then turned her attention towards our Princaple. "What might that be, ma'am?"

"They want to make a living for themselves. They want to be citizens of Townsville, just like you three."

I had never heard such #%*$#/&%€%# in my #%$/ life! They were lying and this poor, deceived woman had no freaking clue.

  Blossom looked at Ms. Keane in concern. "How can you trust them? They're the Rowdy Boys. Sure they were devious as children but now their teens. I mean-"

  "I know." Ms. Keane cut in. "Girls, the villains of this City are aging. Crime rates here have dropped tremendously over the years. Think about it. The evil these boys did...that was their job...all they had. They never had a choice to get an education. They were raised in darkness, never accepted. I'm not saying we completely let our guard down. You guys are part of the reason I let them enroll. But please...give them a chance."

I growled, low in my throat. My sister shushed me. I don't like this. Not at all. I can't stand those boys. 'Specially that green bastard. It had been years since we'd last seen them. And we didn't exactly end on good terms. Those boys made our lives so hard when we were younger. They beat and bruised us, made fun of us. Poor Bubbles. She's fragile. Blossom and I know that. More than anyone else. That blonde idiot had bruised our blonde baby's ego.

  And Butch...

  Oh, what i'd give to beat the day light out of him. Sock him in his jaw! It'd been three or four years since i'd punched him. My fist ached with need to connect with that bastard's face!

  Blossom's voice brought me back from my thoughts. "Yes ma'am, we understand," she was saying. Yes what?

  "Just be observant. I'm not asking you to follow them around, or babysit them. Just keep your eyes peeled for any hint of a threat."

Wow, I hadn't even gotten to the awful lunch room food and my day had already began to suck.

So much for a rad Junior year.

  We got up and left the office, walking back to our lockers.

  "Blossom", I pushed out behind my anger.

  "I know." She shook her head, pushing her bag up onto her shoulder. I adjusted my green crop, trying to distract myself from the green gaze of that idiot across the hall. I swear if he keeps staring at me, smirking like the freaking piece of crap that he is, I will fly across this crowded hallway and choke him with every ounce of power I have with the help of Chemical X.

  I looked up to see Bubbles, her eyes drooping in concern. She played with her fingers and her concerned look turned into a scowl as Boomer tilted his lips into a half of an obnoxious smirk. Blossom's face matched Brick's, both eyeing each other with equal hatred.

  Yeah right they're here for wholesome reasons...

  There was no way.

  And no matter their plan, me and my sisters were here to stop any madness that might ensue.