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Fear gripped Bubbles' heart as 'she' flew away from 'her' sisters, tears streaming down their cheeks. Hands tighten around the letter within their grip as they quickly arrive home in a panic. Locking the lab door behind them, 'she' begins their desperate search for the professor. "Bubbles? what are you doing home so early?" Shrieking, Bubbles turns 'her' watery, fear-stricken, pastel blue eyes on to their father; shaking hands holding the crinkled parchment out to him. His confused gaze landed on the paper, delicately taking it from their palms. Watching him reread the lines inked to the document;

        Hello Miss Bubbles Utonium,

                              We are proud to state that you have been accepted into the Vilez Institute. And as you probably have figured out by your sisters' reactions, they were not accepted into our educational system. So can be rest assured you will be safe from them when you arrive. Our Institute was made not only to educate natural oddities, freaks, monsters, experiments, etc. such as yourself, but to also protect and/or liberate them from abusive/hateful situations. 

                              Yes, we are aware of how abusive your sisters are to you. It is not that hard to see from an outside perspective. From your fake smiles, bruises hidden by concealer, to how different the majority of the criminals fight you compared to your siblings. We ask you to quickly arrive at one of our nearest campuses; we would absolutely you to join us.

                                                                                Sincerely the Headmistress,

                                                                                                                            Kloe Vilez

His gaze returned to mine, then briefly to the door, 'she' shakily wait for him to say the words they desperately wanted to hear. "Bubbles, pack up. You can go." Bubbles quickly hugged their father tightly before floating back up the stairs and unlocking the door. Then blasting to 'her' old room as soon as it was open. Packing the necessities as if it was the end of the world, before opening the window. Glancing back at the room, 'she' sighs, then flies out the window... 

Out of Townsville....

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