HELLO POOPSIES I AM BACK WITH A NEW STORY!

Bubbles: Don't call them poopsies, it's not nice.

Me: Would you rather I call them bitches?

Bubbles: No...

Me: How about fuckers?

Bubbles: Tampoco...

Me: Then QUIET POOPSIE!

BC: Can you just start already?

Me: YES ON WITH THE STORY! BTW the girls are 14, 15, and 16.

-BUBBLES'S P.O.V.—

"IT'S NOT THAT BIG A DEAL BLOSSOM!"

"YES IT IS BUTTERCUP! THIS IS YOUR THIRD C! YOUR GRADES ARE REALLY SUFFERING HERE!"

"BUBBLES!" They both cried.

*SLAM* I cringed at the sound my door made when I closed it before locking it. Super hearing, still can't control it all that well. Not when I'm this emotional. Don't cry, be tough like Buttercup. I looked up hoping my tears would magically evaporate from my eyes. Why can't they fix their own problems without me? In fact, why can't they just stop fighting?

"I'M NOT DONE TALKING TO YOU!"

"WELL I'VE FINISHED LISTENING!" Buttercup slammed her own door, causing me to shudder again. This time I couldn't help but yelp a bit, and let a few tears fall. I whimpered silently, but my sister also had super hearing, and Buttercup's room was connected to mine through the bathroom. She must've heard me, because I looked up to see a pair of emerald eyes, trying to suppress anger. She's not mad at me, right?

"You ok Bubbles?"

"Yeah, are you?"

She smirked. "Just swell my dear. I am but simply disturbed by our darling sister Miss Blossom Utonium."

I giggled at her strangely spot-on British accent. I swear, if she ever goes to England, well, I'm pretty sure she'll fit right in.

"Are you sure you're alright Bubbs?" She looked at me seriously again, as if I were the one in trouble not her. I hate being the victim.

"Indeed I suppose my state of being right now is adequate," I imitated Buttercup's imitation of an English accent. She's always been sort of my role model, I don't know why for sure though.

"Unappreciated, but acceptable." Once, we spent an entire week memorizing a college dictionary to freak Blossom out with our superior vocabulary. It worked, but we rarely use it as an everyday thing. She stood up and pulled my arm so I could do the same. I didn't mind, I do a little jump so I don't trip which amuses my otherwise grumpy sister and I'm used to it. Normally my childish ways just annoy Blossom while Buttercup humors me. Strange, I'd always thought it'd be the other way around, but BC mellowed a bit with age while Blossom just matured and turned more serious, intelligent and cold.

"So you making dinner or what, I'm starved!"

"Yeah, I'll get right on that…"

My sadness left after a few minutes, I could never really hold a grudge, so I skipped down to the kitchen were Blossom was reading something.

"HI Blossom!"

"Hello Bubbles," She murmured, not even bothering to look up at me. I feel like she's ignoring me, which brings me down again. I hate people not liking me, have I done something wrong?

"SO BUBBLIES what's fo' dinna?" Buttercup strolled in.

"Buttercup we need to talk," Blossom put her book down and spoke with authority in her voice.

"No Blossom, you need to talk to me about something I don't want to talk about because that is the only time you ever want to talk whereas I need to eat." BC grabbed a green apple and started munching on it. I can feel another argument coming up.

"Listen to me Buttercup; I am TIRED of your attitude-"

"Well I'm tired of you only talking at me to yell at me and to get me in trouble and you ignoring our sister but you don't see me bitching about it."

"STOP DISRESPECTING ME LIKE THAT!"

"No."

I dropped the frying pan and super speeded out of the kitchen and towards my room, slamming the door and locking it again.

"DAMMIT BLOSSOM YOU SEE WHAT YOU DO!"

"YOU DID THIS! IF YOU WOULD'VE JUST LISTENED TO ME-"

"WHEN DO YOU LISTEN TO US HUH?!"

Silence. Either Blossom's not yelling, or she's decided to drop it and ignore us again. I can't remember when she started doing this, but it's getting harder to remember when she wasn't.

