From Chex: Yes, I'm writing the sequel to "So Here I Am" since people seemed to like it and want more. I can't honestly say how dependable I'll be as far as updates go. But I'll try my best so bear with me. Please note that while Bell is a PPGD character, the setting is PPG. So everything's taking place in Townsville. Nothing has changed.

"Um, hey Blossom?" A cautious voice called out to me from my doorway. I was laid out casually on my bed, going over my Algebra 2 homework.

"Yes, Bell?" I asked, not looking up.

"What was the homework for Ms. Lytell's class?"

I flipped back a page from where I started. "Page 276 and 277," I said levelly, without any emotion whatsoever. She thanked me and quickly left.

It's been about two months since Bell appeared on our doorstep. She came with literally nothing but the clothes on her back and that ridiculous green dog/robot she lugs around everywhere. When the Professor let her in that day I experienced what may very well be the most awkward exchange ever.

Which followed the longest silence ever.

Buttercup, naturally, was the first to recover and tensed for a fight. She waited for Bell to make the first move and the girl did nothing. She hugged that dog and stared at the floor until Buttercup lost what little patience she has and started yelling obscenities some of us had never even heard.

Bell claimed that she wanted to start over. That she was "sick of her life" and "wanted to change". Now, I'm never one to judge, but the girl tried to kill me. For which, she promptly apologized and, I admit, it sounded sincere. She even held that dog in front of my face and made it apologize too. Though I'm not sure, "I'm sorry I'm so squishy!" counts as an apology. But what kind of leader would I be if I just bought that and let her waltz into our home? After I figured out her intent was to stay with us, live with us, my first instinct was to kick her out, slam the door, and never look back.

But the Professor obviously wasn't thinking on the same wavelength as me since he told her she was "more than welcome" to stay.

Buttercup, however, was since she immediately protested along with me. I remember her shouting something like: "You can't let that evil, ghost-faced bitch and her puking dog stay here!" Not that I approved of her language, but she got the point across.

Then the Professor sat us down on the couch like five-year-olds and gave us the speech on how people can change and that Bell seemed like she had. He also explained that while Bell grew up in an evil environment and was raised the way she was, the fact that she realized that her lifestyle was wrong was an improvement in character.

Bell stood awkwardly behind him, staring down at her feet.

Now the Professor may buy her story, but he doesn't understand the way evil minds think.

Not like I do, anyway. I know it's those evil values and lack of morals she was raised on is the reason we need to keep on our toes. People can change. But not overnight. And not that much. No one completely rearranges their lifestyle in a day. Why should she be an exception? One chance is all she needs to ruin our lives when she's this close. And I can't let that happen.

So after he explained the house rules to her (curfew, school, chores, etc.), I explained the REAL rules. That she was to be monitored closely until she could be trusted. That she was to have absolutely no contact with anyone we didn't know. That she was to assist us in all crime fighting and failure to do so would be considered treason. And that even the tiniest infraction of these rules would result in her getting kicked out. And most importantly that we would fight her if we considered her a threat to our family or our town.

She agreed to everything. Her exact words were: "If you suspect me of anything at all then you have every right to throw me out. I won't object."

Since then, she's done nothing to evoke suspicion. Yet. The girl's not stupid. I know whatever she's up to, she'll do a good job of hiding it, which is why I have to constantly be on my guard and have eyes in the back of my head. She practically tip-toes around me. Like that's not reason enough to be suspicious.

As if living with a villain isn't bad enough, I'm forced to attend school with her.

My natural ambition and hunger for knowledge has always made school enjoyable for me. Never in my life have I felt forced to attend the educational system. I'm well aware of how many children around the world aren't fortunate enough to obtain an education. I relish mine. It's my pride, being smart, having people come to be because they know I'll have the answer, being more influential than others simply because of how much I know. It's my ultimate joy.

Or was. Until she came.

Somehow. Somehow. The girl has manged to get into nearly ALL my classes! Naturally, I'm in all the highest, most advanced classes available at Pokey Oaks High. And so is she.

