Hatter: Okay I made this story inspired by P!nk's song" F**** Perfect". I heard it while I was listening to my IPod during my midterms-

Alice: Hatter! You were listening to your IPod during Mr. *****'s test! That is academic dishonesty, you know.

Hatter: (rolls eyes) oh shove it Alice. I happen to know you smuggled your phone in and if I remember correctly you have internet connection in school… to me that sounds like academic dishonesty.

Alice: …

Hatter: Yeah that's what I thought. Anyways as I was saying, I saw the video premiere and was instantly convinced to write a story about it. Hey Alice would you mind telling us the summary?

Alice: (makes a crude hand gesture)

Hatter: I guess not. So it's about Bubbles, she's in her freshman year of high school and feels completely overshadowed by her sisters and her life begins going in a down spiral in her attempts to be perfect like them. You got to read to know what happens. So get to it!

Alice: Hatter and I do not own or hold any rights to The Powerpuff Girls or "F**** Perfect" by P!nk but we demand you to listen to it. Jk

Chapter One: Welcome to My Silly Life

Normal POV

Bubbles steeped out of the shower. Her blonde hair fell down her back like a fountain. She walked towards the counter where her towel sat. Before she could wrap it around herself her eyes caught sight of her naked reflection. She was a very pretty girl.

Normally everyone saw her oldest sister Blossom as the prettiest one of the group but Bubbles had looks too. She had a petite build with delicate features. She had a few scars from her battles but they even looked natural on her.

She was quite beautiful

Bubble's POV

I stood alone in my bathroom. My blonde hair was dripping wet and hung like a rag doll's. I was staring at my reflection in the mirror completely stark naked, my clothes were sitting on the sink waiting.

A frown was seen as my eyes examined every feature of my body. My shoulders were too wide. Fat hung from my arms. Scars covered my arm. My thighs looked like they'd exploded any second. And my lips were scabbed from my habit of biting my lips.

I was ugly.

I looked towards the ground where I had dropped my towel but instead of retrieving it I discovered our scale. Carefully I stepped on it.

I watched as the dial spun madly to determine my enormous weight no less. When the red pointer finally settled under my weight I leaned down a bit to read the number.

117 lbs.!

I bit my lip furiously. 'I don't believe it! I'm so …so … so fat.' I thought quickly jumping off the scale in disgust.

"I just need to work harder." I whisper to myself.

Turing to the sink, I remove my clothes and turn on the water. I grab my blue toothbrush from out holder and turn it around to the flat part is facing me.

Opening my mouth I lay it on top of my tongue. I take a deep breath before moving it further up my throat causing me to gag immediately in reaction.

I try again but still nothing but my silent gagging.

'Come on, I have to… I have to be perfect.'

With one final jab to the back of my throat I vomited into the sink. Once I was finished I washed my mouth out turned the water off.

BANG! BANG!

"Bubbles! Come on we're gonna be late. You've been in there forever." I heard Buttercup shouted from the other side of the door.

"C- coming." I croak out, my throat a little sore. Hastily, I grab the clothes I had put aside. I pull the long sleeve hoodie over my head, completely frumping up my hair, and squeeze into my faded jeans. Gathering my hair into hand I tie it into a ponytail before heading towards the door.

When I step out the bathroom I meet a fuming Buttercup leaning against our room door. She was tapping her foot impatiently with her arms crossed as she glared at me. But I still marveled jealously at how pretty she was. Shoulder length raven hair, exciting green eyes, and a thin athletic body even showed through her baggy clothes.

"What were we were doing in there? Dressing the entire neighborhood?" she rolled her eyes.

I lowered my head and remained quiet.

"Oh calm down Buttercup. Since when are you so eager to get to school?" a voice I recognized as my oldest sister, Blossom.

She swished her hips as she approached us. No doubt Blossom was the most gorgeous out all of us. Long beautiful dark red hair, brilliant pink eyes, the waist of a pencil and long legs that she displayed in her white skirt.

To top it off she was insanely smart and popular with every kid in our school- and I mean everyone.

