A/N: I don't own The Powerpuff Girls, Powerpuff Girls Z, or Powerpuff Girls Doujinshi (GREAT Comic, BTW). ON WITH THE STORY!
Bri's P.O.V.
Hm. Where do I start? Oh yeah! I found out I have a special power! Time travel. Mojo Jojo was trying to destroy me was trying to destroy me with a ray gun. I broke out of my metal prison, destroyed his machine, beat up Mojo Jojo, sent him to jail, and went home.
I walked in the door, and sat on the couch. "Gets me a rootbeer," Ace said, as bossy as ever.
"Get it yourself lazy bones," I said.
"No. Gets me a rootbeer," He ordered.
"You may be the leader of your gang, Ace, but it's my house. MINE. I make the rules, and I say get your stupid rootbeer yourself," I said, getting ticked off at him.
Ace frowned. "Get me-,"
I cut him off by tackling him. "Shut up!" I exclaimed.
I got off him and dusted myself off. I grumbled and went up the stairs, mumbling to myself. I went in my room and grabbed my mom's old sunglasses, and the hat my dad got just before he died. I put the hat on my head, and the sunglasses over my eyes.
I fell asleep on my bed thinking about when my mom and dad were alive. The simpler times.
Bri's P.O.V.
I woke up from my nap with a horrible crick in my neck. Man, did it hurt! Why did my neck hurt so bad? I looked around. I wasn't in my bedroom. Nope, I was on a park bench. I still had my mom's sunglasses and my dad's hat on. Why would someone want to move me? Odd.
I got to my feet and saw something that shook me to my core. Me. Well, not me technically. A younger version of me. Twelve years old to be exact.
Okay...So, either I was going crazy, this was all a dream, or I have another original power, time travel. I ran into a tree and said, "Nope! Not a dream!"
"Miss," The younger version of me asked, "Are you alright?"
"Uh, yeah. Who are you?" I asked.
"I'm Brianna Madison!" The younger me said. I saw the younger me was wearing a black long sleeved shirt, blue jeans, sneakers, and her (or is it still technically mine?) hair was in two curly pig-tails and she had a baseball hat on her head, and sunblock on her skin. Brianna had braces, and a bad overbite. Heck, I still have my overbite! "Who are you?" Brianna asked.
"I'm, uh, Anna Sonmad," I said, using the last part of my first name and switching up my last name to use as a cover up, "It's nice to meet you Brianna."
"You too!" Brianna stated.
"Brianna!" I heard young Zee call. We both looked up.
Zee, also twelve years old, was running towards up. She had a white shirt, blue jeans, sneakers, and her hair was in a high pony tail. "Hi Brianna!" Younger Zee said.
"Hi Zamora!" Brianna said to Zamora.
I waved and said, "Hi."
"Zamora, this is Anna," Brianna said.
"Hi Anna!" Zamora said, "Nice to meet you. I like your hat."
"Thanks. It was my dad's," I said.
"We have to go now. Come on Brianna!" Zamora exclaimed, tugging on her friend's arm.
"Okay, okay! I'm coming!" Brianna said, laughing. They both went away, laughing and playing in the park.
I walked away from where I was standing. I heard small sobs. I'm pretty sure without my super hearing, I wouldn't have been able to have heard the person crying.
I walked towards a fairly large tree, and saw a boy around twelve. He was hugging his knees to his chest and crying softly. "Hey," I said.
He gasped and looked up. He had a black eye and very light green skin. It was a younger version of Snake. I traveled to the day my younger self met him. "What?" He asked.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Nosss," He said.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Peoplesss keep makin' fun of messs for the waysss I looksss and talksss," Young Snake told me.
"Well, they're wrong. I like the way you look and talk," I said, sitting down next to him.
"Thanksss," Young Snake said, "I'm Sssanford."
"Anna," I said, using my cover up name.
"You really likesss me?" Sanford asked.
"Yeah. You're cool," I said, smiling, "You know, I think I know a girl about your age who would love to be friends with you. She's got a gene disorder. Her hair's white, her skin's very pale, and her eyes are red."
