Blossom sighed heavily, trying with all her might to get her sisters to hear her. It was the day before their seventeenth birthday, and Blossom was stuck in her room, doing homework while the others were congested in the living room downstairs, watching a movie. It wasn't that Blossom absolutely had to do the homework—but, being the responsible junior she was, the red-head was determined to finish the extensive project before the week was out. Therefore, that required her to do some of the work outside of the allotted class time. But still... Blossom yearned to spend time with her family. Again the girl sighed, receiving a shout of "We can hear you!" from her green-eyed sister down below. Blossom rolled her eyes—a silent act, she noted—and continued on the assignment, working quicker and more angrily than before. The paper she was writing seemed to write itself as she became more and more enraged at her family and herself. Finally, though, she finished her rough draft and looked at it with an air of victory. The dumb paper had not conquered her; the super powered girl had come out on top.
To share her success with the others, Blossom bolted down the stairs, leaving a trail of bright pink behind her. She halted in the open living room, gazing breathlessly at her snoring family. As tears brimmed to the surface of her already red-rimmed eyes, Blossom shut off the television and shot out of the house and into the night air. As soon as she did so, though, the girl regretted it. It was December, two weeks until Christmas, and a biting wind was raging at her naked arms. Blossom had simply been wearing plush fuchsia shorts and a black tank-top, just getting out of the shower and deciding last minute to finish the paper. Naturally, then, she was without shoes, appropriate wintertime coverage, and had a bundle of soaked hair covering her back. The girl's teeth began to chatter involuntarily, and she shook. However, this particular red-head was extremely stubborn and strong-minded; Blossom wouldn't be going back to her home anytime soon, even if she was outright freezing.
The girl flew around the town in furious circles for a while, simply fuming and thinking of how there was no one in the world who cared about her or her existence, when the cold became too much to bear. Blossom had gotten completely turned around in her flying fury, though, and couldn't see her home—not that she would have wanted to return there anyway. So, instead, she landed gracefully on the outskirts of town, taking shelter in a small embankment of trees. She let herself shake there, her large eyes glaring as she thought of her family comfortably sleeping in the living room, not worried, not even realizing she was absent. A new wave of anger arose in the teen and she stood and shrieked, hearing a car alarm go off in the distance. Blossom then began tromping moodily about the outskirts of Townsville, subconsciously looking for an escape from the wind, which had become accompanied by large, piercing flakes of snow. She was let down, though, as there appeared to be nothing for miles. Blossom fell to her knees, exhaustion keeping her from simply flying. Tears again came to her eyes, freezing on her face, and the girl closed her lids as her already glacial face met the even colder cushion of snow.
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"She's waking up!"
"Shut up, Bubbles! Don't scare her!"
"Girls, girls! Her eyes are opening! Shush!"
Blossom grudgingly opened her eyes to see her family leaning over her, grinning like fools. "Uh. Hi," she said quietly, wondering why they were showering her with so much affection. She shook her head, trying to remember what had happened. She remembered coming downstairs to her slumbering family, going outside in the horrendous weather, being so terribly tired, falling into the snow... Blossom squinted her eyes as the memories faded. But... the girl vaguely recalled looking up at a mass of red, the wind running her hair wildly across her face, and strong, warm something's caressing her carefully. However, that could easily just be her room—her bed had a large red canopy over the top and a heated blanket. So, the girl told herself she must have simply imagined her hair blowing crazily, a deranged nightmare mixed with reality since she had just been outside for so long. Yeah... That was it...
As Blossom sat in her bed, trying to remember what happened, she missed her family animatedly telling her what had happened in the movie. "And then—" Bubbles began, but the Professor slapped his hand over her mouth and pointed at the clock.
"Girls! It's almost time for school! You up to that, Blossom?" The girl nodded and got dressed in a flash. "Oh. And happy birthday, girls!" The Professor ushered them out of the house with these parting words, and Blossom realized she was now seventeen...
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I sat with my brothers at the front entrance to the school, throwing snowballs filled with rocks at inattentive passerby—mostly freshmen. Butch made a particularly good shot, sending the girl he hit running into the school, crying and clutching her nose. I slapped him a high-five and he grinned at Boomer who was up next. We made a competition of the game, taking turns to see who could get the best reaction from the students. However, Boomer dropped the snow ball suddenly, his mouth slightly agape and his cheeks flushed rapidly. I rolled my eyes and glanced at Butch to see he had changed his posture, standing taller and looking very cocky. I languidly swung my head around to see the bright streaks of pink, blue, and green approaching and at once stood up and walked in the building, not looking forward to the awkward-fest that was bound to begin as soon as the two girls came up to my brothers—their boyfriends. Again, I rolled my eyes and went to my locker. I still couldn't believe my brothers—my tough, burly, independent, manly brothers—had fallen for those two. I mean, we used to fight as kids; and trust me, I hadn't forgotten, even if they had.
Boomer and Bubbles had gotten together first, not surprisingly, right after our sophomore year of high school had ended. Then, when school started, Butch began pursuing Buttercup, and after an altercation with my younger brother, not a week later, they were an 'item' and I began spending my nights alone, playing video games and neglecting my homework... to an extent. Look, I'm not a dumb guy. But being too smart can get you in trouble; to be honest, I do my homework more than people would expect, and I get pretty good grades. Not good enough to get noticed, but enough to not be in classes with the total idiots. Anyways...
I was just glad I hadn't fallen for that goody-two-shoes Blossom. Even if she did have a certain way of swinging her hair as she walked that perfectly matched the rhythm of her hips that made me just stare as she walked by; even if her lips were unusually small but a deep red that I often found unnerving; even if I got chills every time she walked by me, the scent of strawberry's rolling off of her in waves; even though I knew her schedule like the back of my hand and always made sure to be in the specific place she was walking by so I could catch a glimpse of her analytical eyes, peering curiously at me as I watched her; even though I found her last night, lying in the snow and took her back to her own home, making sure she didn't know it was me... I wasn't falling for her. Out of habit, though, I rushed to my usual place by the drinking fountains and glanced discreetly at the girl as she walked by. I sighed inwardly as she rounded the corner to her locker, number 5010. She was wearing white sweat-pants with pink sequins on the butt that spelled the word "LOVE", hot pink tennis shoes, and a fuchsia sweater top, completing her look with the usual bow. I knew she wasn't going to be happy today—Blossom's clothing reflected that side of her. The nicer she dressed, the better she felt. I shook my head, slightly paranoid that I had catalogued this information and went to my first class, which, ironically, I shared with the red-head.
Author's Note: I must warn you; this one is quite a bit longer than the other two. I wrote this one first, as well, so I apologize if there are any discrepancies in what happened—I tried to go back and fix any plot holes. What do you think so far? Please leave me a comment! Thanks for reading, as usual!
Cordially,
LadyFrederic