Hello everyone. This story has been in my head for ages and I'm so glad I can finally publish them for you guys on here. My cousin thought it would be good if I started to be apart of this world. I've been a dedicated reader, but now it's time to see if I will have any of those.

Why me! Over 7 billion people on this world and I'm the "lucky" girl to steal his heart. Man this sucks! I was planning for a normal school year for once. This was my chance to start over, but now everything's the same. Everyone hates me, because I have him trailing me like a lost puppy... well not everyone. I made two friends, but they're in the same hole as me now. Not only did I get cursed with misfortunes, but I cursed them as well! Ugh! I hate you Brick!

Two weeks earlier.

October 15th

"Ah. Miss Richards. How are you this morning." Principal Steller asked. He was man in his early fifties, that just adored working for the school system. He had started working as a teacher when he was only twenty-one. He had gotten a promotion when he was in his mid-thirties. He had been given the opportunity to work for the Test Creator Agency, but refused. He had worked with kids for almost over decade by that time and he was not going to give it up for the world. Principal Steller had no hair upon his head, but had a clean-cut black beard hanging from his chin. He was also known as Jolly Steller, making fun of his Santa-like Pot belly.

Blossom Richards smiled as she stood before her new Principal. She had just moved to Townsville from North Carolina. They had moved because her father had found a great job here, building new buildings and houses. Her mother had also found a job in a daycare, where she could also take care of Blossom's baby brother, Blake. She hadn't minded. She had wanted to move for a while now. You see, Blossom didn't really fit in. She was known as the nerd with freaky-pink eyes.

That's right. Pink. Blossom was born with a rare eye color due to a miss-matching with the color pigments in the womb. It was a rare occasion, but not impossible. It was how most people had violet or silver eyes. The doctors had found it astounding and wanted to run tests, but her mother refused. She hadn't wanted her precious newborn to be brought up that way.

Blossom was also adorned with long thick orange hair that stopped at her knees. That was another trait that made her have a hard time fitting in. The other kids had called her a ginger Rapunzel. She had tried to cut her hair, but it grew unnaturally fast. So finally she gave up. Other than the abnormal traits, She was a beautiful girl. She had fair skin and nice curves, but she hid them with baggy pants and by wrapping her chest. Having C-cup breasts were such a bother.

With having no friends, but her parents, Blossom had devoted herself to her studies. She was so intelligent that she had been offered to move up two grades, but she refused. There was always something new to learn, and she didn't want to even miss the most simplest ways by skipping over them. No. She would go through everything, until she was sure of herself that it stuck in her brain. She was a book-worm. Back in Topsail, her home town, she had almost read all the books in their small library.

Blossom dusted and smoothed out her black and pink plaid skirt, one of a few articles of clothing that she had allowed herself to buy that would show off her round rear. She stuck out her hand, where Principal Steller happily shook it.

"I'm doing great. How about yourself?" Blossom asked. Principal Steller chuckled.

"Just fine. Now, Let's get you enrolled into our school, shall we?" He stated, ushering her into his office. Blossom bent down and grabbed her stuff. As she walked to his office, that was down a small hall, she had seen a student sitting out his office. She couldn't see the face, because it was covered by a lime-green beanie. The figure was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans and a Peirce The Veil concert shirt. A skate board was rolling around under the figures feet. "Buttercup, I will be with you in a moment. Just let me enroll our new student.

Buttercup took the beanie off her face to see the new student. Blossom and her had met eye to eye. Blossom could swear her breath cut short. This Buttercup girl had the most prettiest light green eyes she had ever seen. Her pale face was beautifully framed by dark black hair that stopped, landing perfectly on her shoulders. The tips curled themselves away from her face. She was a gorgeous girl and she wasn't wearing a lick of makeup. She had resembled one of the main bullies that picked on her. Brute. However, Buttercup was way prettier.

Blossom gave her uneasy smile. This made Buttercup's eyes widen. Instead of flipping her off, like all the kids from her old school did, Buttercup had given her a half-smile, before drooping Beanie back over her face. This made Blossom perk. Already people had been much nicer.

"This way. Miss Richards." Blossom quickened her pace to catch up with her principal. She hadn't noticed that Buttercup had lifted her beanie slightly to watch her leave. She chuckled and shook her head before finally dropping it again and leaning back.

Blossom followed Principal Steller back into his office. It was a small room, decorated with many trophies that had been awarded to him over the years. On his wall was a poster of the Townsville Tigers going against the Citiesville Cougars. Blossom smiled, realizing the principal's dedication to his students.

She took a seat in front of his desk and gazed at a small picture frame with a photo of two girls with what looked like their mother. The girls looked as if they were already fully grown. Both had black hair and Blue eyes. The elder woman had also black hair, but her eyes were brown. In some cases brown are dominate, but it seemed like the blue they inherited from, which she guessed, from their father was a dark blue that could easily surpass brown.

Principal Steller got comfy in his seat and typed in a password to his computer. He clicked on some short cuts until he found the documents to enroll students. He then leaned forward and pressed a button to a small intercom placed on his desk.

