This is my first story. You may find it a little crappy, but gimmie a break, I have a cold as I write this. I don't own the Powerpuff Girls, but I do own Claire. Who, by the way, is the main character in this story. Here we go.

The Crusumcrush Girls

Intro-I've always loved the Powerpuff Girls. Ever since I met them that is. I heard that when they were first created, everyone hated them. I can't imagine why or how. When I started going to Pokey Oaks Kindergarten, I didn't know what to think of 3 super powered little girls. But the longer I was there, the more I grew attached to them. They were the only ones who were nice to me when I had no friends. Heck, they even saved my life once. And I haven't given my thanks. I never will know, because I'm trapped. And no one, not even the Powerpuff Girls, can get me out of this one.

Chapter 1-Claire's Heroines

"Have a nice first day of school Hon," Claire's father said with a kiss on his daughter's head. She was a small 5 year-old with strait copper/brown hair, held into a high, long ponytail with curved ends, and a white headband tied in a tiny bow pulling back her neatly combed bangs. She wore an orange sleeve-less blouse with big black buttons, a brown skirt, knee-high socks and black sneakers.

"But Dad, why do I have to ride to school with her?" Claire glared behind glared behind her shoulder at Princess, who was sitting impatiently in her long, white limo in the back seat glaring back at her.

"Because she's your cousin and I can't drive you, for I don't have a car. Now scoot or you'll be late." Claire sighed. She knew that there was no point in arguing with him. So she waved good-bye, and climbed into the back seat of the limozene next to Princess.

"Now listen, I don't want you acting too stupid in front of everyone or you'll make me look bad." Princess said in her high and snobby voice that made Claire's insides curdle.

"I think you've already got that cut out for you, coz." Princess ignored her cousins statement continued with her list of rules.

"You will tell the class the exact description of my magnificentcy, not that they should listen to you. Who would respect the opinion of a broke hobo such as yourself? And they already know how magnificent I am. Yes, on second thought, just stay out of my way and you'll do fine. And also…"

Claire wasn't paying the slightest attention to the yapping of her annoying relative. If she was, she would have punched her in the jaw for calling her a 'broke hobo'. She was very sensitive about her lack of money, especially when it was the Morebuck's fault she and her dad were poor in first hand. But luckily for Princess's jaw, Claire was busy daydreaming about a week ago, when her life was saved by 3 mysterious girls.

Flashback

"Dad! Dad, were are you? DADDY!!!" Claire was pushing her way past the huge crowd of people in the underground subway. She had just got off the train and was now in her new home, Townsville. But she had been separated from her father and was in a panic. People pushed and shoved, she was barely noticed at all because of her short size, and her cries were completely drowned out by the hustling and bustling of the busy workers.

"Daddy, help! Please Dad, were are you!" She was in tears now. She was so frightened, and she was being squished! She moved to the side of the station in order to get away from the crowd. But she was still being pushed. Too much pushing. She moved closer and closer to the edge of the station unwillingly, and was getting dangerously close to the rail tracks. "Wait-Excuse me, please-STOP!" One shove too many, and next thing she knew, she had been falling strait into the deep train pit. To top it off, a train was speeding towards her that very second. Claire screamed out all her lungs could carry. All the people around her shrieked in terror. Claire shut her gray eyes tightly, awaiting an electric shock from the tracks if not the murdering smack of the train first. But neither came. She felt an embrace of small, gentle arms, and heard the sound of wheels screeching to a stop, and all the people in the station cheering. What had happened? Claire slowly opened her eyes and looked up to who was holding her. The face of a pink eyed girl with long red hair and a red bow sitting on top of her head was smiling upon her. She was about her age and her head plus her eyes were abnormally huge

"Are you OK?" The girl asked sweetly. Claire was too stunned to answer. She gasped as she looked down to see she was flouting above the railroad tracks, sitting in the girls arms. She then looked around herself and gasped again when she saw a girl with similar features but with short black hair and light green eyes, struggling to keep the train that almost hit her at a stop by standing, or rather flying in front of it, pushing it back. And behind the train, was yet another big eyed girl in blue, with little blond pigtails, trying to pull the train to slow it in halt.

"Claire! CLAIRE!" Claire looked away from the super natural heroes and saw her dad racing towards her.

"Dad!" Claire was so overjoyed to see him she teared up again. The redheaded girl holding her smiled as she gently set Claire down to safety and watched her run into her beloved father's arms as he kneeled down and pulled her into a loving hug and began to sob as well. The crowd awed and clapped for the touching scene held before them. The two flying 5 year-olds holding the train released it and joined the pink girl.

"Come on girls. Are work here is done." The pink ordered the others. And with that, they flew off. Claire pulled away from her father in time to see three glowing streaks of pink, lime green and baby blue trail off up the subway stairs and disappear.

The people roared with applause as the three departed. Shouting things like, "Hurray for the Powerpuff Girls!"

End of Flashback

'Powerpuff Girls…'

"Yo. Snap out of dream land. We're here." Princess was snapping her fingers violently in front of Claire's face. Claire pushed them away angrily as she unbuckled her seat belt.

The door was opened by Car Michael and a long red carpet went rolling out over the healthy green grass to the front door of the school, making the kids in the way scatter. Princess stepped out and sashayed to the door, but stopped when Claire tried to get out too.

