Disclaimer: Only the story idea belongs to me. I do not claim the characters, settings, etc. mentioned in this fanfiction.
Prologue
You know those moments where you're in a certain situation, so you say something along the lines of, "Why would I ever do something so stupid in my life?" or "What did I do to deserve this?"
Yep, well apparently, my time has come for that. Oh, the joy.
So now you must be wondering: how in the world did I ever get myself into this, well, prison cell? Me, Blossom Utonium, scholar student, leader of the Powerpuff Girls?
It's kind of a long story actually. Do you care? No? Well, not to be rude, but carry along, because I'm just going to write about my grief until further notice. And trust me, this might take a while... Not that it matters. I have all the time I need to continue since I'll be here for a very long time. I hope at least one of you reading has some sort of patience.
So, let's start from the beginning so you can understand more. No, not the whole 'Sugar, Spice, and Everything Nice' beginning, but basically the beginning of this.
Chapter 1: Introducing Big Bow Blossom!
I suppose I should at the very least introduce myself. My name is Blossom Utonium, and I currently live in the city of Townsville. Yes, you read right, the city of Townsville. Oh the irony... I'm also the leader of a super hero group called the Powerpuff Girls, which consists of myself along with my two sisters, Bubbles and Buttercup. I'd rather not get into details on how we got the powers. Let's just say bowl, ingredients, and chemical, and leave it at that.
During my life growing up, I was what you call a 'nerd'. I like school, I like getting an education, and I especially love all my teachers, mean or not. I wouldn't say I'm a teacher's pet or anything; I just really enjoy school more than, well, everybody who went there. And no, I was not forced to love school at all. It just came naturally to me.
Bubbles could enjoy it at times, but Buttercup completely despises it. (However, I'm still currently trying to change that!)
I'm just a normal teenage girl, really- minus the superpowers and lack of fingers of course. I get upset, happy, tired, angry, the bothersome insecurities, etc. My whole life was filled with that, because despite my superhuman abilities, I'm still just a normal girl. I'm stressing normal purposely because it just might become an important topic that'll be mentioned later on. Well, maybe not important to you, but to me.
Pokey Oaks Middle School is like any other middle school. The diversity here is extremely noticeable. You've got the jocks, the bad boys/girls (Buttercup all the way), the preps (Bubbles is included here), the snotty girls (Princess Morbucks; we'll get more on her case in a while), and, of course, the nerds. Some are mean, some are semi-mean, some are nice, and some are over-the-top kind. But, live I've said, that's typical for a middle school.
I've been in Pokey Oaks school since I was born (which, technically, was when I was 5). I absolutely love it there. It's a simple school with stereotypical teachers and students, but that's what I enjoy: plain simplicity.
Heh. Little did I know, my 8th grade year here is going to be anything but simple.
A/N: Wow, it's been a long time since I've written on here...
I can't remember my email/password for my old account, and I've had the weird, sudden urge to fix and finish a fic I haven't touched since 2013, so here I am! Be aware that I'm a college student, so I might not post frequently.
Anyway, thank you for reading if you did and see you in the next chapter!