Okay, so you know those high school stories about the unpopular girl who catches the hot guy's eye? Well this is that story, except times three. Our heroines here are fraternal triplets: Blossom, Buttercup and Bubbles and this is their story.

"I hate this place." Buttercup whined dropping into a chair next to Blossom."

"You are preaching to the choir." Bubbles moaned shielding her head protectively. Blossom looked sadly between her sisters but said nothing; she knew the day they had been through because she had been through it too.

"You need a normal childhood, with normal friends." Buttercup mimicked the professor, the impression was terrible but the words were painstakingly familiar.

"and normal clothes and a normal schooling." Blossom and Bubbles couldn't help but join in they too had memorized the words. Blossom sighed and buried herself in a pit of her pink sweater that swallowed her tiny body.

"At least Ms. Keane understands." Bubbles sighed swinging the key to room 32 the principle gave them for 'club activities', when in reality she gave it to them because she was the only person besides the girls at school who knew their secret and she felt sorry for them.

Blossom and Bubbles shook their heads in agreement but didn't look up at Buttercup, the first day of school always did this to them, ever since the professor started forcing them to go to an actual school. The girls had been homeschooled for most of their lives because of their status but three years ago the professor got a new a job and had no time to do their schooling himself.

"At least you're alter ego names are girl names." Buttercup said. When the professor had signed them up for school he had to choose different names for them to hide their identities. Blossom got Bonnie, Bubbles got Belle, and Buttercup, always the one to get the short end of the stick, got Billie.

Blossom was usually a talented guitarist and the self -proclaimed leader of the PPG, though if you asked any of Buttercup's or Bubbles fans they would disagree, but when she was Bonnie she didn't give half a crap about music. Blossom always had an unmatched love for science and with a scientist dad she had tons of inspiration to fuel her, She hid her orange locks with a x-wig that bonds to the shaft of her hair and temporarily adjusts the light to make her hair appear brown. She pulled back her staple bangs and used another invention to give herself freckles, with all her technology she didn't even look like the same person when she was Bonnie.

"come now Billie boy—" Blossom teased, "I think it fits you, or at least your alter ego." While Buttercup the rebel of the Power Puff Girls was a hardcore style icon, Billie was laid-back and sporty. She was who Buttercup was when she didn't have to be THE beautiful and edgy buttercup. Buttercup's green eyes and black hair was the main problem she faced when making a fake identity so she wears x-extentions as Billie though she prefers her hair short, they go down to her shoulders and turn her hair blonde. Instead of leather jeans or any of her rocker gear Billie wears just a green tank top and khakis to school. Even in her Billie gear however there really is no hiding how hot Buttercup is. She dresses like a guy but has all the right curves to say otherwise.

"Me too." Bubbles agreed sweetly. In the band Bubbles was the classic one. She was perky and gorgeous with so many talents her fans couldn't find one thing to complain about, and despite her petite graceful style she could rock it out on drums and belt with a strong voice you wouldn't expect from someone her size. Belle, her alter ego however, was quiet and an easy target for bullying. She only wore big sweaters and always hid her easily recognized gorgeous blue eyes under big x-glasses, because the x-contacts hurt her eyes. Instead of her trade mark pig tails she had a mess of blonde hair hanging in her face all the time, it was a little much for Bubbles but her features were so elfish and unique that without the precautions she'd be found out quickly.

When the bell that signified the end of lunch rang with a groan, buttercup woke up her sisters, who always slept through lunch, and waited as they both left. She had to be ready before she went into those halls. She fixed the stray black hairs on her head to no avail and straightened her green flannel, and then with a burst of courageousness she dived into the sea of people that were rushing to their next class.

Buttercup had Ms. Astrid, she was the music teacher and buttercup loved her. She was a tall blonde woman that could play the saxophone like nobody's business and looked out for Billie like a mother bear would.

"How were my favorite students during summer break?" Ms. Astrid asked with a fresh smile for the new year that would be worn down to a kind of sad half face fake grin by the end of the year.

"Great!" Princess Morbucks, an extremely annoying rich girl that despite the money couldn't seem to get her hair under control. In preschool it was a fuzz ball now it was scary stiff and stayed like a statue's hair, stick straight on her round freckled head. "I traveled through Europe at first but then I stopped in Japan and saw the PPG's concert. It was marvelous! I even got to meet them backstage. We are best friends now." She smirked and tried to flip her hair but her hand got stuck and she turned red trying to pull it out until Mitch had to help her.