"Back up. Only I can walk on this here rug." Claire rolled her eyes. It was just fine with her if she didn't make her first appearance looking like a snob like her cousin. She crawled across the seats and out the opposite door, were she ran around the back end of the limo, and joined the normal kids to the flat, single class roomed school.

The kids sat in their seats, except Claire who waited by the door.

"Now class, we have a new student, so put on your best faces. You may come in, dear."The teacher, Ms. Keane said kindly.

Claire walked in the room, trying to keep her head high, but not having much success. All eyes were on her. Normally, she would enjoy the attention, but in the case of not knowing a single soul made her feel uneasy.

"Children, this is Claire. She just moved here from Kansas. She's also Princess's cousin."

The kids began to murmur things to each other. Claire's head lowered even more. She knew exactly what they were thinking. They were thinking she was probably like Princess because she was related to her. Snobby, spoiled, selfish, the three "s" words she wasn't. Now it looked bleak for her to ever make friends. Just then, a high sweat little voice rang out.

"Here Claire, you can sit with us."

"That's very nice of you, Bubbles." Ms. Keane approved.

Claire finally looked up and gasped (Gee, Claire gasps a lot doesn't she). The owner of the voice was one of the girls at the saved her that day at the train station. The blond one. Bubbles… what kind of name was that? And next to her sat the other two saviors. The green one seemed to be asleep, the pink one was wearing that polite smile, and Bubbles was grinning and waving for her to sit next to them. Claire walked over slowly and nervously as the whole class (except the snoring brunette who was now being jerked in the ribs by the redhead's elbow) was watching her in silence, and she noticed Princess was glaring evilly at her and the girls awaiting her at their table. At last, Claire made her way to her seat.

"Hey, I remember you," the girl in pink said, now getting a better look at the sweating Claire. "Buttercup, wake up!"

"Yeah, you were the girl at the station. My name is Bubbles, and these are my sisters, Blossom, and… uh…" Bubbles starred down at her sleeping sister who was being shaken rather harshly by Blossom. "This is Buttercup…" Buttercup's eyes flickered open as she finally began to awaken.

"What the, what happen?" she asked confused and rubbed her light green eyes sleepily.

"We have a new classmate. Say hello." Blossom told her sister sternly. Buttercup looked around.

"Hi." And plopped her head back on the table into another snooze.

"Oh no you don't!" Blossom began her battle to keep her lazy sis up again as Bubbles turned back to face Claire.

"I think you'll really like it here".

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As Claire walked home from her first day at Pokey Oaks Kindergarten (refusing to ride with Princess again), she thought about her day. She made no friends really. She spent lunch and reassess alone, listening to cruel and untrue rumors about her that Princess undoubtedly started.

One thing the two cosines had in conmen, is that they both love attention. Though Princess acts like a snot to get it by bragging about her money or something stupid that people don't usually respect, and wants every single person on the planet to look up to her. Claire tries to be herself and make her loved or at least noticed by others. She was rather good at it in her old school, but she sertently didn't make a very good mark today. The only reputation she got was that she was the biggest rebel in her previous town, and was stopped at every crime she made by Princess (one of the untrue rumors in case you didn't know).

Claire looked up at the sky, it was orange of dusk. She sighed. 'Maybe I should have gotten a ride from Princess. It's getting late and I still have a ways to go,' she thought as she searched her skirt pockets for bus money, but found nothing but clothes lent. She knew where she was going, for her father had given her many tours around the city before incase she got lost sometime.

She also thought of the Powerpuff Girls as she continued down the road. She had heard of them before she had been rescued. Princess would talk about the pest they were for not letting her join their group Claire remembered vaguely, but never thought much of it because she barley ever listened to Princess in the first place, and she just assumed they were a club of gangsters or popular girls, not a team of super heroes.

Suddenly, Claire had a strange feeling she was being followed. It was dark out now and the street lights have yet to be lit. She stopped. In a second, she heard footsteps behind her that quickly disappeared. Claire was starting to get frightened and began walking again, this time a little faster. She listened for the footsteps, and sure enough, they resumed in a quicker pace. As Claire sped up, so did the stalker. She looked behind her and saw a shady looking person turn and walk into the nearest store as soon as she looked. She returned to her normal pace, but was still cautious. A few seconds later, she heard a store bell ring (the kind they put above the doors to know when a customer is entering or exiting). Claire turned, and to her horror, the shady man was leaving the building and walking her way again. There were no people on the streets, so it was easy for someone kidnap her then and there. She crossed the street to try and shake him off. As feared, the stranger crossed after her. 'He is following me!'

Claire broke into a run, hoping to find a public restraint or someplace to hide in, but all the stores she came across were closed. She took another look around her shoulder, and to her relief, there was no sign of the man any were. She settled down some, looked around every few minutes to see if he may have been hiding before and had resumed chasing her, but no spooky dude. Just then, as she was passing a small ally, a big, rough hand rested on her shoulder. She spun around to face the owner of the hand and saw the shady stalker from before, know pulling her in the ally with his dirty hand clamped around her screaming mouth.

Heheh… Cliff hanger… Heheh. Thank you for actually reading this far. I'll try to put the PPG in more. R&R