"Mrs Lyle, Please come to my office for enrollment." He let go of the button and looked over to Blossom, who was still admiring the photo. "Those are my girls and my wife. My girls are already in their twenties, and both have teaching degrees. In fact, you may have one of them as your teacher. She goes by Ms Keane. She was once married, but then he found a new muse." Blossom could see the pain and anger in the older man.

"I would be pleased to have her." Blossom commented, making him soften and smile. At that time a woman came strolling in, holding a file and a Walkie Talkie. She smiled over at Blossom. She was at average height at 5'5. Her face was framed by dark curly brown hair and was perfected by two beautiful hazel orbs. She didn't look older than thirty.

"Hello, you must be Miss Richards. I'm Mrs Lyle, your counselor. I'm looking forward to see you around the hall." She greeted, holding out her hand. Blossom smiled and shook it. Mrs Lyle sat in the chair right next to her and opened the file. "Alright let's get started.

Blossom had answered basic questions like: Where she lived? What's her number? What's her emergency Contact? Where her parents worked? And Where she was at, at her old school due to education. That had been shocked to know Blossom was actually ahead of her class. They suggested moving her up as a sophomore, but Blossom politely refused.

After everything was done, Blossom received her schedule. She was happy to see Ms Keane for Creative Writing put down for her third hour. Her locker and school number was placed at the top of it, along with the combination and what lunch she had. She had all the advance classes she could receive.

She was given a planner and was permitted to go to her locker. She was told that First period was almost over, so to go directly to her second hour after she was done.

"Thank you so much. Have a nice day." She said, waving as she walked out. She once again passed by the girl referred to as Buttercup. The beanie was still drooped over her face. As she passed by, Blossom could hear soft snoring. She giggled mutely, before tiptoeing past, not wanting to disturb her. Once she reached the Office entrance, She heard Buttercup being called by Principal Steller.

Blossom sighed happily, loving the new change of scenery. She looked down at her paper and had her eyes scan the locker numbers. She figured that the first number dealt with what floor they were on, so she made her way up the stairs since her locker number started with a two. When she reached the top of the stairs, the bell rung. Teens came flooding out of their classrooms and out into the hall. She had cringed, awaiting to be thrown around, but she never felt such a thing. The others, just made a mission to avoid bumping into her instead. She did received some stares of curiosity, however.

She finally found her locker. Beside it was a blonde girl who was looking at her reflection in a mirror placed on the door of her open locker. She had baby-blue eyes under golden eyelashes that seemed to flow on forever. Blossom could feel a burble of jealousy in the pit of her stomach. This girl was too beautiful. The girl looked around her locker door to Blossom. A huge smile erupting on her features.

"Oh my gosh!" She squealed. "Is your locker right here?" She asked tapping the metal door. Blossom nodded shyly. The girl giggled and squealed a little louder, jumping from toe to toe. "Yay! I finally have a locker buddy." she held out her hand, which Blossom let out a sigh of relief. This girl was so nice. "I'm Bubbles De Luca. It's so nice to finally have someone I can talk to between classes. No one has had a locker there, so I've been so alone."

Blossom laughed and finally got a good look as Bubble came behind her locker. She was dressed in the school colors of blue and gold. Not only was she dressed the colors, she was dressed in a cheerleaders outfit. Blossom could feel herself get shaky. The cheerleaders were the ones that made her life the most miserable at her old school. Bubbles tilted her head to the side slightly. It made her hair fall over her shoulders, making her look innocent.

"I'm Blossom Richards." Blossom finally said. Bubbles gave her a look of sympathy, and a small smile.

"Hey, I'm not like the rest. I'm kind of the outcast of the squad, because I refuse to play along with their mean games." Bubbles explained. She had understood Blossom's reaction to her uniform. She then let her smile brighten once more. "Oh wow! your eyes! They're pink." Blossom hung her head waiting for an insult. "They're so pretty." Blossom's head snapped back up.

"You think so?" Bubbles nodded her head quickly. "I've never seen a shade like that. They're like a rare gem." Blossom shyly brushed a hair behind her ear, blushing.

"Thanks. You're really sweet." Blossom then chuckled. "Now I know why your name is Bubbles." Bubbles laughed along. After she was done, Bubbles looked down at Blossom's hand.

"Ooh," She said, grabbing the paper. "You have four classes with me. If you want i can show you around." Blossom nodded, smiling at the perky blonde.

"I would love that."

"Okay, let's put your stuff up. Just put it in my locker and then after class we can come back and use yours." Blossom nodded and placed her bag in Bubbles' locker. Bubbles shut it and locked it. After jingling it twice, making sure it was secure, Bubbles smiled and grabbed Blossom's hand. "Let's go."

Hand in hand, they raced down the hall. They carefully dodged the few students that were still in the hall. They finally made it to a science room. A tall man was in front of the class, writing down assignments. her hair was charcoal black and his eyes looked dark enough to match. Bubbles slowed them down and walked up to the man.

"Professor, we have a new student. Her name is Blossom. Blossom, this is Professor Utonium, the best science teacher in the school." The Professor smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I'm not the best." The Professor stated humbly. He held out his hand shook Blossom's. "Welcome to my class. Since this is now an odd number of students I have, you can work with Bubbles and Buttercup on our project. Don't worry, we just started on it yesterday." Blossom looked shock.