The Professor enrolled her about a week after she "moved in"--I still shudder just thinking of it. She was placed in regular class at first, where she belongs, in my opinion. But apparently she was "far ahead of her classmates" and wasn't "being challenged intellectually". Please.

But I can't deny that she's smart. We have the exact same schedule, apart from electives and our foreign language classes(I'm taking Chinese 2 and She's in French 2 ). And she gets great grades on everything. The girl's hiding a brain under that thick white hair.

What concerns me is how she got so smart. She never studies. Her notes are doodled on and usually end up in the garbage after class. She does the homework assignments in homeroom--if she remembers. If not, she does them at lunch. So I want someone to tell me how it is that she's practically at MY level! Me! Blossom Utonium! Honor Roll & Honor Society student! A constant straight-A kid!

Yes, it bothers me. Of course it bothers me. A villian is one thing. But a smart villain is another thing entirely. And a dangerous thing at that.

I can't allow myself to trust her. And I can't allow anyone else to either. She's a villain. She's got a plan. Any villain asinine enough to willingly go to the Powerpuff Girls has a plan, whether its well put together or not. And she's no exception.

Buttercup, as far as I can tell, knows this and has made no move to get to know her. Or get anywhere near her for that matter. And Bell has obviously gotten the hint of Buttercups snubs and glares and keeps her distance. So I suppose I won't have to worry so much about her.

It's Bubbles I need to be concerned about. Her naivete may be our downfall. She fully bought into the Professor's speech on change as well as Bell's story. Bubbles is very sweet and caring and just downright innocent on the inside, even though she's nearly sixteen. And for some unfathomable reason, she seems to believe that somewhere deep down everyone has that same innocence. She doesn't understand that, while that may be true for some people, villains aren't like that.

Bubbles and Bell sit together at lunch, hang out at home, and Bubbles is even trying to convince Bell to join the cheerleading squad with her. And while it all seems innocent enough, I don't want Bubbles divulging any important information about us. Did I mention that Bell is sharing a room with her since clearly Buttercup and I weren't accepting applications for roommates. I'm sure Bell is here for the same reason as all villains who try to get close to us: To find our weaknesses. While that's the basic and obvious reason, it's still a good one for her.

And its also the only one I can think of.

I groaned and rolled over onto my side. A villain has been living in our home for two months and I have yet to figure out her motive. What kind of leader am I?

And not just a villain. But a smart villain. And a powerful one two. I knew that from the first time I fought her. She's stronger than me, that much I'll admit. And I'd sooner admit it than say she's smarter than me. But during one of our training spars I actually got to watch her fight...

Every week we do what we refer to as Versus Battles because it's Powerpuff vs. Powerpuff. We fight each other in the extended part of the basement that's used for training. Bell easily beat Bubbles, and we sparred for a bit before she defeated me with a high kick. Of course I wasn't trying my hardest simply because I didn't want to give away any of my strategies or my full power. But what shocked me was that she beat Buttercup.

And I wasn't the only one who was shocked.

Needless to say, Buttercup didn't take this defeat well at all. She demanded a rematch, which she won, but I can't help but wonder if Bell let her. She could easily challenge Buttercup's title as "The Strongest Puff". Not that I'd tell either of them that. Buttercup would be completely enraged with everyone. Me for telling her. Bell for obvious reasons. And herself for not being stronger, which is ludicrous because she's terrifyingly powerful.

And Bell...she must know. If she really did let Buttercup win then she must be well aware that she's a huge threat to us. There's no reason for me to tell her. She's fought all three of us. She has an idea of our strength and power. So why hasn't she attacked?

I mean, she obviously couldn't take all of us at the same time. She defeated Buttercup, but it was a pretty close fight. But she could've taken us out one by one. Separated us and then initiated the fight. But she hasn't. Maybe she hasn't seen that option yet. I just did. It may take her a little longer. She hasn't tried anything like that. She hasn't tried anything at all. She doesn't make suggestions, not that she has a right to. But she does whatever I tell her to or whatever Bubbles suggests. She follows all my orders, although I can see in her eyes that she gets irritated with some of them. But she never reacts.

