HEY! Don't give me that look! I know, I'm suppose to be working on the next chapter for Powerpuff Girls: Brawl, but...I'm sorry. I got distracted and I have a bit of writer's block and suddenly this idea proposed in my head and stuff and I asked my best friend if I should post this story and she said "Go for it!"...so Yeah!

The title says it all folks! I just hope I can make this funny enough for you guys.

All in honesty, I don't know if I'll continue this or not. I just did to get this idea out of my head and to keep my sanity distracted and stuff.

So please! I hope you enjoy this one! Trust me, its a whole a lot fluffier than my other PPG fic.

(Update 11-6-13)

Before you read this, just to let you know that to prove that I am now continuing this story, I have decided to name all of my chapter with the song titles of the songs that I'm listening to RIGHT NOW! So please know that the chapter title has nothing to do with chapter. I'm just clarifying so you don't get confuse. You guys probably don't even pay attention to chapter title, so I'm...gonna...leave now...

Disclaimer: Remember, all I own are the OCs in this fic and the cover art. "Mirror, Mirror" belongs to Farewell, My Love.

~*Mirror, Mirror*~

"I am so SCWERED! I can't believe this kind of thing would happen to me! Why did this have to happen?! TO ME!? I didn't do anything to deserve this! Oh God! How can this happen?! When he reads that note, not only will I be the laughing stalk of Townsville, but I will also be expelled from every school across the country, no college will ever accept me, so there is no way in hell I would be accepted to my dream colleges and become a doctor or lawyer or congresswoman! And that would mean I would have to work in fast food restaurant and be paid minimum wage but then they won't hire me because this will probably be on my permanent record as 'The Most Desperate Student of Townsville High School'!"

"Blossom, calm the fuck down!" Buttercup shook her elder sister.

"Yeah Blossom! What happened?" Bubbles tried to reason with her panicking sister. "Take a deep breath."

Blossom inhaled.

"And let it all out."

Blossom exhaled.

"Now tell us what happened." Buttercup frowned as she folded her arms.

Blossom took another deep breath as she stared at her little sisters. As close as they had always been since birth, Blossom never thought she would keep secrets from them and revealing on of her deepest darkest secret to them will take a toll for the worst.

"Okay this is what happened…"

5 hours ago….

Blossom opened her eyes at the sound of her alarm. The light from outside was glaring through her curtains and into her pink room. Her pink eyes stared at the alarm clock that was screaming for her to wake up. It read 6:30 like always. Usually Blossom would hit the snooze button, hide back in the covers and pretend that today wasn't Monday. Instead, she turned off her alarm clock and climbed out of bed excitedly.

She looked at her neatly organized and labeled calendar and smiled. This week she had mostly her B-day classes. She loved those days simply because Blossom would be able to see him more often.

The seventeen year-old giggled and began her morning preparations for school; this time Blossom decided to put on some early morning tunes to go with her happy mood. She plugged her iPhone to the stereo and played "Payphone" by Maroon 5. Once the first note of the song started to play, Blossom had started her own dance party in the middle of the bedroom and enjoyed herself.

Unbeknownst to the pink girl, her second younger sister, Buttercup, walked in the door. She was rubbing her eyes in a way that she was recently woken up from her sleep and hadn't gotten a good look of her elder sister.

"Yo Bloss…I know its Monday and all, but you need to get up….and…." Buttercup opened her lime green eyes and saw her elder sister dance around like a manic. Her long orange hair was still in a bed head mess and she was still wearing her frilly pink kitty cat pajamas so it made it all the embarrassing for Buttercup to witness.

As Blossom twirled around the room, she caught her green sister leaning against the wall with her arms crossed and gave a look of both disappointment and concern for her elder sister. Blossom blushed as the music stopped playing. She rubbed the back of her head and smiled bashfully.

"What? I thought you liked 'Payphone'." Buttercup grimaced.

"I prefer the Crown the Empire version a hell of a lot more." Blossom tilted her head slightly. She never understood her sister when she talked about her favorite rock bands and metal music. "Anyway, is there a reason why you're up so early? Usually me and Bubbles would have to pull you out of bed. And why the hell are you in such a good mood?"

"Um…" Blossom hesitated. "You see…today the essay in my Advanced English class is due today….so I'm just happy that I get to turn it in." Blossom lied and ended it with a fake smile to convince her sister. She hoped it worked.

Buttercup stuck her tongue out in disgust. "Only you would be excited for that. Well…" She shrugged. "I guess I would understand. Mr. Jojo is hard ass anyway. Did you he gave me a week's detention just for tossing my water bottle in the recycling bin?!"