"Buttercup?" She asked.

"What's up." A husky, but feminine voice called out. The three of them looked back to see the pale girl stroll into the class. Her beanie was now on top of her head. She looked over to Blossom and gave her the same smile from the office. "I see you know my name, but I don't know yours."

"Blossom Richards." Blossom smiled. Buttercup nodded as her eyes went to the top of her skull. After a few seconds she looked back to her and tapped her temple.

"Got it Now come one. Let's get to our seats before Whorebucks and her gang of sluts get in her." The Professor sighed, giving Buttercup a stern look. Buttercup smiled, mischievously. "Sorry Dad. Oops. I mean Professor." Buttercup stated, walking to her seat. Blossom looked over to Bubbles for an explanation.

"Buttercup is Professor Utoniums' daughter." She stated simply. Blossom nodded has they led her to a table in the back.

"If you don't mind me asking, Who is... Whorebucks?" Blossom asked looking between both girls. Buttercup snorted at the uneasiness that came with name from her lips. Bubbles just shook her head.

"Her real name is Morbucks. That's Buttercup's nickname for her, because she has practically slept with all the guys. She's the captain of the squad. Her father funds most of our activities, so everyone is nice to her, except Buttercup." Smiling, Buttercup leaned back in her chair. Blossom nodded, letting the information kick in.

"So I take it that she's wealthy. Blossom stated. Bubbles and Buttercup nodded.

"Her dad is the second richest man in Townsville, behind Mr Jojo. She was forced to come here, because a teacher caught her deep-throating a guy in a classroom at her private school." Buttercup explained.

"Her first name is Princess, by the way." Bubbles added. Blossom gave a look of disgust upon the second to last bit of information. The other two simply laughed. The bell rang and shortly after, a group of girls walked in. Blossom saw that one stood out more than the others. She had auburn hair that was placed in two puff balls on the top of her head. A gold tiara was placed between them.

Princess Morbucks was actually very pretty. She had a nice toned body, that was shown very well in a revealing gold dress. The dress looked as if it was made from leather. It look suffocating. Her brown eyes roamed the class until she met Blossom's. She gave a wicked smile, before going to the table in the front.

Her group followed her, siting behind her in the rows of tables. Each of them gave a look over to Blossom. Some looked genuinely curious, while others held a burning hatred.

Blossom looked down subconsciously. Buttercup nudged her from the right.

"They're just jealous because you're pretty and they're skanks." Buttercup whispered, making Blossom smile. Blossom glanced around the room, analyzing everyone. She had asked her two new friends who everyone was and if they were clear or not. Most of the class was filled with Princess followers, to her disappointment.

Finally, Blossom learned about everyone and looked down to the project. Genetics. That's easy. Blossom picked up a pencil and quickly answered all the questions. She looked in front of her to a paper with many Punnett Squares. She went through those just as easily.

Bubbles and Buttercup watched in amazement as Blossom took no hesitation in doing her work. The checked their own answers and quickly copied hers. After four different pages, Blossom put down her pencil, leaning back slightly, to let Bubbles and Buttercup see it. It took about ten minutes for them to get every problem.

The Professor, who roamed around the class, had finally gotten to their table. He looked shocked to see Blossom done so fast. He picked up her papers and looked them over. After scanning each paper, he looked over to her.

"This is all right, There is not a single incorrect one. Very good, Miss Richards. I'm now expecting great achievements from you." He said, gaining some of the classes attention. The Professor looked over to Buttercup, who smiled proudly. He leaned a little closer to Blossom. "I would also overjoyed if you could tutor my daughter, if you don't mind." Blossom looked to Buttercup and nodded.

"I would be honored." The Professor straitened up and picked up the girls' papers.

"You may now listen to electronic devices. Very good." He said, walking to the front of the class. Bubbles leaned over and looked Blossom in the eyes.

"Wow. You're really smart. Are you good in all of your classes?" She asked. Blossom nodded. Bubbles looked to her, a look of debating swam through her baby-blue eyes. "Could you tutor me as well? In math? I'm having an awful time in Algebra." Bubbles asked finally after careful consideration. Blossom nodded.

"I would love to. I can tutor you in anything you like. I have a lot of free time, so any day is good." Both girls smiled and pulled out their cells.

"Whats your number?" Blossom frowned, embarrassed. She hung her head, so that they couldn't see her blush.

"I don't have one." She stated. Bubbles giggled. Buttercup just chuckled. Blossom looked up to them both in curiosity. "What?"

"You don't have to be shy. It's okay. We'll just come over. to you have a home phone that we could call?" Bubbles asked. Blossom smiled slightly, nodding. she gave them her home phone and her new address. "What are you doing after school?" Blossom shook her head.

"Nothing. My mom and dad will still be a work."

"You think you could hang with us? We're going to the Football game tonight. It's the first of the season. Bubbles has to cheer, so I will all by myself. " Blossom nodded.

"That sounds like fun."

Done. I actually written a way longer chapter. Like, Wayyyy longer, but I thought it was too much. So review and tell me what you think.