A/N: I don't own 'The Powerpuff Girls'.

Bri's P.O.V.

"Come on! Please?" Zee asked.

"No," I said, eating my eggs.

"Why not?!" Zee exclaimed.

"Easy. I finished school, and I never want to step into a high school in my life," I said.

"All you have to do is walk around the school all day with me! When we get to my sewing class it'll be the end of the day! Then we can leave!" Zee exclaimed, "Plus, Blake goes there. When I'm in a class you don't like, you can go with him."

I looked at Zee and said, "Fine. One day."

"Yay! Bri, you're awesome!" Zee said, hugging me.

"Yeah, whatever," I said after Zee had let go of me. I gobbled up the eggs and Zee went upstairs to get the bride's dress and gloves.

"I'm going to bring Bobbie to school. Tell Zee I'll be back in two minutes," I said to Eric.

"Yeah, yeah," Eric said, waving his hand.

I grabbed Bobbie's hand and ran her to Pokey Oaks Kindergarten. I said goodbye and went back to the house. Zee was waiting for me with the wedding dress in a black bag outside.

"Walk, run, or fly? I suggest fly. It'll get us there as fast as lightning," I said.

"Sure," Zee said.

I grabbed Zee's collar and I flew her to Pokey Oaks High school. When we were about a block away, I put her down and started to walk to the High School.

We walked in the school and Zee said, "Bri, you need a visitor's pass."

I nodded (as I rolled my eyes) and walked into the main office. I got the visitor's pass and walked back to Zee. "Happy?" I asked.

"Yeah. We have to drop the dress off at my sewing class," Zee said.

We did so, and I saw a few guys staring at me. I waved slightly and smiled shyly.

Zee's classes were science, next reading and writing, then gym, and finally sewing. She had lunch between gym and sewing.

"Come on Bri. Only two more classes to go!" Zee said.

"Coming. Coming," I said.

I followed her into the gym and she said, "Wait here."

I saluted and soon the gym teacher walked out. "Who are you?" She asked me.

"I'm Bri. I'm helping Zee with something in her next class," I said.

"Can you help me in this class?" The teacher asked.

I shrugged and said, "Sure."

She gave me a baseball bat and said, "All you have to do is hit this baseball, okay? Or is that too hard for you?"

"Why would that be too hard for me?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You don't go to school. I figured-,"

"What? That I'm stupid? F.Y.I. I have a degree in robotics," I said, "And I finished college. I don't need to go to school lady."

"Fine. Whatever," The gym teacher said, "Just hit the baseball bat."

Soon, everyone was in the baseball diamond behind the school. "And now Bri will demonstrate how to hit a baseball," The gym teacher said.

I got into the right position and the gym teacher threw the baseball at me. In my mind, it slowed down. Heck, in my mind everything slowed down. The ball was coming at me, and Zee and the rest of the girls were cheering. The boys were shouting thing like 'Miss!' and 'Get hit with the ball!'. The baseball got close to me, and I swung. I don't know what happened next. The next thing I knew, the baseball was out of sight and the wooden baseball bat was broken. My jaw dropped and the gym teacher fainted.

About twenty minutes later, after I had paid for the broken bat and Zee had changed out of her gym clothes, she was handing me the dress and the gloves. I changed in the blink of an eye and walked out of the changing area of the school with Zee. "You look pretty," Zee whispered to me.

"Thanks, but I look like a white rabbit in a blizzard," I said, "The only part of me that looks different is my eyes."

Zee rolled her eyes and said, "Thanks again for doing this for me."

Five minutes later, Zee was presenting the dress to the class. "Zee!" The teacher, Ms. Riley, said, "This is the most beautiful dress I've ever seen!"

"Really?!" Zee exclaimed.

"Yes. And, all the other dresses looked like garbage," Ms. Riley said. I looked at the other models wearing the other wedding dresses. Ms. Riley was right. The other dresses did look like garbage. Like they were thrown together this morning. Zee, on the other hand, worked on hers for weeks. She got every detail of her dress perfect.

"Zee you are the winner. I'm going to be wearing your dress for my wedding," Ms. Riley said.

Zee's jaw dropped and she started to hug me. "Thank you so much for being my model Bri! You helped me soooo much!" She exclaimed happily.

"No problem," I said after Zee let go of me.

"You get an A plus Zee," Ms. Riley said, "The A for the dress, and the plus for picking such a beautiful model."

"Thank you," Zee and I said in unison.

A/N: Nicky: If I could take a pill that could make me sane, I'd throw it out a window and make sure a steam roller rolls over it, it catches fire, and the ashes are buried underground. Hehe. Review.