Blossom rolled her eyes and laughed it off. "Yeah…he is a strict teacher."

Buttercup smiled and began walking out of her sister's room. "Anyway, Bubbles made breakfast, so hurry and get dressed before it gets cold."

"Okay!" Blossom called out as Buttercup closed the door behind her.

Blossom walked over to her closet door and pulled her uniform from off the hanger. Once she got dressed and groomed her hair, she examined herself in the mirror. She put her orange flowing hair up in a ponytail and wrapped it in a red bow. She kept her hair as long as possible, ever since her sisters butchered it when they were younger, so now it would end to her lower back. She wore the summer uniform; a shot sleeved white dress shirt, a pink tie, a black vest with the Townsville High Crest on the left side, and a black skirt that ended to her knees. She wasn't like the other girls at school that would cut their skirts so short; Blossom was more modest like that.

As soon as she checked her appearance to make sure she was presentable, she opened the door to her room and walked to the bathroom. There, Buttercup was at the sink brushing her teeth. Blossom noted her sister's appearance. After getting so many detentions, Buttercup finally wore the girl's uniform. However, under her white dress shirt, she wore a green shirt and her tie was nowhere to be found. Blossom sighed.

"You're just asking for another detention, are you?" She commented as she reached for the tooth-brush and toothpaste and began scrubbing her teeth. Buttercup rolled her eyes and rinsed her mouth.

"Some of my teachers don't even care."

"That's because Coach Jojo takes up most of your classes and all you have to wear is the gym uniform."

"Exactly!" Buttercup wiped her mouth with a towel and dashed out the door. "Time to eat!" Blossom saw her sister slide down the rail on the stairs.

"Buttercup!" Busted.

Blossom finished her dental hygiene and walked down the stairs like a normal human being. Her family was already at the dinner table eating breakfast. Her youngest sister, Bubbles, smiled at her.

"Good morning Blossom!" Blossom smiled back as she took a seat. Her younger sister was always so happy and bubbly that it was so contagious. Bubbles's uniform was similar to Blossom's; a white short-sleeved dress shirt, blue tie, and a black shirt, only this time she would wear her favorite light blue sweater. Her blonde hair was up in pigtails that would end to her shoulders.

"Good morning Bubbles. Good morning Professor." Blossom greeted to her family. The Professor smiled at his girls. As a widowed father, the Professor worried how to take care of triplet daughters by himself, but as the years went by, he had managed to be the best father he could be in their eyes. Even in the most frustrating and problematic times, the Professor would be the one to solve them and his daughter love him for it.

"Buttercup tells me that you were already up when she came to wake you up. Are you sure she was talking about the same Blossom Margret Utonium?" The Professor asked as he took a sip of his coffee. Blossom blushed. She was notorious for her bad sleeping habits.

"Wow. That doesn't sound like Blossom at all. Who are you?!" Bubbles joked. Everybody at the table started to laugh except for Blossom.

"Ha-ha. Very funny. He-he. It is to laugh." Blossom started to play with her eggs as she glared at her sisters. The Utonium family finished their breakfast when the Professor commented on the time. It was 7:38 and school starts at 8 on the dot. The girls quickly grabbed their school bags, their lunch bags and their shoes and ran out the door with their father on their tail.

But he had to run back inside because he forgot the car keys.

The Professor quickly pulled up to the front gates of Townsville High School and gave his girls each a kiss goodbye. "Bye girls! Have a great day! Stay out of trouble Buttercup!"

"No promises. And remember, that I'm staying after school today!" The Professor nodded remembering that Buttercup had soccer practice today. The girls climbed out of the car and waved to their father.

"Bye Professor!" Once the car drove off, the girls walked to the courtyard where all the students sat outside until the school bell rang signaling them that it was time to enter. Buttercup separated off to her group of friends as did Bubbles. Blossom scanned the area until she found the group of people she was looking for; her childhood friend, Robin, and other students from the student council.

Robin smiled at her old friend. "Mornin' Blossom! Did you finish the essay?" The auburn girl asked.

Blossom nodded. A little too eagerly. "Yup! Finished it, Saturday!"

"Saturday?! A ten-page essay that he gave us Friday?!" Robin sighed. "You're certainly aiming for the top grade in the class are you? Slow down, its only our junior year."