It just wasn't fair. She was just absolutely perfect. Unlike me.

I remember when we were kids the Professor would always remind us that we were all equal, it was how were made… he doesn't tell us that anymore.

Buttercup, completely immune to Blossom's beauty, narrowed her eyes at her " Well I would just hate to ruin that perfect record of yours."

Blossom smiled, dusting aside Buttercup's comment like it was a piece of lint on her flawless sweater, "Oh Buttercup. But we should be going now." She said before descending down the stairs leaving us alone.

"I need to get my shoes first." I mumbled walking towards our bedroom door where Buttercup stood.

But when I approached her she stood her ground and had resumed glaring at me.

" Before Ms. Sunshine came by, I asked you a question Bubbles. What were you doing in there?" she demanded, keeping her voice low.

I tugged at my sleeves, trying to hid the scars even more. "Nothing, I was just getting ready. I'm sorry if I took too long."

Buttercup noticed my fidgeting and quickly caught my arm, pulling down my sleeve enough to see my lower arm covered in scars.

She narrowed her eyes in anger at my arm but calm down before looking me in the eye "When did you do this?"

Ashamed I lowered my head, "Last night." I whispered.

"So what took you so long in the bathroom." She repeated, still holding m arm in her grasp.

I bit my lip tightly and yanked my arm away "It doesn't matter…You… You wouldn't understand!" I hissed "Just let me get my shoes… please."

She stood still for a moment before moving aside. I grabbed the handle and just as I pushed open the door I heard Buttercup muttered "I can only understand what you tell me."

I turned to look at her but she was already heading towards the stairs, her back turned to me.

Inside our room I recovered the scars delicately so not to get the cloth caught in the opened skin.

Our room wasn't too different since we were kids, we had gotten our own beds and divided the space off so it was dedicated specially for its owner. Buttercup's was closest to our closet and the back wall because it provided the most space and was farthest away from Blossom and I. Blossom had moved so she had the highest access to the phone since it was almost always for her and the computer to ensure her work was completed as she spoke on the phone to her millions of friends. My bed was next to our windows; even now I spent most of my time gazing aimlessly out into the distance for no reason at all.

"Oh no. Where did I put my shoes?" I thought. I searched through the bottom half of our closet but nothing. "Maybe I kicked them under my bed."

I walk over to my bed and get down on my stomach. Inserting my hand under the bed I begin groping desperately. My efforts seems for naught until I felt my fingers brush against something. I attached my fingers on it and pulled it out.

It wasn't my shoes. Not even close. It was an old toy of mines. A dark purple octopus with sleepy eyes, a pickle shaped nose and a small top hat on it's head.

"Octi." I breathed recalling the old rag's name. I had no idea I still had the thing. I hadn't played with toys since fifth grade.

I turned the toy around in my hands, it's age showed all over. The felt was stained, one of the legs was slightly torn, and one of the pupils in the eye had come off.

'He's just like me. A piece of trash.' I thought with strange fondness.

I was pulled from the toy when I heard my name being called. Without thinking I shoved the octopus into my hoodie pocket and left the room, abandoning my shoe search.

I walked down the stairs where I was met with the sight of Blossom holding my sneakers in her hands. "You must have left them down here when we got home." She explained before handing them to me.

I mutter thanks before slipping them on my feet. Blossom brings her wrist to face and examines her watch "Come on girls. Classes are gonna start soon" she says before flying off on her own.

"I said that forever ago!" Buttercup complains annoyed flying away herself.

I thought about saying goodbye to the Professor but didn't feel like yelling to him down in his lab, so I flew off after my sisters, wordlessly, towards school.

Hatter: So what did you think?

Alice: They probably thought it was cr-

Hatter: Alice if you don't shut up I'm revoking to only two sarcastic comments a day.

Alice: Fine Fine. What I meant to say was it was a waste of-

Hatter: That's it! You only get one a day now.

Alice: Humph. Please Review. We want Constructed criticism only. No hate allowed.

Hatter: Check back for next chapter!