As the saying goes, "There's two sides to every story," and for these girls, that saying lives on. As they live a mysterious life at day, three new egos awaken at night.

Three Stars, One Sky

Chapter 1: The Beginning

If there was a problem with finding who you were at school, Townsville Private High probably had the most issues of all schools.

All students had a title, no matter who they were. Of coarse, the titles weren't always a positive thing.

Because of that issue, many students were picked on, teased, bullied, harassed, and stereotyped by others. The principal had never found a way to end those issues, and chances of him ever trying were low.

Many of the students who were teased were freshmen, mostly because of the reason the were the youngest and most easiest to pick on.

One of these students was Blossom, a stereotyped nerd of the school. She never believed in such titles, saying they were ridiculous even existing.

She walked down the hallway, girls shoving her against the lockers and making her disgusted faces.

The red-head would snarl at them before walking away as if nothing had happened.

Today wasn't different from any day.

The girl made her way downstairs, ignoring the comments she heard others whispering.

Blossom had never intended to come to Townsville High. She loathed the school with a great hatred, and the students along with it.

One main reason she abhorred the school was the uniforms they were forced into wearing, which included a black blazer that had the school's crest on the left breast pocket, a red and black plaid skirt, a white oxford shirt, black knee socks, a red tie, and/or a gray vest. The shoes were your choice, just no heel higher than an inch.

"Oh my gosh, who invited the nerd to this floor?" She heard someone call, which she could tell was her worst enemy, Berserk.

Blossom just sighed as she walked by her. She heard some girls snicker, but kept on walking.

"Damn high school."

"Look! It's the loner!" A blond with two long pigtails yelled, making some girls laugh.

The young blond just looked away, feeling embarrassed.

"What's wrong? Scared, Bubbles?" Her loud voice rang through the halls, causing the poor girl to run away.

Bubbles quickly entered her next classroom, slamming the door, and sliding down onto the floor. She felt her eyes becoming watery, but tried her best to stay strong.

Ever since the first time encounter with Brat, Bubbles had been harassed, and she never liked the titles they gave her, like loner, loser, and more.

She remembered her favorite days in middle school before coming to this hell. She hated the school, and most of the students in it.

"Come on, Bubbles. Don't cry, don't cry…" She told herself, knowing no one but herself was in the room.

"Remember, come on…" She felt tears coming down her delicate face. She brushed her bangs to the side, and rubbed her eyes. She stood up, and walked over to the piano in the center of the room, sitting down on the chair aside it. Her fingers began to trail through the keys, her fingers playing the piano, and singing in her low, gentle voice.

"After all this has passed, I still will remain. After I've cried my last, there'll be beauty from pain." Her fingers still moved, playing the melody softly.

"Though it won't be today," Her eyes closing as she sang. "Someday I'll hope again…And they'll be beauty from pain. You will bring beauty from pain…" Her soft voice trailing off as she stopped playing the piano. She turned her face around, tears streaming down.

"I just can't wait for high school to be gone…"

"Look who actually came," A girl around her late teens called out, her friends noticing a girl with dark raven hair, and green eyes coming by them.

"Eww!" One of them yelled, pointing at the passerby. "Brute, who the hell invited Butterboy here?"

The green-eyed girl only snarled at them, making her hands into fists. "It's Buttercup," Her teeth gritted as she whispered.

"Whatever," Another screamed. "Like anyone cares."

"Yeah, and like any of your stupid boyfriends care how many sexually transmitted diseases you have," She joked back in a valley girl accent.

The girl covered her mouth, feeling insulted by the raven-haired. "Like you had any!"

"Yeah," She turned back. "Cause I kicked their asses before they got even close to flirting with me."

"Sure," Brute responded, looking at her green-colored nails as she did so. "Like any would even go that far as to flirt with trash like you."

"You wanna start shit, Plutonium?" She called out, running towards Brute.

"Bring it on, bitch!" She flicked off her fingers, telling Buttercup to go over there.

Buttercup was about to throw a punch at the girl when she saw the vice principal nearby, yanking her fist back. "Dammit…"

"That's right!" Brute snapped her fingers in front of Buttercup's face, irritating the girl. "You can't do shit!"

"Screw this crap…" Buttercup grabbed her backpack she had thrown onto the floor, and walked away, muttering many cussing words to herself.

"High school can go to hell…"

As fourth period came to an end, everyone hurried their way to the cafeteria. Many people would just sit in a table, and chat.

Some tables were labeled for different people, which included the popular and the non-popular.

"What's for today?" Asked Bubbles innocently as she held out her tray.

"Food."

"Oh." The blond looked down, and quickly took a seat at the table in the corner.

Blossom had never enjoyed the school's lunches, so she brought her own, and sat in another separate table.

Buttercup grabbed her food. And quickly sat on a table, not caring who was there.

Berserk, Brat, and Brute went to sit in the same table with other "popular" kids. What the others didn't know was the three girls had a scheme planned out.

"So you got the plan?" Asked the green-eyed sister, Brute.

