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A/N -This is my first PPG fanfic and, yes, it is based in a high school. How original, right? Well hopefully I can bring something different to it. It's a bit of a cross of PPG and PPGZ, as in, the girls have fingers and toes and normal eyes in comparison with everyone else. It's also set when the girls are sixteen.

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Chapter One

Professor Utonium stood at the kitchen counter, staring blankly out of the kitchen window. The day had finally come for his baby girls to go to high school. He had always dreaded this day, but now that it was here all he felt was numbing apprehension.

"Are you alright, Professor?"

He started and spun around to see Blossom watching him from the table, her pink eyes filled with concern. Bubbles and Buttercup sat beside her, eating their cereal quietly. They had all grown into beautiful young women. Blossom was the tallest of the girls and her long red hair was always kept neat and proper. Bubbles was the shortest and her blonde hair had grown to elbows-length. Buttercup had kept her dark hair short and spiky and was the only one of the girls who refused to wear make-up.

"I'm fine, Blossom," he said, trying not to choke up as he smiled. "I'm just... so proud of you girls."

"Aw, Professor," Bubbles cooed, standing up and rushing over to give her father a tight hug. "It's only high school. No big deal."

"Right, right," he said, returning the hug and closing his eyes to prevent the tears from escaping them. "It's no big deal."

There was a moment where no one moved. Bubbles and the Professor hugged, Blossom watched with a gentle smile playing upon her lips, and Buttercup ate her cereal unaware of what was going on around her due to the music blasting into her ears.

When the Professor finally released Bubbles a few tears had escaped from his eyes. "Well, you girls better get going. You don't want to be late to your first day."

"Right," Blossom said, picking up her bag and nudging Buttercup, who also stood up with her bag.

"We'll see you this afternoon, Professor," Bubbles said, slinging her own bright blue bag over her shoulder as she followed her sisters out of the door.

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As the high school they were attending was a couple of cities away from Townsville, they had to fly. Blossom couldn't keep the smile off her face. She was still the nerdy one of the girls and her clothes reflected it. She was wearing a white shirt under a pink jumper with skinny jeans. Bubbles flew close beside her, wearing a light blue sleeveless shirt and a denim skirt that ended just above her knees. Behind them flew Buttercup, still listening to her music, wearing baggy black trousers and a loose green jersey.

They landed a block away from the doors of the school and started to walk. They had agreed to walk to school after their first day of middle school, where several of the students had panic attacks from seeing girls flying towards the building at an alarming rate. After all, they didn't want everyone knowing that they had powers.

"Aren't you girls so excited?" Blossom asked, hugging her backpack to her chest as she walked towards the large brick building in front of them.

"I'm nervous," Bubbles said, grinning widely and bouncing on her toes. "This is the first time we're not going to be in the same classes as each other. It'll be scary."

"Whatever," Buttercup said dismissively. "It's just school."

"What do you guys have first?" Blossom asked. "I have chemistry."

"Art," Bubbles chirped.

"Gym," Buttercup muttered.

They got to the school doors and halted. "So I guess we'll meet up at lunch break?" Blossom asked.

"Sounds good to me," Bubbles said. "See you later!"

"Whatever," Buttercup said.

They turned and all took a different hallway, heading towards their respective classes.

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Blossom walked into class and was shocked to find that it was empty. A middle aged woman sat at the front of the room, marking papers with a creased brow.

"Am I in the right room?" Blossom asked.

The woman jumped and looked up. "Oh, oh yes you are. Please take a seat. I'm Mrs. Havimshaw and I'm the chemistry teacher. And you are...?"

"Blossom Utonium," Blossom said, placing her books down at the table at the front.

"The other students should be here shortly, they usually don't arrive until the tardy bell," Mrs. Havimshaw said.

Blossom felt herself flush. She knew she was nerdy, but didn't think that she would be the only student to arrive early to class. She opened her books and began to look at the work she would be covering that semester.

After only a few minutes the tardy bell rung and a flow of students entered the class. A few girls looked Blossom up and down, scrutinizing her clothes and hair before turning away and giggling. Blossom felt herself flush again. A couple of guys also looked her up and down before snickering and punching each other on the arm.

'Oh God, I feel like such a freak,' she thought, lowering her head to stare at her book.

The last person into the class was a tall red haired guy wearing a baseball cap backwards. He looked around the room and sneered when she saw that the only available seat was next to Blossom. He collapsed into the chair and put his books onto the table.

"Welcome class to your first year of senior chemistry," Mrs. Havimshaw said theatrically, standing and holding her arms out wide. "I hope you're all as passionate about this fascinating science as I am."

She continued to give her introductory speech to the subject. Blossom listened intently until a paper ball hit the side of her head. She scowled and picked it up, looking to the boy beside her. He was taking notes lazily in his book, looking as though he would rather be sleeping than listen to the teacher, but the slight twitch of his lips told her that he was indeed the culprit.

She opened the paper ball and saw that it was a note.

'What the hell do you think you're wearing?'

She felt her face go completely red. She quickly picked up a pen scrawled a response.

'Who the hell do you think you are?'

She crumpled it again and was about to throw it at the boy's head when the teacher cleared her throat. "Ms. Utonium, we throw our rubbish in the bins, not at fellow classmates."

The boy snickered and leant back in his chair and Blossom stood and placed the note into the bin. "Sorry, ma'am," she muttered, wishing that she had the power of invisibility.