Blossom blushed and calmed down a little once she realized how overly excited she was. "O-Oh! Of course but I just wanted to get it over with so that I would have more time to relax Sunday and…not procrastinate like all the other students!" She laughed nervously. Robin nodded in agreement.

"I can understand that." The bell ran telling the students that it was time for school to start. Blossom could hear collective sighs and groans from other students around her. Robin adjusted the straps on her book bag. "Well, time for another B-week! Let's go Blossom!" Blossom nodded and followed behind Robin and other students as they piled in the building.

Another day at Townsville High School as the smell of teenage adolescents filled the hallways. The students did their usual activities; such as, heading to their lockers, walking to class, gossiping among one another, bullies shoving nerds in to lockers, pushing, shoving and shouting at each other. It was all the normal until the 8:15 bell tardy would ring for those who haven't made it to their first class yet.

Blossom and Robin walked together up the stairs to the second floor and parted ways until the end of the day. Blossom waved bye to her friend as she entered her Physics class.

Class was the same as usual. After the teacher would take roll, the students would listen to the morning announcements, then the teacher would assign the students classwork and they were excepted to finish it all in a certain amount of time. Blossom finished her classwork the moment she received it; stuff like this came easy to the pink genius and everybody in school knew this. Since she was finished before everyone with plenty of time to spare, she dug through her red school bag and fished out a pink binder with hearts on it that says: "English Binder".

Blossom opened her neatly organized binder with her notes ordered by the dates of when she took them. On the front pocket, her ten-page paper sat perfectly. It took her hours to complete it and to make sure that grammatical errors were eradicated from the surface; it screamed A+ worthy. But instead of looking over her paper, like she would do, Blossom turned the pages in her binder to the last pocket. In it was a piece of paper written in different colored pen of random words and romantic phases and cutesy drawings of hearts and cats all over it. Blossom discretely pulled it out and laid it on the desk along with a blank piece of paper. From her pencil-case, she pulled out a red pen.

She sighed. "I have an unhealthy confession and I read in an article that writing down my problems would help me move on."

She took a glance at her romantic cutesy paper and used it as inspiration to write her confession note. Once the red pen it the paper, her mind shut down as she let her emotions write the note for her. She wrote non-stop romantic confession, heartfelt sayings and sweet tales of her love for him. Even though this poor girl didn't know anything about love or relationships in general, she poured her heart and soul into this one letter.

Blossom stopped to marvel at her letter. It was an entire page of red inked confessions of love and sweet enough to give someone a cavity. She smiled as she held the note to her chest and sighed blissfully.

"If only he'll read this and share my feelings…then my life would be absolute paradise!"

"BLOSSOM UTONIUM!"

Blossom snapped out of her daydream of her and her crush sharing romantic poems to each other and found herself still in her physics class. Her teacher was giving her a most heated glare and the students were staring at her, some were giggling while others were amazed to see the top student in school not paying attention.

"Miss Utonium! If you're finished daydreaming, would you please give the class your answer to number 15?!"

Embarrassed, Blossom nodded and hid the note in her pocket.

The bell rang signaling that the first class was over and now it was time to move to the second class. Blossom gathered her things, making sure that her note was still in her pocket, and headed out the door. As she was walking to class, Blossom felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around to be met with a pair of deep brown eyes.

She blushed as she was in front with one of the cutest guys in the school, Benjamin Faller, or Ben as he prefers. His had long auburn hair that nearly ended to his shoulders and his bangs nearly covered his eyes. He wore the standard boy's uniform; a white short sleeved dress shirt, black tie and black dress pants. Ben was so gorgeous that Blossom could stare into his eyes forever. Not to mention, he was so athletic and smart; he was in nearly the same classes as Blossom rivaled Buttercup in sports, which was very impressive. He was every girl's dream.

"'Sup Blossom." He greeted. Blossom waved at him shyly.

"Hi Ben. How is your day so far?" He shrugged as the two walked to the class they had together.

"It wasn't that bad. Your sister kicked my ass in basketball in gym this morning." Ben laughed nervously as he rubbed his shoulder from where he fell when Buttercup pushed him. Blossom laughed.

"Well, she doesn't take too kindly to losing. No matter who it is."

"Did you finish your essay for Mr. Jojo?" Ben changed the subject. Blossom nodded. Again too excitedly.

"Yep! Ready to turn it in!" Ben laughed as they arrived to the classroom.