"Of coarse," Replied the pink-eyed sister, Berserk.

"Yep," The youngest blue-eyed sister replied.

"Good." Brute grabbed her food, and suddenly slammed it onto Buttercup from across the room.

"What the-" But before Buttercup could finish her sentence, the whole room was filled with kids throwing food to each other, except for Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup.

Some kids were screaming with their lungs, others were laughing their way.

All three girls tried their best to escape, but failed as they saw their most hated enemies blocking the only exit.

Just as everyone was having fun, the principal entered the room, his face looking furious.

"What is going on?" The room stood quite. "Well?" No one dared to answer.

"It was them!" Berserk, Brat, and Brute pointed at Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup. "They started it!"

The girls were about to argue, but the principal glared at them.

"I don't want to hear a peep out of you three. Everyone will clean this mess. You three will spend after school in detention." The principal walked out of the room, muttering some profanity words.

"What?" Blossom stared at Berserk, not being able to believe what had just happened.

"This isn't fair…" Bubbles whispered as she looked away from Brat.

"I swear imma kill them soon…" Buttercup kept telling herself.

"Well," Berserk yelled to everyone, "You heard the man. Clean up this whole mess!"

"I shouldn't be here…" Blossom told herself as she put her head down on the desk.

"Speak for yourself." Replied Buttercup as she drew on her notebook. "This is so worthless."

"I don't wanna be here," Muttered Bubbles as she looked at the girls.

It was after school, and the girls were spending it inside a detention room. They all watched the clock as it moved slowly, making them all groan out of boredom.

"I forever will definitely kill Brute for this…" Buttercup threw the pencil on the ground, looking rather bored.

"You think she makes your life miserable? Berserk makes me go suicidal!" Blossom spoke to Buttercup, catching the green-eyed girl's attention.

"Brat does the same to me, too.." Bubbles whispered, surprising the two girls.

"I'm Blossom." The red-head shook hands with both girls.

"Call me Buttercup," She said with a smile.

"My name's Bubbles." The blond waved to the girls.

For the next couple of minutes, the girls chatted among themselves, talking about each other's experience with one of the three triplets. As they spoke, time seemed to go faster, and in no time, it was time to go.

The three girls quickly exited the building, and down the stairs. As they arrived in front of the school, they all headed the same direction. They began chatting once again, relating to each other.

"What do you mean those three girls cancelled on me!" Yelled the man as he fidgeted across one of the seats on the limo. "It's called an audition for a reason!"

The driver looked back, listening to his conversation as he drove around.

"What do you want me to do?" He asked as e pressed harder on his phone.

"Find a replacement? That's a challenge there, my good man." He nodded several times.

"Well, I just can't fins three girls like-" He looked through his window, and noticed three girls walking together, chatting among themselves. He rose an eyebrow, thinking for a minute.

"You know what? Tell them I'll be there in a bit.." He whispered.

"I just found my new three hit singles…"

"And that's why I hang out by myself now," Finished Bubbles as she twirled her finger around her blond pigtails.

"Wow," Was all Buttercup can say as she absorbed everything the blond had told them.

Blossom looked at the girl, feeling sympathy for her. "I'm sorry, that must've been hard to go through.."

"It's okay. At least I did make it through, huh?" She closed her eyes, a smile appearing on her face.

All three girls turned around as they saw a long, black limo driving near them. As the windows slid down, they saw a young man, maybe around his late twenties, with shiny black hair, and a white suit with a black tie.

"Umm….Can we help you?" Blossom asked first.

"Yes, yes you can." The girls stopped, and awaited for the man to speak. "I'm one of the largest record and music producers in this nation, but just call me Professor. I had an audition for three girls this evening, and they cancelled. I need someone to fill in for the audition. I was wondering would any of you three ladies like to have that spot?"

"What's in it for us?" Buttercup asked, raising an eyebrow at the man.

"Easy. Money, fame, and more. So you in?" He looked at the three.

"Well, how do we know you're not lying?" Bubbles asked next, placing her hands on her hips.

He took out a card, showing his number, email, name, job, address, and more. "Need more?"

The girls huddled up, whispering to each other if to take the offer or not. They then spread apart, staring at the man with a serious expression.

"Okay then, in one condition: We use different names, and we make our own music." Announced Blossom.

"Deal. But do you girls know how to play anything?"

Bubbles took out some drum sticks from her backpack. "I know drums."

"I know the guitar," Buttercup told the Professor.

"And I can sing," Blossom coughed up.

"Excellent." He invited the girls inside the limo, telling them al about the contract, deals, and their cooperation that was needed.

"In the end," He told them as they sat across from him. "You'll rise higher than the stars."

"Shoot for the stars." Bubbles continued.

"Across the moon," Buttercup went on.

"And through the sun," Blossom finished with a smirk on her face. "To another galaxy never far too soon.."

But what the girls didn't realize that day was that was only the beginning.

New story! Oh my gosh, I hope you liked. Please don't forget to review!

I'll see you next time!

~Lucy