Hey people! I came up with this story one night, when I heard the song, Kryptonite, by 3 Doors Down – it's a really good song! Anyhow, here's Chapter 1! Enjoy, and sorry if they're a bit OOC...

Chapter 1 – Introducing the Powerpuffs

3rd Person POV

Bubbles sat down at the piano in the music room and began to play, while Blossom was on the keyboard in the other room and Buttercup was in her Corner – no one else was allowed to encroach on "Buttercup's Corner". It was currently Music period, and the teacher had given the class an assignment on "ice-cream chords" - but half the class had no idea what the hell "ice-cream chords" were. So they just bummed around, playing whatever they felt like. Well, ice-cream chords are the chords from Heart and Soul: a really well-known, though old, piano duet. The teacher had said to compose a new melody using the chords from it as a bass line. But all Bubbles could think of right now was Heart and Soul itself. Usually, she could make up the prettiest melodies (if she could say so herself), but today her mind was on...other things. Unfortunately, the assignment was also individual – so Blossom and Buttercup couldn't help her today.

Wait, you might say, what's that? Buttercup does music willingly? Well, yes, she does now in high school. The Professor hadn't forced her to or anything, but Buttercup had been playing the guitar since Grade 1 and the drums since Grade 5, so she was pretty good. She was the best drummer in the class (there weren't many drummers), and currently also the very best guitarist in the class. Bubbles was the best pianist in the class, and Blossom the best singer. Altogether, they were pretty much the best in the school at music. Blossom also played normal guitar, and out of school, the Powerpuffs and formed a band. Bubbles was the keyboardist, playing a baby blue keyboard; Blossom the lead singer as well as guitar player, with a light pink guitar; and Buttercup the drummer, with a neon green drum kit. Locally, they were already quite popular and known as Face the Music, the name Buttercup had come up with for them. Bubbles had wanted to be Love Makes the World Go Around, but Buttercup and Blossom had deemed that too childish and generic. So Face the Music they were.

Bubbles' POV

Oh my gosh, I love Heart and Soul! It's the prettiest duet, even though I'm only playing it by myself. Hehe. I mean, the guy that came up with the melody must have been a musical genius! It's so catchy – almost addictive. While playing, I just let my mind wander....from homework to things like what I was going to have for lunch – I want a Caesar salad! - and – OH! Stacey (my bestie) said this morning that three new guy students are coming into school! I wonder who they are?! Are they cute!? I guess I would just have to wait. So I let my fingers keep playing, just so I could absentmindedly pass the period, listening to the enjoyable music. Waiting until lunchtime. But then I heard the teacher talking through the "soundproof" wall. Trust me, it's not that soundproof, even though I have super hearing. But the teacher was talking to a boy who sounded like a new student (I could tell by his voice)! Hey, he had a nice voice...would he be as nice as his voice?? Hot, even?? I could hear his footsteps coming closer. Ok, new-guy-assessment time! I checked my reflection in the shiny piano veneer of the black upright piano I was using, and I would also see his reflection there, too.

Click. And the door opened. I saw a blonde- haired boy with deep, azure blue eyes.

"Hi–OH MY GOD! Boomer?!"

Blossom's POV

Hmmmm......C, A minor, F, G. C, A minor, F G. Maybe I should start with that note? Orer that one? I sighed. Ok, I give up with the melody. Why couldn't Bubbles be here when I really needed her, while she was always there when I didn't need her? Suddenly, the teacher came up to me. The hopeless idiot.

"Miss Utonium, would you happen to know where the....guitar picks are?" he asked, looking confused and sheepish. I swear that teacher knows nothing, absolutely nothing, about music. All he does is set random assigments which no-one understands, and then marks them with the help of the other music teacher, Miss Understood. Luckily, me, Bubbles and Buttercup always get good marks because we actually know what we are doing, as well as the fact that Miss Understood likes us. But he loves to ask me his stupid questions because I'm basically the only one who doesn't look at him like he's an ass when he asks. Plus, I know where everything is – a bonus for him.

"Yes, Mr. Braxen, I know. They're in the store-room over there, in the small room," I replied. "But you need your keys to get in."

"Oh, thank you. Right, so...uh, I need you to take care of this new student for a bit. There are three new ones today, and surprisingly they all do music and were allocated to my class. Miss Understood's class is full....I think it's because of all the letters the student's parents send in, asking to get into Miss Understood's class..." That was how bad he was. But the new students?? I had heard of them this morning from the source of all gossip and rumours: Princess Morebucks. I hadn't even actually talked to her – her screech-like voice had just echoed around the corridors about how she would "steal the heart of the new hot guy wearing red with her new hairdo and porcelain looks" - i.e: the same permed, red, frizzy puffs of hair next to her ears and her same, sickening face. What a cow. Anyhow, I knew the teacher would just keep rattling on, so I cut him short.

"Okay, Mr. Braxen. I'll take care of the new student. Where is he? You go and get the picks." The air-headed teacher moved away to reveal the new student -

GOD, NO! None other than Brick.

Buttercup's POV

So here I am, sitting in my Corner. That's right, my Corner. Anyone (apart from the teacher) who doesn't get permission from me cannot, I repeat, cannot, enter my Corner unless they want to be bashed half to death. Maybe three-quarters to death if I'm in a bad mood. So most people avoid it altogether, and that's fine by me. See, we have four music rooms. One is small, with only one piano in it, and another one is slightly bigger, with only chairs, tables and keyboards spread around in it. The last two are the only rooms the teachers actually teach in, and one is bigger than the other, with the bigger instruments (eg: timpanis, xylophones, drum kits, etc.) in them. My Corner is in the biggest of the teacher's "teaching" rooms, and is the top right corner – the furthest away from the actual teacher, and with the electric guitars. I usually compose using the electric guitars, and no one dares to complain about how loud I can get.

Ok, so Ice-cream Chords – C, A minor, F and G. Strumming those chords on my guitar, I tried to think of something – anything – that could go with them. I'm only good at composing bass lines and stuff, so any melody at all would be ok. But I couldn't think of anything. Dammit, stupid music assignments. You might think, Wait a sec, why is Buttercup even bothering with this? Isn't she a rebel? Well, thanks heaps, but I am a rebel. Just not in Music and PE, which are my favourite classes and the classes I'm top of. I still hate that teacher, Mr. Braxen, whose one brain cell has probably died of loneliness by now. So who dares say I'm not a rebel?

But....I still reckon I'm gonna get nowhere with this, so I'm gonna go over to the drum -kit and play whatever the heck I wanna. I kicked the kid using it off the stool, sat down and began to play the drums as loud as I could - which was pretty loud, considering my superhuman strength. Suddenly, though, I heard a voice whispering in my ear, breath tickling me as I felt it blown in my ear.

"Is that the best you can do?"

I aimed an elbow at the voice, then spun around on the stool to bash whoever had spoken. But I was stopped short when I saw just exactly who that had been. Mischevous forest green eyes, jet black hair. Who else but -

"BUTCH!? You little, worthless jerk!"

Okay, that's all. Review, please?? I wanna know if this story's good enough to keep going with. Yay!