"Only you would be excited for that. It was such a pain in the a—"

"Mr. Faller. Miss Utonium." The two students were brought out of their conversation to see their Advanced English teacher staring at them. Mr. Brick Jojo was, by far, the strictest teacher in Townsville High School and hated by nearly everybody. He was certainly a noticeable teacher with his blood, red eyes and his long orange hair that was kept in a low ponytail. Some students believed that he wore contacts to scare students while other students literally believed he was a demon. His eyes always sent chills down Blossom spine when they were directed toward her.

"Good morning." He greeted. The tone of his voice was deeper than any bottomless pit and colder than skinny dipping the Arctic Ocean.

Blossom suddenly lost the energy to answer her teacher and just simply nodded her head while Ben greeted. "Good Morning, Mr. Jojo."

"I trust that my top two students have finished their paper and are ready to turn it in…?" Mr. Jojo asked with a bored expression on his face.

Ben nodded. "Y-yes sir! I added the finishing touches last night and made sure there were no grammatical errors this time." He stammered. Mr. Jojo resisted the urge to roll his eyes as his gaze moved to Blossom, who had her head down.

"Miss Utonium." The tone in voice was slightly softer. She held her held up to look at him. Red eyes met with pink eyes as a certain spark ignited between them. "Do you have your essay finished?"

Blossom blushed as she gathered the strength to speak but nothing came out of her mouth.

"Come on Blossom! You've talked to Mr. Jojo before! Speak already!"

Ben nudged the pink girl and laughed nervously.

"Are you kidding, Mr. Jojo? Blossom probably has it to perfection!" Mr. Jojo glared at Ben and motioned for them to take their seats as more students entered to room.

Once they sat down in their seats, Ben leaned towards Blossom. His seat was in front of hers and Blossom had a window seat. "See? I told you he doesn't like me. I don't understand why though." Blossom shrugged her shoulders indicating that she doesn't know either. Robin walked in and took her seat next to Blossom.

"Geez, does Mr. Jojo look more vicious than usual? Who pissed him off this time?" Robin asked worried.

"Probably me…for some reason." Ben replied. On that note, the bell rang for class to begin.

"Alright class. Let's begin." Mr. Jojo began as he walked to the front of the classroom and began writing notes on the board. The class began pulling out their notebooks and papers and started to copy notes off of the board. However, Blossom reached in her pocket and pulled out her confession letter without anyone noticing. Her eyes drifted from the note to her teacher, making sure he doesn't see a note in his class.

"This note holds all of my precious feelings for him. The last thing I would want is for my crush to reject me…" Blossom nodded her head confidently. "…which is why I'm going to rip this up and throw it away at the end of class! This is only to help me move on from my fantasy crush and if he reads this then I'll have to live with this for literally the rest of my life!"

As she made her decision, the class had moved on from notes and was now listening Mr. Jojo's lecture on the assigned reading: "Romeo and Juliet".

Blossom blushed and slammed her head on her desk. "How fitting…." She said to herself.

"Now that we have finished one of Shakespeare's plays, let's talk about it. I hope it wasn't a shock to everyone that they both died in the end."

Unfortunately, a student raised his hands. "Actually, sir, I was quite surprised that they took their lives away for each other."

"Yeah, I mean…I didn't think they were serious." Another student comment and about a third of the class agreed. Mr. Jojo glared at each one of them and slammed his fist on the desk.

"Are you kidding me? It actually said so in the prologue. 'Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean'! What do you think they were talking about?! A stupid paper cut?!" He yelled causing his students to flinch.

However, Blossom let out a small giggle, one that was noticed by the teacher. Mr. Jojo pulled himself away from the front of the room and walked to her desk. As he made his way to her area, Blossom quickly hid her love letter by placing it in between the pages of her essay. She just hoped that he didn't notice her panicked state. Mr. Jojo leaned down and stared deep into her pink eyes. Blossom tried her best to avoid his stinging gaze, but she couldn't bring herself to do so. They were so captivating.

"Since you find this so funny, Miss Utonium, tell me. What did you think of the play?" He asked.

Blossom gulped. "W-well…I thought it was very romantic since Romeo and Juliet met and fell in love in a short period of time. And to take their lives for each other was very…daring…" Blossom wanted to crawl under the desk from Mr. Jojo's overpowering gaze.

"Interesting." He smirked. "But didn't you find it odd that Romeo, an older man of about twenty, fell for a younger woman, who was no younger than thirteen? It wouldn't have matter if he was a Montague or not."

Blossom felt like he was playing with her, like he would always do during classes, and that certain question made her heart skip a couple of beats as though Mr. Jojo was talking about her.

"Could he…No…No way! He's just messing with me…I think…?"

