I look back at Mr. Harrison, who's sitting at his desk in the back of my class. I can tell he's taking roll, and in two minutes, like every day, he'll walk up to the front of the class, cough once, and ask for our homework. We'll hand our homework up to the front, he'll collect the stack, walk back to his desk, and shake his head. I'm supposed to be reading, and like usual, I'm not.

Mr. Harrison begins his walk to the front of the room. I giggle softly to myself and look at my watch. Class has just started, and it's only second period. I can't wait for fourth period. I have art that period and my favorite thing to do is draw. Tasha turns to me and asks, "Bubbles, where are you?" I jerk back to reality, and she finishes, "You were spacing out again, Bubbles. Let me guess: thinking about art again? Or maybe Ian? Not that you'd tell me if it was Ian, but you never know, maybe it could have been!"

"Uh! Tasha, that is not fair! You know I tell you everything!" I look around and realize that Mr. Harrison, and the rest of the class, are staring at Tasha and I. I look at her, we both giggle and turn around and face the front. I take out a pencil, and get ready to take notes. Mr. Harrison continues class, and I look out the window and daydream.

The bell rings and I pack up my books, and walk out of the room. I walk to my next period class and smile when Ian walks in. He walks over to me, kisses me, and sits down next to me. I turn to him and ask, "Oh honey, can you come over and help me with my global studies project tonight? Mr. Harrison really loaded us up with homework."

"Yah, of course, Bubbly. I'll come over around six, alright?" he responds gently.

"Sounds great, sweetie." I look at him, and stick my tongue out. He points at the door, and I glance up. My sister walks into the classroom. "Hey Blossom, how's your day been going?" She sits down behind me and sighs. "That bad? Are you okay?"

"Well, yeah, but Ms. Chang is so difficult! I've only been in her Chinese classes since before I was going to this high school! She won't let me fly to China during class, and bring back some traditional food. She says 'It's against school policy.'" Blossom gives another exasperated, teenage sigh and rests her head on the desk.

In the middle of Blossom's ravings, Buttercup, my other sister, walks in and says, "You should try having math with Mr. Lawson, Blossom! He gave us homework after a test! It's like a law that you can't do that!" Buttercup and Blossom always seemed to have something to fight about, and today is no exception.

Our English Lit. teacher has started class, and says, "Alright students, let's break up into groups of four." Ian and I turn around to work with my sisters. I'm always the artist, Blossom always writes things down, and Ian and Buttercup usually have the best ideas. We make a really good team. Ian grabs my hand, and tickles my palm. I giggle, as quietly as I can, while Blossom listens for our instructions.

"Okay team, we're supposed to illustrate that story we read last night." Blossom dictates the instructions, and delegates responsibilities.

"Goody!" I squeal and get out my art paper and colored pencils. The three watch me work, and give me a few ideas and comments, but we finish before class is done. We hand the paper to Mrs. Keway and continue talking, like usual.

Blossom stops talking for a while, and I can tell she's writing me a note. When you've been one of someone's identical triplets since you were five, you get to know them fairly well. When Blossom is upset, she always writes me a note. I guess you could say I'm the mediator of my sisters. I try to make, and keep, everyone happy, all the time.

The class ends, Blossom hands me the note, Ian grabs my hand and guides me to my next class, and the rest of the day fizzles into a romantic daydream. I spend a lot of time daydreaming, and drawing. In the middle of fifth period, I read Blossom's note.

"Bubbles, Do you remember back when we were five? The matching dresses we used to wear? The way we all did our hair? The fact that we fought crime? Well, I remember it, and I miss it. I mean, I don't want to go back to wearing that bow... but I really do miss how close we all were. Buttercup and I fought back then too, but we fight even more now. And look at you! You're so popular with guys, I mean Ian, and I know of at least 6 other guys that like you. I'm 18 years old and I've never even kissed a boy. I'm a senior in high school and I've never been on a date; I used to be the "pretty" one, too! I know that you know that I wasn't upset about my Chinese class. I just was wondering if tonight, I mean, after Ian leaves, we could just talk - like we used to? Well, I'll be in my room tonight, so you can stop by anytime. Always, Blossom"

I look down at my feet after reading the note, and see my blue and white Nikes. The next thing I know, they're walking me down the street toward home. I walk in my front door, and yell, "Professor, I'm home, but I'm going to work now!"

"Okay Bubbles, will you be home at the usual time?" Professor Utonium really was a good dad. Just a little over-protective sometimes.

"Yeah, before six!" I walk upstairs, drop off my bag, and run back downstairs. I hop out the door, and down the two steps up to our house, and walk to my part-time job at Pokey Oaks Kindergarten, with Ms. Keane.

I applied for an internship with Ms. Keane this year, and was accepted for it. I help her make activities and things for the kids to do. Realistically, I don't think I ever grew up from kindergarten. I start working on a craft to help the children learn about birds. I work for a while, and look down at my watch. I realize it's 5:30; I've already been there two hours. It's time to go home. I let Ms. Keane know how far I've gotten and that I'm leaving, and I walk out the door.

Humming, I walk upstairs to brush my hair. I look in the mirror at the 18 year-old staring back. Her shoulder-length blonde hair, blue eyes, and skinny, 5'7" body are only slightly like those of her sisters. The girl in the mirror knows everything that I don't. She knows why Blossom is so upset. I talk to her, "Will everything be okay?" Of course, she doesn't reply, because she's just my reflection. I'm startled when I hear the doorbell, and go running downstairs to answer it.

"Hi, Ian." we walk upstairs, into my room, and start working on my project. "I can tell you anything, right?" Ian nods a conscious, but silent, yes. "Well, I'm worried about Blossom, she wrote me a note today, so after you leave I'm going to go talk to her, and I just don't want her to be upset." He always knows exactly what to say to make me feel better, and he just reminds me that she's Blossom, and is always worried about something, and she's probably fine. I breathe a sigh of relief, and give him a kiss. We finish working on my project and it's time for him to leave. I walk him to the door, and tell him I'll see him tomorrow.

I find myself in the hallway outside Blossom's room. I am about to walk into her room, when I hear something on the other side of the door. I stop and listen for a moment. I know I shouldn't, but I'm nosy, I guess. It almost sounds like she's crying. I figure that isn't true. It's Blossom, and she's always been the stable one. I knock. "Who is it?" her voice sounds strangely nervous. I tell her it's me, and she asks me to come in, and hurry and shut the door. I was not expecting to see what I see.