"That's amazing!" Berserk cooed. Berserk was a nickname for Bailey. She was a part of the fourth richest family in Townsville, Right after The Morbucks, so despite her obvious contempt for Princess she would throw her some nice comments occasionally and let her tag along with her and her sisters. They called themselves the Power punk girls because of their idolization of the Power puff girls. Berserk had these terrible feathery bangs and tied her hair back with a red ribbon every day in a sad attempt to match the bow that Blossom of the PPG always wore.

"Really!" Princess asked. "I mean um of course." Princess corrected herself.

"Why didn't you take me?" Berserk asked her voice now harsh.

"Oh I was but I—you weren't and I" Princess bit her lip furling her brow with an expression of intense worry.

"Okay then never mind. We are moving on." Ms. Astrid said rushed, Buttercup guessed she didn't want to have her class taken over by Berserk. That would be a bad first day. "I'm just going to take attendance try not to talk to loud I don't care about your problems." She said truthfully.

She said the names kind of under her breath because she could tell who was there by one glance of the room. PokeOakHigh was the type of elitist high school that never saw new faces so the teachers knew everyone and everyone's best friend and brother, father, boyfriend: you name it they knew. But with all this information they were so powerful that the last teacher to leave had to sign a dozen papers and move half way across the country and even now there are rumors that some of the families have people that check on him weekly to scare him into submission, but that's just rumors I hope.

"Boomer? Is this right?" Ms. Astrid asked confused. New names were practically unheard of. "Boomer Jo—"

"Jojo! Are you serious?" Berserk asked tripping over seats to get a look at the roster herself but she slammed into the door instead. A hand caught her arm firmly and helped steady her, but Berserk was shaking with excitement, she couldn't believe it.

"Boomer Jojo!" She screamed with such a high pitched voice Buttercup could feel her brain vibrating in her skull, or maybe it was the room shaking. Soon there was a stampede of girls, all as loud and inconsiderately annoying as Berserk. They fell over each other and knocked over chairs trying to reach the front of the room. Buttercup could just barely make out a face through the flailing arms that reached out at the guy in the doorway.

He had a halo of messy blonde hair and eyes that were a gorgeous deep blue that made anyone want to fall asleep inside them. He wore a soft kind smile that annoyed the bejesus out of Buttercup because guys that looked like him only looked nice. It was the guys like him that would take your heart and squash it if you gave them the chance.

"Sit down. Sit down. Sit down." Ms. Astrid repeated as she pushed away the crowd and worked her way to the epicenter. "Sorry." She said obviously only because she had to when she pushed a girl away by her face. She just put her hand on her face and shoved her away, like it was paperwork. Buttercup smiled a little bit because it was Berserk.

"You sit too." She said to Boomer, and then she scanned the room like she was making a decision though the hands in the air and 'ooh ooh choose ME's were kind of a dead giveaway to Buttercup as to where she would sit him. "In the back. Girl in the green." She said to Boomer.

Buttercup didn't even glance at him when he sat down next to her. She turned away awkwardly and tried not to engage him, though really she wanted to stare at him because he looked super fricken familiar and with the scene that happened a few seconds ago she definitely wasn't imagining it.

"I'm Boomer." He said

"Yeah I picked that up." Buttercup said stealing a glance back at his soft eyes but was too nervous to look too long because Berserk, Princess, and every single other persons eyes were on her and him. No one did anything because they were in Ms. Astrid's class but if they were anywhere else and as soon as the bell rang Buttercup knew princess would come at her like bees to honey but the bee wants to hurt the honey. No actually that simile was shitty. Oh well, moving on.

Buttercup leaned over her desk getting as close to covering her face and hiding without looking like she was about to take a much needed cat nap.

"And your name is?" He asked leaning so that Buttercup could feel his presence behind her. She squeezed her eyes shut.

"For fuck sake." She mouthed. The whole class period while Ms. Astrid tried to avoid questions about Boomer, Buttercup just drew random music staffs in her notebook and made them look like animals, but her mind kept going back to his eyes and it killed her.