"Well, like they say…'Age is but a number.'" Her English teacher nodded at her as though she said the correct answer.

"Very good perspective, Miss Utonium." He back away from her desk and walked back to the front of the class. "But we did not read this play for a silly romantic story, students! In case you forgot, we were looking at the different poetic structures that were used in the play. Can anyone care to give me an example?"

As one student raised his hand, Blossom was still trembling in her seat. She felt her hands were sweaty and her knees were quaking under pressure of her teacher's eyes. Her heart had stopped for a minute and now its pumping blood like there's no tomorrow. All she could do now was slam her head back on the desk and wait until the bell rang.

Eventually, the class was in its last five minutes and then the bell would ring for Blossom's next class then lunch. But before all of that can happen, she need to turn in her essay and rip that stupid love note to shreds.

"I'm going to walk around and collect your essays. If the bell rings, stay in your seat until I have collect your essay."

Blossom packed her items on the desk except her essay and the love letter that was still inside it.

She sighed. "I shouldn't be having these feelings for my teacher. I mean he seemed like he was disgusted with age differences, so there's no way we could be together!"

Mr. Jojo was on the last row of desks, Blossom's row.

"I should just move on and completely forget about this…I mean ten years from now, I'll look back and laugh."

"Miss Utonium. Your paper?" Blossom snapped out of her train of thought and handed her teacher her ten-page essay. Mr. Jojo took her essay before telling her:

"And make sure that your sister shows up for detention today. My brother's excuses are not going to work this time." Blossom rolled her eyes from her sister's antics; sometimes Buttercup can be such a pain to keep up with.

"Yes sir." She smiled to her teacher. He smirked back.

"Good girl." He moved on to the next desk leaving pink honor student redder than his eyes. She quickly covered her face before her friends noticed her face color.

"Damn it Blossom! Get a grip!"

The bell finally rang signaling it was time to change classes and the students quickly left the classroom and filled the hallways. Blossom waved "bye" at her friends as they quickly left. Blossom was about to walk out her class until Mr. Jojo stopped her.

"Miss Utonium." Blossom turned her face her teacher. He was holding a red ribbon key chain and tossed it to her. "This fell of your bag a few minutes ago."

Blossom gasped as she caught one of her favorite trinkets. "Oh thank you Mr. Jojo! I really appreciate it! I owe you one!" That last sentence slipped out of her mouth out of habit. She got scared and quickly tried to save herself from further embarrassment. "N-n-no! W-w-hat—!"

Mr. Jojo chuckled as he leaned closer to his student and whispered in her ear. "I'll hold you on to that." Before Blossom could reply, he pushed her out of the classroom and told her to hurry to her next class.

Study hall was Blossom third class of the day. A nice quiet place to study or sleep, the teachers didn't really care what the students as long as they weren't loud. It was also nice because it was the one class that Blossom had with her sisters. Once the bell rang and study hall began, Buttercup turned around in her seat to face her sister.

"Hey, can you help me with my English homework? I swear Mr. Jojo gives me this crap just to make me fail." Blossom nodded as she reached for her English binder, then she remembered that she had an embarrassing note to rip into a thousand pieces.

"I better do that now before someone sees it."

She searched through her binder to come up with nothing. She looked at every pocket, flipped every page and even, held the binder upside down so that the paper would fall out. But it wasn't in there.

"Alright Blossom don't panic. Maybe you're just not looking hard enough."

She searched through her all of her binders, notebooks and her school bag about ten times and at this point was beginning to panic. Blossom was at the point to where was a tossing every piece of paper in the air in hopes of finding her love note. She started to hyperventilate.

"STAY CLAM! STAY FUCKING CALM!"

She quickly remembered that she hid the note from her teacher when he came to her desk.

"WHERE DID I HID IT?! I STILL CAN'T BE IN THE CLASSROOM—!"

"Oh no…" Bubbles sat up and stared at her sister.

"DON'T PANIC! DON'T PANIC!"

"Blossom what's wrong?"

Blossom's mind started racing when she realized that the romantic love note she wrote for her crush, Mr. Jojo, was the in the essay that she turned it…TO MR. JOJO!

"You know what? Just go ahead and start panicking…"

She screamed.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Blossom fainted.

What do you think? Should I continue with it? Or drop it and go back to finishing my other one? It all depends on the feedback from you guys. I honestly don't mind playing around in this fic for a while. I'll think of it as a release from the more...brutal PPG story I'm working on.

Anywho, more reviews makes the Bunny all the more merrier!

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