That's another thing. Her eyes. Pure white and clear. They're like mirrors. On most people that would be extremely scary, creepy and, in some cases, disgusting. But on her it's just innocent. Cute even. In fact, any other eye color on her would be creepy. But because her eyes are so bright and clear you can practically read her emotions in them. Anger, sadness, joy, pain, everything. Which makes it hard to distrust her when you're practically a hundred percent sure she's being honest.

But I still do. It's just that lack of suspicion that makes her more suspicious.(If that makes sense)

Bell is just as cute and sweet as Bubbles, as tough as Buttercup, and almost as smart as me. It's like she somehow gathered all our best traits. She could very well be the greatest enemy we've ever faced. Even greater than--

"Blossom!" Bubbles's blonde head pops into my room. "Do you wanna watch a movie? The Professor says we can choose something on pay-per-view this time!"

I smile at her, glad for the break from my thoughts. I'm fairly sure a rant was coming on. "Sure, Bubbles. I'll be down in a minute."

"Okay!" She disappears again and I hear her voice down the hall. "She said she's coming!"

I assume she's talking to Bell and I frown, but I get up and go downstairs anyway to sit in front of the big plasma screen. Bubbles has gone off to try and get Buttercup down here. Doubtful.

Bell is curled up on a corner of the couch, holding her dog on her lap. I sit at the opposite end. She glances at me and gives me a soft smile which I don't return. After that she turns away and pets her little dog, focusing intently on one of its ears. When the subject of her keeping her pet came up she explained to the Professor that "Gir" wasn't really a dog, but a robot, which, if you ask me, is the very reason he should have told her to get rid of it. But after that Professor checked it over it seemed that Gir, or "Girly" as Bell calls him, is defective(which explains the insipid things it says) and doesn't perform any real robotic functions. Not even the basic video or audio recording. And since he wasn't an actual animal, and thus, wouldn't leave any, er, droppings, ruin any furniture, or shed, he was allowed.

I found myself staring at Bell. She was pretty. Beautiful even. She has pure-white hair that's nearly as long as mine. A lock hung in front of her face and she wore a simple black headband. Her skin was soft and pale without a freckle or blemish anywhere as far as I could tell. She was wearing a light-blue jean miniskirt and a simple black tank top that she borrowed from Bubbles. Both showed off her long limbs and curved body. She was definitely what most people would call beautiful. You could tell that much not just by looking at her, but by the way the guys at school reacted to her. Not to mention the reporters.

While I don't consider us "celebrities" most people do. Our heroics are displayed in almost every paper. And we've done a few magazine spreads and interviews(Bubbles more so than the rest of us). We've even been on TV, but so have a lot of people. But we go to school like normal teenagers and we don't really have to worry about paparazzi because we're all over town all the time. Pictures are no novelty.

But the town is practically eating Bell up. A new Puff is huge news to everyone. But we didn't allow her any interviews and have refused to talk to reporters about her. So what do they do when they can't get a word out of us?

They make up their own stories and snap whatever pictures they can manage. She's been called "The Angel Puff", "The Pure One" and "The Limited Edition Puff" of which they're already making dolls after her. I can't believe people can be so blind!

For a moment, I was jealous. How could someone so evil and powerful look so beautiful and angelic?

She caught me staring. "Is there something on my face?"

I shook my head and diverted my eyes.

I wouldn't trust her. I couldn't trust her. She's evil, and that's never going to change. And she's up to something. Something that will probably destroy us all if I don't stop her. I won't let my guard down. And I won't let her get away with whatever she's plotting. She hasn't slipped up yet. But she will.

And I'll be watching.

From Chex: This turned out better than I expected. I enjoyed writing it too. Please review! I'll update when I can. Next chapter will be Buttercup's point of view, I think.