Deep in a Princess's Heart
Disclaimer: I do not own the Powerpuff Girls and other characters, (although I wish I did.) They are the property of Craig McCracken, and owned by the Cartoon Network. This is my first PPG fanfic, so please go easy on me. Thanks, and Happy Holidays!
*I would like to dedicate this story to a very special friend of mine - I think you know who you are ;) *
Narrator: The City of Townsville! A quiet and pleasant little place, where evil- doers are kept in line by our beloved little superheroes, The Powerpuff Girls! Ah! Can you feel it? The peace, the harmony. Looks like it's going to be another warm and beautiful -
Voice: DADDDDDYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!
Narrator: Oh, no. I spoke too soon! For only such a shrill cry could only belong to one person. The one and only-
"Princess Morbucks! Put down your pencil and pay attention!" Ms. Keane ordered to the curly, red-haired girl in the back of the class. "You can't tell me what to do! I'll get my Daddy and he'll-" Princess began as she was cut off, "Your Daddy? He can't do nothin'. You can't hide behind him forever!" a boy spoke from beside her. "You take that back!" Princess demanded, raising her voice. "I won't!" the boy shouted. "Mitchell Mitchellson! That's enough!" Ms. Keane retorted. "It's Mitch. And she started it," the boy answered. "I don't care who started it. I'm going to end it. Now, both of you, stop fighting or you'll stay inside for recess," Ms. Keane told them. "Yes, Ms. Keane," Mitch and Princess replied in unison. There was no more use arguing - she would win anyway. Settling back in her seat, Princess crossed her arms and pouted in disgust. Looking to her left, she noticed Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup sitting together at their desks. Bubbles was drawing something. Probably a flower or something like that, while Blossom was playing the good student, as usual, her red eyes fixed on the board. Buttercup, however, let a sigh escape her, her thoughts focused on when she could go to recess. 'Those mean girls,' she thought. Princess, when she was new in town, had wanted to be a fellow Powerpuff Girl, only to be rejected by Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup, because she had treated everyone poorly - the exact trait that wasn't what made a true superhero. Deciding to seek payback, she had gone out and had her Daddy buy her her own little Powerpuff uniform, completed just the way she wanted, of course. Slumping back in her chair, she looked up at the clock on the wall - waiting and pleading for the end of the day to come.
*Now, I should add, that the rest of this is in Princess's point of view, until the very, very end. Enjoy! *
Stepping into my limousine, I set down my book bag with a sigh. I hate school. I wish it were summer so I didn't have to go. "Where to, Princess?" my chuffer asks me. "Take me home, Alfred! I've had a rotten day!" I demand. "As you wish," Alfred replies. Sighing, I hit the button to the tinted glass divider to get some privacy. Stupid Powerpuff Girls. How dare they treat me so badly! And the rest of the kids? They don't care about me at all! Everybody hates me! But, I don't care. I have my money, and I get anything I want, so who needs them? Letting myself relax in the seat, I flip on the little TV in the corner and surf the channels. What's this? Powerpuff Girls save the day from Mojo Jojo? Grrrr!!!! That's enough TV for one day. I mean, my day was bad enough, no need to spoil it even more. Pulling into the driveway of my Daddy's mansion, I quickly get my bag together as Alfred holds the door for me. Stepping out, I walk into the house, closing the door behind me. "Daddy?! Where are you?! Those girls were so mean to me today! Wait until I tell you what they did!" I state, eventhough I don't see anyone in the room. I just need to get some things off my chest - even if I am venting to the walls. Walking into the dining room, I notice my Daddy sitting upon one of the chairs. As he sees me, he gestures me to come over there, saying that we need to talk. "What? What do you mean we're bankrupt?! You're kidding! I won't live in poverty, Daddy! You'd better do something to get our money back or I'll - I'll - I'LL NEVER GIVE YOU A MOMENTS PEACE!!!!" I shout, feeling myself explode inside. I know, I've got a mean temper. But, what can I say? I'm a jerk. But, I don't care. Nobody likes me, so why should I be nice to them? "But, Daddy-" I whine, "I don't want to- no, I won't! Fine!" I shout, leaving the room. Making my way upstairs, I storm into my bedroom, slamming the door as I get in. Sighing in anger, I throw down my book bag as I collapse onto my canopy bed. Wrapping my arms around the pillow, I let my face sink into it. What am I gonna do? Money and power is all I know. Now that it's going to be gone, what will become of me? It's become apart of me. That's why I was named Princess in the first place, because I was my Daddy and mother's one and only child, so they spoiled me rotten - hence the name Princess. Laying in silence, I feel wetness drip down from my face. Oh, great! Now I'm crying! I never cry! Well, at least not since my mother walked out on my Daddy and I when I was 3. Feeling myself break down, I tightly clench the pillow as I wonder what will happen. My greatest love and all that I am - taken away from me. Without my money and all of the things Daddy buys, I'm nothing. I sob onto my pillow for hours, until I can't any longer. Drying my tears, I let myself fall into a restless sleep.
