Yes, I AM ALIVE! haha :) I post at www . wattpad. com for my original story, but since I have a horrible writers block, I decided to write a Powerpuff Girls fanfic to get the writing juices flowing! :)

Yes, I will (hopefully) finish this story before summer ends!

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Chapter 1

It was raining as I made my way down the street. Again, the weatherman lies, I smirked at the thought.

Of course, when did it not rain in Townsville? Townsville was pathetic. The weather was pathetic. Every goddamned thing in this town was pathetic. Including the Powerpuff Girls, my cynical mind scoffed. I shook the wayward thoughts from my head and concentrated walking down the wet street. I could see the top of our house and started walking faster because it got colder.

Of course, I was completely oblivious to the impending hell that was waiting for me at home in the shape of my sweet, shy, intelligent sister.

I didn't even get to shut the door or take my green jacket off when I heard her.

"Where were you Buttercup?" I turned around to see Blossom giving me the Eye while both of her hands were at her hips.

"What, you're not glad to see me, Bloss?" I smirked, trying to rile her up. I shut the door and took off my shoes, but stood in the entry way.

"Answer the damn question, Buttercup," Blossom snarled.

"Around town," I shrugged, running my hands thorugh my choppy ebony hair. "Where else?"

"Pshh, God only knows. You probably were off smoking and drinking again with those loser freaks you call friends." Blossom smirked at me, clearly enjoying that it took all of my self-control to not punch her in the face.

"At least I'm not the one selling my body for attention." I shot back and pushed around her to go to my room. I stopped when I felt her fingernails digging into my upper arm.

"Let go of me." My voice had venom in it and Blossom flinched as she let go.

"Buttercup, where is Bubbles?" I ignored her and continued walking down the hallway. Marie, our stepmom, was sitting on the couch watching T.V. and gave me a shaky smile as I passed. I nodded in return.

"Buttercup where the hell is Bubbles?" Apparently Blossom didn't like the fact that I ignored her.

"BUTTERCUP WHERE THE HELL IS BUBBLES? FREAKING ANSWER ME WHEN I ASK!" Blossom huffed and breathed in deeply while glaring at me.

"The fuck would I know? She probably left because you scared the shit out of her!" I hissed at her, mad she would blame Bubbles' tardiness at me.

"WHAT?" Blossom shrieked.

"You heard me! BUBBLES LEFT BECAUSE SHE'S AFRAID OF YOU! YOU'RE TOO CAUGHT UP IN YOURSELF TO KNOW ANYTHING!" I growled at her.

"YOU IDIOT! SHE-"

"Enough! Both of you!" Marie yelled from the living room. "Blossom stop arguing with BC. Buttercup, please, just listen to her."

I shut up and listened to Marie; besides Bubbles, I was the only one who respected her. Maybe it was because she was there when Mitch bro- Stop thinking about it, Buttercup!

"Whatever," Blossom waved her hand in the air like a moron. "Just do the chores BC," she spat my name. "Professor's gonna be home soon. Don't want him to walk into this pig sty. God knows Marie doesn't do anything."

"What're you gonna do?" I raised my eyebrow.

"Call Dexter for some tutoring. I need help with quadratics." Blossom pursed her lips at me and sashayed off to her room.

"Spreading your legs does not count as tutoring! Besides, we learned quadratics Freshman year! You're a freaking Senior!" I shouted, disgusted with her behavior. That slut was my sister?

"BC, ignore her," Marie advised.

"Why? She forces us to do her work and then takes the praises! She's not innocent, she's a fucking slut!" I fumed.

"Language, Buttercup. You know how Blossom is," Marie let out a tired sigh.

"The least she could do is be appreciative of how we don't snitch on her. Well, I'm sure even if we do, the Professor won't believe the infamous Buttercup over the innocent Blossom," I shook my head.

Five minutes later, the doorbell rang. I stiffened but relaxed when I realized it wasn't him. Unlocking the door, I made a face at the boy standing by the threshold.

"What the fuck do you want, Peewee?" I barked. Dexter Stanley stood outside, looking awkwardly at me.

"I'm hear to see Blossom Utonium." He said in a snotty voice and stuck his noise in the air.

"Oh, you're her screw of the week. Whatever, she's in her study room," I said and shut the door once he came in.

Dexter totally ignored Marie, slicked his a-little-to-gelled red hair back, fixed his glasses, and marched into Blossom's "study room."

"Who was that?" Marie asked.

"Dexter. Blossom's screw buddy." Marie made a sound of disgust and I shrugged.

"She could've at least picked someone that looked a bit attractive," Marie muttered and shook her head.

"Whatever." With that, I litterally flew up the stairs and into my room. I opened the door and a poster of Of Mice & Men greeted me. Flinging myself on the bed, I closed my eyes.

Over the course of the years, each of us had grown distant and apart. We certainly weren't the innocent, naive 8 year old superheros. Ours interests differed like the elements.

I became even more tomboyish; trading my green superhero dress for ripped skinny jeans and band tees, and my blanket for a skateboard. Bubbles became popular at school as the head cheerleader, but at home, she was a shell of her true personality. Blossom... Well, Blossom changed the most.

The ringing of my phone brought me back in reality. I picked up my phone and with a grunt, answered it.

"What?"

"BC, is it safe to come home?" Bubbles soft voice quivered in fear.

"Naa, the Prof. isn't home right now," I answered with a yawn, my voice nonchalant. Inside I was breaking into pieces that my younger sister was afraid to come home.

"N-Not him. Is she home?" Bubbles asked.

"Blossom? Oh, she's in her room fucking Dex." I heared Bubbles wince at my vulgular vocabulary, but brushed it off.

"Can you keep your window unlocked?"

"Yeah," with that, Bubbles hung up and I stood up to stretch.

What a fucked up life I, Buttercup Utonium, lived. My youngest sister was afraid to come home because of him and my eldest sister was a whore.

Yup, the Powerpuff Girls lived such a lavish lifestyle.


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