How do I get myself into these situations? A certain fiery red-head teen asked herself, moving among the many gray faces that littered the busy metropolis of Townsville. Blossom Utonium carried several shopping bags in one hand and an umbrella in the other, while she tried to navigate among the crowds of citizens trying to make it home like her. The rain was pouring like a flood down on Townsville, and most of the generic citizens were already grumbling about how soaked they were, even though it was just 6:50 PM and the rain only started around 5 minutes ago.
Blossom was glad she was not one of the grumblers. She stood dry and warm in he