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Bubbles looked around the art room in amazement. It was twice the size of the one at her last school and the equipment looked brand new. The class had a relaxed atmosphere and the students worked individually while the teacher drank coffee at his desk. Bubbles herself was doing some rough sketches of animals in her workbook, but kept getting distracted by everything in the room.

"It's hard work, ain't it?" said a soft voice beside her.

She looked to see a blonde boy smiling at her. He had large blue eyes and messy blonde hair which parted in the centre.

"Huh?" she asked, not understanding his question.

He took a seat across the table at her and folded his arms on the table. "Staying focused, it's hard work."

"Oh, yeah," Bubbles giggled. "Usually nothing distracts me from my drawing, but today's just so exciting."

"You like school?" the boy asked, raising an eyebrow.

"My sister does," she said truthfully. "But that's just because she's really smart. My other sister hates school because she gets bad grades."

"And what about you?" the boy asked, smiling again and showing the metal braces that lined his teeth.

"Well... I like the arts classes, but the academic ones are a bit too hard," she said.

"I hate school," he admitted, grinning again. "But that's probably because I'm the dumb one."

"You shouldn't call yourself dumb," Bubbles said. "Intellectually challenged is a nicer way of saying it."

The boy laughed. "You're funny," he said. "And nice."

"Well it's what my sisters call me," she said, giggling.

The boy nodded and looked down to his hands. "We have a lot in common," he said. "Maybe sometime we could-"

"Less chatter more splatter," the teacher suddenly called out, interrupting the boy. "This is an art class, not a social gathering."

The boy grinned again, and Bubbles saw a red flush begin to creep up his neck. "I'll see you around... uh..."

"Bubbles," she said.

"Bubbles," he repeated before turning and walking back to his artwork.

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Buttercup hated having to restrain herself while using gym equipment at school. Normally she would have had all of the weights on, but the Professor had warned her against it.

"If you really want to make friends you have to take it back a notch," he had told her the previous night. "It's not that there's anything wrong with being strong, it's just that some people find it intimidating."

'Intimidating my ass,' she thought as she lifted the bench-press bar for the umpteenth time without feeling any strain whatsoever. 'I'm just downright scary.'

She eventually grew bored of just lifting the bar effortlessly, and stood up.

'Great, I haven't even broken a sweat,' she thought, looking for something else to do.

In the far corner a group of guys were cheering and hooting. She walked over to them and saw that an arm wrestle was taking place. One of the competitors was a large jock with spiked brown hair, and the other was a thin kid with messy black hair and green eyes. The jock was growling and grunting as he tried to shift the skinny kid's arm which didn't budge at all.

"Come on, Trent, give it up," the kid yawned, not seeming to make any effort at all in the arm wrestle. "I never lose!"

Trent didn't seem to pay attention to the slander, but did seem to add extra effort into the push. Veins stood out on his forehead and neck as he slowly turned red.

"Aw, come on, mate," a tall kid next to Buttercup yelled. "Put him out of his misery!"

"Okey-dokey," the skinny kid said. With what seemed like an effortless push, he lowered Trent's arm to the other side of the table.

Trent stood up, painting and ashamed, and scurried away quickly. The skinny kid stood and raised his hands high above his head. "Will no one else take on the undefeated champion?" he asked mockingly, as the crowd of guys cheered.

"I will," Buttercup said, crossing her arms and stepping towards the kid.

"Ooh, a female contender," he laughed, and the guys laughed with him. "Are you sure? I wouldn't want you to break a nail."

"I wouldn't want to break your face," she spat back, taking a seat across from the table and putting her right arm on the table. "Just verse me before I get bored."

"Alrighty then," the kid laughed, placing his hand in hers and grinning mockingly. "Just don't cry to mummy when you lose."

"We start at three," she said. "One..."

"Two..." he said, tightening his hand around hers.

"Three!" they both cried together. She felt him push hard against her hand, and returned the push with equal measure. He was strong, she'd give him that.

"Is that all you've got?" she asked in the same mocking tone that he had given her.

"Oh, we're just getting started," he replied.

She felt him push harder, but she kept her hand steady. He was stronger than any other guy she'd ever arm wrestled before. Still, he wouldn't have the pleasure of victory today. She decided to give it her all and pushed with all of her strength against his hand. To her surprise, his arm didn't collapse. Instead, she felt him pushing hard against her. Their hands began to shake as they added more force to the push.

"You're strong, I'll give you that," he said through gritted teeth. "But I'll be darned if you beat me today."

The crowd of guys around them had fallen into a shocked silence. They obviously had never seen their idle put so much effort into an arm wrestle before, let alone an arm wrestle against a girl. Their silence however had attracted the attention of the other girls in gym class who wandered over to watch with amazement.

Buttercup could feel her strength wearing out, even if she didn't want to admit it. This kid was way stronger than she could have imagined.

"Getting tired?" he teased, though a layer of sweat had broken out on his forehead.

"Hardly," she lied, but she knew that he could tell.

They sat like that for a few more minutes, until finally she felt her arm give way. He slammed her arm against to table, and the guys in the crowd cheered. She sat there, hating herself, as he took his hand away and raised it above his head.

"The still undefeated champion!" he declared to another cheer.

Buttercup felt one of the girls pat her on the shoulder and tell her that it was alright. Slowly she rose to her feet and wandered to the other side of the gym, only looking back once to catch eyes with the kid who had spoiled her reputation forever.

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A/N – I know, I know. It's pretty obvious who these mysterious guys are. If you haven't figured it out by now then you aren't very familiar with the show or the fandom. Oh well, don't feel bad.