Musical Freaks Revamp

Wicked Ones- Dorothy

Good morning is a contradiction of terms. -Jim Davis

To be honest sleep felt good. Sleep felt too damn good . Sleep felt too freaking good and sleep was being interrupted. Not only was sleep being interrupted , it was being interrupted by thee worst sound you could ever hear at 5 am in the morning. This sound was right up there with flip-flops and a kazoo. The alarm clock , bane of her existence. Bunny changed it to roaster and for that there would be hell to pay. After shutting the wretched thing off she did what any normal teenager with a hatred for mornings would do. Curl back up in blankets and pretend to have never heard it . It would have worked but she has 3 sisters.
"Wakey Wakey eggs and bakey. " That voice , high pitched and sounds like it was dipped in a bag of melted Skittles. Bubbles. God she was the worst. She preferred the dragon lady or being dumped with water. Bubbles had the worst weapon ,big blue eyes and and charming personality. Let's not forget ,she was the youngest and the youngest have privilege. Fuck her.
"Go away." She mumbled through sheets of lime green. Loved the color ,hate the taste.
"Come on Buttercup ,we' re gonna be late then Blossom's gonna get angry till lunch."
Bubbles whined , there it was ,bag of Skittles . She tried in vain to pull at Buttercups leg only to be kicked off and for Buttercup to work deeper into the sheets with a whine.

"Buttercup." Bubbles said as she stared at the ball of green. "Fine I'm calling Mom." Even worse. She let out an unintelligent groan and threw the lime green duvet of the bed. Ignoring the giggle to her side.

The bath was spent half awake half asleep. Blindly going through the tiresome routine of showering and brushing her teeth and walking blindly to her dresser. The blue eye contacts teased her. They made the repetitive dream of a sledge hammer crushing them to pieces all the more alluring but mom said no more smashing contacts or there would be repercussions and they would be catastrophic. Mommy mad is , mommy scary so she would have to hold back the urge.

Dressing up was the thing that made most girls late in the morning , but not her , she was the type of girl to grab the nearest thing a move on. Saves time and effort. She gripped on to black sweat pants and a black hoodie. Ol relabel, black Converse and shimmied her ass down stairs. It always
took a few for her vision to clear after putting on the stupid contacts. She still thought the idea was stupid. It came from Bunny so of course in contradicted all laws of sense. Still ,the idea had been to create alias for themselves .For the PowerPuff girls more specifically. They had had the pleasure of being home schooled for most of their lives. A blessing and a curse . Mrs Mandrill was every bit the ex-drill sergeant who woke them up at the ass crack of dawn to teach them ,of all things , History. Yeah she didn't miss the old bag of bones. Now the band was formed 6 years ago when they were 11, fresh right. They went through stages like any other band. Pop , Bubble Gum ,Hell they were a Hip-hop group for a while. Eventually they settled on the Rock-Indie thing. They were shoved into the cameras at a young age. You know, like Disney kid things without the laugh tracks and lame puns . Because of that they had never set foot on a school ground. Something she should have appreciated back then . 3 years ago Bunny proposed they go to real life school. Buttercup initially took it as a joke but then before she could blink her mom was shoving blue contacts in her hand and telling her she was going to school. That day started this hell.

She reached the bottom of the stairs, greeted by a frazzled looking Bunny and an unimpressed Blossom. Blossom played the role of nerd at school. The girl was freakishly smart . Helped dad down stairs in the lab with things that made Buttercups head do a 360 . Buttercup was more of a maths kinda person ,the only AP class she has , she liked constants. There's only one answer and it'll never change. Her kinda school. Blossom sat sipping on coffee ,she was an addict , and watching as Bunny rushed to shove things in her bag. The situation was clear. A classic I told you so now I gotta hear it type thing. Quite familiar in this house. Her auburn hair held tight in a bun . People liked touching and Blossom didn't like people touching. The glasses perched on her nose , green contacts covering her cotton candy pink eyes . Her oversized dusty pink shirt they got from a woman's rally they attended last year in May, tucked into a pair of mom jeans. The rally was fun , some masochist showed up and hell broke lose . Buttercup gladly joined in to beat him to a pulp and getting told of by Ruby aka Blossom ,a 17 year old who so kindly told you fuck of must still haunt him to this day. The black air Forces were a nice touch though.