Blossom.

2nd September 2006.

Dear Diary,

Well, me and the girls started High School today. I thought we'd all be in the same Homeroom class, but Buttercup's in a different one to me and Bubbles. It's funny, I think Bubbles was more upset than she was. We've always been in the same classes... Maybe that's why Buttercup's being splitting off from me and Bubbles. For the last two weeks, Buttercup's being going off and doing her own thing, and nobody knows where she's going and what she's doing. And she's started dressing in black a lot. I'm kind of worried about her.

I'm worried about Bubbles, too. A couple of guys took her stuff today and started throwing it around the classroom and stuff. I mean... Bubbles has always got along with people, and those two guys just upset her for no reason. And the worst thing is, if Buttercup had been there, she would have stuck up for her. (The old Buttercup, anyway.) Everyone just watched. I mean, I tried to stop them, but somehow my speeches don't have the same effect as Buttercup's punches. And then we got made to sit next to them in History! Something to do with Alphabetical order of our FIRST names. So... Blossom... Boomer...Bubbles...Brick. And you know what? They're actually pretty cool. It wasn't until we told Buttercup that they were two of the Rowdyruff Boys... Those were the guys who beat us up nine years ago! She said the other one - Butch, I think - is in her Homeroom and they'd had a huge fight in the middle of registration. (Their seating plan is the same as ours in History, apparently, so they're sitting next to each other.) So Mr Simmons - their teacher - put them both in Detention. I think she likes it though. I think it makes her feel like a rebel or something. And you know, that Brick is kind of hot...

But oh my God, you will NEVER guess what Robin told us when we were on the bus home! We were just sat on the front seats - well, me and Bubbles were sat in front of her, but whatever - and talking about people we'd met and stuff like that, when she just blurted out, "I got asked out today."

"Oh my God!" I turned even further around in my seat to face her. "By who?"

She bit her lip. "George Ramone."

George Ramone. GEORGE RAMONE. The first day of High School, and Robin was already going out with the hottest guy in 9th Grade. OH MY GOD.

I've got to go. I have a load of homework to do (already) and then Robin's coming around so we can go to some party Mike's having.

Blossom x

Buttercup.

September 2nd 06.

I've just got in from detention (all that stupid Butch's fault - I'll explain later). Dad dumped this thing in my hands as soon as I walked through the door. As soon as he heard I was in Detention (courtesy of my darling sisters), he went out and bought this for me. He must think I've got some unsolved emotional issues or something. So I'm only doing this for him.

Everything started out fine, actually. I mean, I was in the same Homeroom as my best friend, Danni Morrison, so I thought everything was cool. And until Mr Simmons came in, it was.

"I want everyone in alphabetical order," he barked, glaring at us. "And not in surname order, Mr Hanson," he added as some guy at the front started to move towards his friend. "First name order. For example, Hanson, you'll be sat next to Miss Utonium at the front here. Miss Utonium?"

The day just kept getting worse after that. I mean, Hanson turned out to be Butch. As in, Rowdyruff Butch. The only guy who's managed beat me up... Ever. I mean, if I was like Blossom and Bubbles, I'd be seriously freaking out. But as it is, I'm me. And so I did what I do best; I got angry. I think Butch realised who I was at the same time I realised who he was, because he started yelling at Mr Simmons at the exact same moment I did. I'm not sure, but I think it went something like this:

Me: Sir, I can't sit next to him!

Butch: (At the same time.) Dude, no way am I sitting anywhere near her!

Mr Simmons: You will sit where I tell you to!

Me: But we have a history!

Mr Simmons: So do a lot of people, Utonium. Sit down.

Me & Butch: Um. No.

Mr Simmons: Excuse me?

Me: Dude, the guy tried to kill me!

Butch: Heh. That was fun.

Me: (Sarcastically.) Oh, yeah, we had a ball.

Butch: See?

Me: How stupid are you? Bubbles is smarter than you!

Butch: Oh, that's low.

Me: (Sweetly.) I can go lower.

I'm not actually sure who did it, but one of us jumped on the other one pretty much straight after that. We must have been fighting for about ten minutes before Simmons managed to seperate us. And then he sent us to the Principle.

"You do realise this is all your fault," Butch asked me casually as we waited for the Principle to call us in, "right?"

I glared at him. "How is this my fault?"

He shrugged and grinned at me. "I dunno, but no way is it mine."

It's funny, but in Detention, we kind of made friends. He said that he was going to Mike's party with his brothers and that he'd seen me and Danni at the last baseball game we'd snuck out of school to go to. And you know what? Although he's still a punk-out bad-ass, he's pretty cool. He's got the best sense of humour I've ever come across... other than mine, I mean. Hm. School might not be so bad after all. Anyway, I've got to go, I'm going to be late for Mike's party (Dad said I could go as long as I write in this everyday).

Bubbles.

09.02.2006.

Dear Diary,

I'm at Mike's birthday party. Yeah, I know it's a bit weird to be writing in my diary at a party, but things are kind of getting out of control here. There's loads of alcohol and college people and everything. Buttercup can call me a sissy all she wants, but I'm scared. She loves it, of course. She's up on the dancefloor, dancing with Butch and drinking beer. Dad would go nuts if he knew what was going on. I mean, I'm not going to tell him... I know Blossom would but she's been drinking too, and she's disappeared off to a bedroom with some guy. I've only ever seen like that once, and that was at New Year. She disappeared off to her room with Mitch then, and when I followed her to stop whatever it was she was doing, she didn't speak to me for about a week. Which is nasty in itself, because Buttercup was dating Mitch at the time. When she found out, she beat Mitch up, stopped speaking to him and didn't talk to Blossom for about three months. I still don't think she's over it - Mitch was her first boyfriend and Blossom's had loads.

I just want to go home. I mean, I only came because I thought it would be fun, but it's even worse than it should be because Boomer and Butch are here. I'm sure Brick's here, too, but I can't see him. I'm sure he's off groping some girl. From what I've heard today, he's got a reputation for being a womaniser... Anyway, Boomer is the only person I can see who looks as miserable as I feel. I mean, Buttercup's having a laugh with Butch and his friends, Robin's frenching with George and Blossom's definately having fun. I'll have to write more later - Boomer's coming over.

Bubbles

-xXx-