*Well, that's all I've got so far. Please r/r and I'll be happy to continue!*
Disclaimer: I do not own the Powerpuff Girls and other characters, (although I wish I did.) They are the property of Craig McCracken, and owned by the Cartoon Network. This is my first PPG fanfic, so please go easy on me. Thanks, and Happy Holidays!
*I would like to dedicate this story to a very special friend of mine - I think you know who you are ;) *
Narrator: The City of Townsville! A quiet and pleasant little place, where evil- doers are kept in line by our beloved little superheroes, The Powerpuff Girls! Ah! Can you feel it? The peace, the harmony. Looks like it's going to be another warm and beautiful -
Voice: DADDDDDYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!
Narrator: Oh, no. I spoke too soon! For only such a shrill cry could only belong to one person. The one and only-
"Princess Morbucks! Put down your pencil and pay attention!" Ms. Keane ordered to the curly, red-haired girl in the back of the class. "You can't tell me what to do! I'll get my Daddy and he'll-" Princess began as she was cut off, "Your Daddy? He can't do nothin'. You can't hide behind him forever!" a boy spoke from beside her. "You take that back!" Princess demanded, raising her voice. "I won't!" the boy shouted. "Mitchell Mitchellson! That's enough!" Ms. Keane retorted. "It's Mitch. And she started it," the boy answered. "I don't care who started it. I'm going to end it. Now, both of you, stop fighting or you'll stay inside for recess," Ms. Keane told them. "Yes, Ms. Keane," Mitch and Princess replied in unison. There was no more use arguing - she would win anyway. Settling back in her seat, Princess crossed her arms and pouted in disgust. Looking to her left, she noticed Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup sitting together at their desks. Bubbles was drawing something. Probably a flower or something like that, while Blossom was playing the good student, as usual, her red eyes fixed on the board. Buttercup, however, let a sigh escape her, her thoughts focused on when she could go to recess. 'Those mean girls,' she thought. Princess, when she was new in town, had wanted to be a fellow Powerpuff Girl, only to be rejected by Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup, because she had treated everyone poorly - the exact trait that wasn't what made a true superhero. Deciding to seek payback, she had gone out and had her Daddy buy her her own little Powerpuff uniform, completed just the way she wanted, of course. Slumping back in her chair, she looked up at the clock on the wall - waiting and pleading for the end of the day to come.
*Now, I should add, that the rest of this is in Princess's point of view, until the very, very end. Enjoy! *
Stepping into my limousine, I set down my book bag with a sigh. I hate school. I wish it were summer so I didn't have to go. "Where to, Princess?" my chuffer asks me. "Take me home, Alfred! I've had a rotten day!" I demand. "As you wish," Alfred replies. Sighing, I hit the button to the tinted glass divider to get some privacy. Stupid Powerpuff Girls. How dare they treat me so badly! And the rest of the kids? They don't care about me at all! Everybody hates me! But, I don't care. I have my money, and I get anything I want, so who needs them? Letting myself relax in the seat, I flip on the little TV in the corner and surf the channels. What's this? Powerpuff Girls save the day from Mojo Jojo? Grrrr!!!! That's enough TV for one day. I mean, my day was bad enough, no need to spoil it even more. Pulling into the driveway of my Daddy's mansion, I quickly get my bag together as Alfred holds the door for me. Stepping out, I walk into the house, closing the door behind me. "Daddy?! Where are you?! Those girls were so mean to me today! Wait until I tell you what they did!" I state, eventhough I don't see anyone in the room. I just need to get some things off my chest - even if I am venting to the walls. Walking into the dining room, I notice my Daddy sitting upon one of the chairs. As he sees me, he gestures me to come over there, saying that we need to talk. "What? What do you mean we're bankrupt?! You're kidding! I won't live in poverty, Daddy! You'd better do something to get our money back or I'll - I'll - I'LL NEVER GIVE YOU A MOMENTS PEACE!!!!" I shout, feeling myself explode inside. I know, I've got a mean temper. But, what can I say? I'm a jerk. But, I don't care. Nobody likes me, so why should I be nice to them? "But, Daddy-" I whine, "I don't want to- no, I won't! Fine!" I shout, leaving the room. Making my way upstairs, I storm into my bedroom, slamming the door as I get in. Sighing in anger, I throw down my book bag as I collapse onto my canopy bed. Wrapping my arms around the pillow, I let my face sink into it. What am I gonna do? Money and power is all I know. Now that it's going to be gone, what will become of me? It's become apart of me. That's why I was named Princess in the first place, because I was my Daddy and mother's one and only child, so they spoiled me rotten - hence the name Princess. Laying in silence, I feel wetness drip down from my face. Oh, great! Now I'm crying! I never cry! Well, at least not since my mother walked out on my Daddy and I when I was 3. Feeling myself break down, I tightly clench the pillow as I wonder what will happen. My greatest love and all that I am - taken away from me. Without my money and all of the things Daddy buys, I'm nothing. I sob onto my pillow for hours, until I can't any longer. Drying my tears, I let myself fall into a restless sleep.
*Well, that's all I've got so far. Please r/r and I'll be happy to continue!*
