Hello everyone! I'm BACK.
I've wanted to post this story about 6 months ago but it got deleted by a virus so I was pissed for a while and put it off...
I'm trying to put it together the way i originally had. This one's more innocent, heehee
Anyway, here's a new one, and I hope you guys enjoy it too! :)
Chapter 1 Ms. Bellum's secret
The city of Townsville... is pretty busy! Everywhere people are bustling around, doing stuff. Y'know why? Coming up is their foundation day!
And no one was as busy as the mayor... well he should be. He says he is though. What the hell is he doing?
"Pickle cake, pickle jam, pickle salad, pickle ice cream!" Mayor gleefully wrote on his memo pad.
"Ahem," Ms. Bellum towered over her tiny boss. "Some papers to sign mayor.."
"What dya' think of pickle juice to wash it all down, huh, Ms. Bellum?" The Mayor waved the thick list in front of her, ignoring the statement. "Pickles and sweets, my favorites!"
"Uh, yes." She accepted it and secretly crumpled it in her pocket, making a mental note to talk to the chefs first thing tomorrow. Somehow, nobody ever really shared the mayor's taste.
"You know what, why don't we ask some responsible citizens to decide the menu."
"Sure Ms. Bellum, whatever you say." The mayor waved it off-handedly. "Hey! Why don't we ask the Powerpuff Girls? They'd know."
"I'm as much as a Powerpuff as you are!" Princess' voice thundered in Pokey Oaks Kindergarten play ground.
"You're not!" Bubbles screamed back. "You don't even wanna help people!"
"I can have powers, I can do anything I want!" The girl ignored her.
"You don't even care!" Buttercup added.
"I can even replace Blossom!" The sentence brought silence.
"She did NOT just go there." Buttercup whispered to her sister.
"Why not? I'm a redhead, I'm smart, I can be a leader!"
"You don't know ANYTHING about being a Powerpuff." Blossom finaly butted in. "We have more responsibilities than you know! People really depend on us."
"Oh how mature Blossom. Depend on you to what? Be Townsville's poster girls? Be in movies? Have dinner to decide what's for dinner?"
"Girls!" Ms. Bellum's voice interrupted. "I'm picking you up today. The Mayor wants to have dinner to discuss what's for dinner." Princess gave them a smirk.
"Gee, thanks Ms. Bellum." Buttercup muttered.
"Buttercup! She didn't know!" Blossom elbowed her sister.
"I'm sick of being seen as just a poster girl," Buttercup spat the last words out. "Whatever that means."
"A poster girl, or child can be a positive thing girls." Ms. Bellum helped them into her car. "It means you stand for something. I think your friend didn't know what it meant either when she used it. She actually gave you a complement!"
"Yeah but a symbol for what?" Buttercup grumbled, unconvinced.
"It's what you show people, Buttercup. Cheer up. Look, here we are."
They went to the Mayors office and saw :
All apointments for today canceled
Mayor at special meeting
Appoinments resume tomorrow
Don't call us, we'll call you!
"What day is it?" Ms. Bellum sighed.
"Friday." Bubbles said promptly, and sang. "Friday, today is Friday! Friday, Friday what a happy day!"
"Friday, he has pickle hour! Oh sorry girls, I guess we'll have dinner sometime later."
The Powerpuff's faces looked so downcast that Ms. Bellum suddenly found herself saying, "You know what? Let's have a slumber party at my house! I'll call the Professor and we'll pick your things up on the way."
"Yay!" The girls cheered.
"Make yourself at home. I'll order some pizza." Ms. Bellum led them into her classy penthouse.
"Cool!" Buttercup flew to the windows. "I can see EVERYTHING!"
Bubbles joined her sister to gape.
Blossom browsed around the bookshelves and saw a pretty pink notebook. "Girls! Check this out!"
It was Ms. Bellum's scrapbook when she was younger! The girls flipped through it happily.
"She was sportstar!" Buttercup pointed at a picture of her holding up trophy just big enough to cover her face.
"She was pretty smart!" Blossom said when they turned to a picture of Ms. Bellum awarded with a certificate right in front of her face.
"She was talented!" Bubbles flipped through more pictures of Ms. Bellum receiving various awards. "Too bad her face is always covered. We'll never know for sure if she was pretty."
"I think she was, look!" Buttercup pointed to another picture. "Little Miss Townsville? I never heard that one before. Must be a pageant."
"Pageant?" Blossom looked at her.
"Hello? Beauty contest? You're the genius, remember?"
"I know what that is, I just can't believe she'd join that. It's so sexist."
"Sexist? Isn't that a bad word?" Bubbles whispered.
"No! It means discrimination of gender."
She received a clueless look from her sister. "Fine, it means something bad."
"So Ms. Bellum is bad?" Bubbles' blue eyes were close to tears.
"No! She's.. AH!" She looked to Buttercup for help. The girl just shrugged. "She's not bad."
"Oh okay." Bubbles turned the pages again.
"Dinner!" Ms. Bellum called.
"What's Little Miss Townsville?" The three blurted out.
"My ultimate failure." Sedusa fumed, looking at the top most floor of the luxury building.
"She gets to be Little Red Riding Hood, I was the back-up dancing bunny! That perfect little witch! Why did I even pass this way!"
She kicked a can out of her way. "And that sculpture contest! I swear my Colliseum was good but they had to choose her Eiffel Tower!"
A hobo stared at her.
"Whaddya looking at? Did you know boys looked at her that way too! So I joined that dumb contest! Then what? SHE freaking WON!"
"Then my friend, she became wild at the contest then dissappeared. Since then, everyone was opposed to the contest. So it was held only once and never again."
"Why did you join Ms. Bellum?" Bubbles asked.
"Because my father was good friends with the Mayor and they both thought it was a great idea. The winner was to be model of Townsville to show what was it like to be a good citizen! My father was so sure it would be me."
"And it was!" The girls chimed in.
"But I was never proud of it."