"Can you introduce me to her?" Sanford asked.
"Why don't you introduce yourself?" I asked, "You're nice enough."
"O-okay," Sanford said. He got up and said, "Where are theysss?"
"Most likely looking for a Frisbee over by the volcano," I said, shrugging. I remembered that from the day I first met Snake. I snapped my fingers and said, "I'm the one who sent you to meet me!"
"What?" He asked.
"Nothing," I said. I got to my feet and said, "Good luck Sanford."
"Thanksss," He said, looking at his hands. He looked up and walked towards the volcano.
Young Brianna's P.O.V.
Zamora and I were looking for her lost frisbee. "Frisbee! Frisbee! Oh, frisbee, where can you be, little fisbee?" I sang.
Zamora laughed and said, "Good song, but you still have a bad singing voice."
I shook my head, chuckled, and said, "I know Zamora."
"Hey loser!" Ashley, my rival and biggest enemy said walking over to my best friend and me.
I growled and said, "What do you want Ashley?"
"Just that I found this," She said, holding up Zamora's frisbee, "And I'm not going to give it back."
"What? Why not?" Zamora asked.
"I won't give it back until Zamora admits that Brianna is a freak of nature," Ashley said.
Zamora turned to me and said, "Brianna, you're a freak of nature." She turned back to Ashley and said, "Give it back jerk!"
"You're the jerk now Zamora," Ashley said, smirking as she handed Zamora her Frisbee.
Ashley walked away and Zamora said, "You're not a freak of nature Brianna. Ashley is. Trust me."
"Thanks," I said, smiling.
Then a boy around our age with a black eye walked over to us. "Hi," He said, looking down.
"Hi!" I exclaimed.
"Hey," Zamora said.
"I wanted to introduccce myssself," The boy said, "I'm Sssanford."
I smiled and said, "I'm Brianna. I like your lisp."
Sanford looked up and said, "Really?" I nodded. "Thanksss," He told me, "No one'sss ever liked me or my lisssp very much."
"Oh. I'm sorry. No one's liked me very much either. I'm an albino. I burn in the sun when I don't wear sunblock," I said, pouting.
"Yeah," Zamora said, "I'm Zamora. You look green. Are you sick?"
"No," Sanford said.
"Zamora, that's okay," I said, "I like his skin. And his lisp. Both of those things makes you even cooler."
"Thanksss," Sanford said.
"Wanna play?" Zamora asked, holding up the Frisbee.
"Sssure," Sanford said.
We played with the Frisbee for a few hours, when my Aunt Jess walked up to us with her two year old baby, Barbara, in her arms. "Hi Aunt Jess!" I exclaimed, running up to her.
"Brianna," Aunt Jess said, looking me in the eyes. Uh oh. She only looked me in the eyes when something bad happened, or I was in trouble. And she didn't have any anger in her voice.
"Y-yeah?" I asked.
"It's your father," Aunt Jess said looking at me, "He's had a heart attack."
My heart broke. "O-okay. Zamora, I have to go," I said, turning toward my best friend and new found friend.
"What happened?" Zamora asked.
"My daddy had a heart attack," I said, my eyes watering.
"Go. Now," Zamora said, her eyes widening.
"Thanks for understanding! Bye!" I said running off with my Aunt and baby cousin.
Bri's P.O.V.
I walked out from behind the tree I was watching them from and walked over to Zamora and Sanford. "Tell Brianna I give her my best regards," I said to them.
Zee nodded and took a few pictures out of her pocket. She handed one to Sanford and said, "It was fun hanging with you Sanford. See you."
"Bye," Sanford said, taking the picture and walking away. Zamora handed one to me and said, "Thanks for introducing Bri and me to Sanford."
"But, but," I said.
"I saw you talking to Sanford," Zamora told me.
"Alright. Bye Zamora," I said, walking away.
I looked at the picture. It was the same one I always kept in my jacket pocket. I chuckled at it and put it in my jacket pocket, alongside the other one.
I started to think about how to get my time, three years in the future. I sat on a bench and started to think about my time. Then I started to shine black, and I was gone.
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