"You know what. Fuck this…" BC's voice ringed in my heightened powered ears. Something told me she left with her friends or something, I wish I could run away. I looked at my clock, 9:30PM. It was late, how long was I crying?

A five-year-old Buttercup held the snake beast rolled up into a ball between her hands and raised it up over her head.

"Yo Blossom, catch!" She threw the creature at her eldest sister, it speeding with every moment.

"Buttercup not so hard!" She caught it but was being thrown back. "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Blossom screamed while crashing through a few buildings before stopping at, but breaking nevertheless, the Mayor's office.

"Sorry about that mayor," she apologized, still holding onto the monster.

"Oh well that's ok…"

"It wouldn't have happened if Buttercup wouldn't throw so hard!" Her eyes glared at her toughest of them all sister.

"Well, if you could only catch!" She retorted.

"You threw it too hard!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"DID NOT!"

"DID TOO!"

"STOP IT!" Small, sensitive Bubbles teared up. "I hate it when you guys fight."

My eyes popped open from my memory/dream. My words echoed in my head, I hate it when you guys fight… I wished I could be able to make them stop now like I used to, it was much simpler, or so it seemed. I looked at my clock again, 1:17AM. Still early, I wonder if Buttercup is here yet. Or, if she actually run away. I wish I could run away. The thought from earlier came to mind again, I can't run away, can I? Everyone's asleep, you have enough money in your piggy bank, why not? I couldn't do that to Buttercup, she can't handle Blossom on her own. Then just let Buttercup know, after all, Blossom wouldn't care. BC might convince me to come back. Not if Blossom thinks you're dead. What? Fake your own death… NO! What's wrong with me? HOW WOULD I EVEN DO THAT! Think about it…

Almost instantly, a sick, twisted idea came to mind, and it just might work. A while ago, I developed power that no one knew about, well, with the exception of BC. I cut a piece of my hair and laid it on the floor, before spitting on it. The chemical X and the water in my spit, even though it was a little bit, mixed with my hair had created a clone of me. She was exactly like me except for one thing. Normally it varies, but this one looked happy, this must be the one that has my joy. Can't take the back now, there is a very, um, awkward process in retrieving a clone back into you. I didn't feel like kissing it right now, and besides, I might not have enough time. Before she had a chance to say something, I knocked her out. Didn't need her blowing my cover, even though Blossom probably can't hear very well. The adrenaline rush was so overwhelming I hadn't noticed it had only been no more than three minutes so far. I looked sadly at my Joy, before carefully injecting the Antidote X in it, taking away its life. I left the vial next to her hand, grabbed my clothes and money and stuffed it into my baby blue gym bag.

I was about to leave when another idea reared its head into my brain. I went up to the attic and took my old green scooter. It used to be Buttercup's, before she got a new one. I wanted it, green and all, and she taught me how to ride one. This could work as free transportation for when I can't fly or run. I might not be able to use my powers anymore, or at least not in public. I left a note to Buttercup explaining all of this and left it in our dictionary under "Scooter" where my scooter was. I checked my watch again, 15 minutes. Taking a deep breath, I placed my "suicide" letter in my clone's other hand, and jumped out. Had my Joy returned to me, I might've given up already and just gone back. But my joy died with my clone. It would take a while before I can rebuild it in myself again. Last time, it was fear, and I had been crazier than BC.

I floated away from Townsville as quickly as possible without leaving a blue trail. You know something? I like blue, but it's not just my favorite color. It used to be my outlook, my view on life. Maybe now, I would be able to escape it…

Blossom: WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU POLLIE! I am not like that...

Me: Well, I am T-R-Y-I-N-G to make this story DRAMATIC! So yeah, I kind of had to make you like that.

Blossom: ):

BC: So, I never got to eat dinner?

Bubbles: *rolls eyes* BC there more important things to talk about right now! This is a story about us, right Pollie?

Me: True, but I'm not putting that in the summary because some people think wrong, and I don't want them thinking this is some sort of lesb-

Them: O.O

Me: Well, you understand where I'm going with that...

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All of the girls and me: FUCK OFF BOOMER THIS IS A SISTERLY MOMENT HERE!

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