Disclaimer: Only the story idea belongs to me. I do not claim the characters, settings, etc. mentioned in this fanfiction.

Chapter 1: The Start of it All

Dear diary,

You know, for something that's done typically by a good amount of females my age, writing this is... hard. In my opinion, it's one thing to say these things out loud, but trying to incorporate my words into writing is a completely different ballpark. I want to say a lot, but my hand doesn't want to write that much. It's all very confusing. I'm not sure where I should even start with this thing.

Hm. I suppose a self-introduction wouldn't be too bad. Then, we'll move on from there.

My name is Blossom Utonium, and I'm a normal teenage girl. Sure, I have superpowers—my sisters Bubbles and Buttercup do as well—and okay, I didn't have any fingers or toes for most of my life, but still. My whole life has been filled with so many different creatures and monsters, it would take about three novels to describe them all. And even then, I wouldn't be able to fit every single little thing about them in there! It's a little overwhelming, but mostly fascinating. My sisters and I have been on countless adventures together, and I can't wait for more with them.

Despite all the unusual things I stated above, life has been completely normal for me. I get upset, happy, tired, angry, the bothersome insecurities—the list goes on. When I'm not saving the day, I'm doing regular things, like staying up late at night, writing in my diary. (Yes, this is precisely what I'm doing now.)

Actually, the first day of school is tomorrow. I can't help but look a little bit forward to it. Pokey Oaks Junior High School is both simple and a bit stereotypical, but I'm used to it. There have been countless times where others call me a 'nerd" and "smart ass," which... not to toot my own horn, but I am a really smart person. I'm so smart that I notice that being smart nowadays isn't really a good thing according to my peers, though. In fact, it made me a grade-A loser.

Bubbles is far from being a loser. Practically everybody loves her, from her bright smile to her positive look at life. Last school year, not only was she the lead in the spring play, which sold out on tickets the moment it was announced she was, but she was also named the prettiest girl in our class. Even the meanest people out there find themselves wrapped around Bubbles's (metaphorical) finger. When you see her, you just can't look away. Bubbles just had a way of drawing in a crowd.

The word 'loser' doesn't fit Buttercup, either. I'll admit, her behavior in school isn't the best, but I can see her trying to calm down so she can do what she loves: playing sports. She makes sure not to use any powers so she doesn't have an advantage, but even then she's good. The more games she plays, the better she gets and the more fans she receives. Every game we go to, I notice the signs in the stands, the majority being dedicated to Buttercup and her amazing skills.

Then there's me. Extracurricular-wise, I don't do much, just tutoring on the side when a teacher asks me to. I have so much free time, it's a bit ridiculous. I'd join clubs like the Mathletes, but I tried to in the past and it didn't work well. At all. Long story short, according to the teacher officials of these clubs, I'm too smart for them, and that's not fair to the other teams nor my peers. I get it, I really do, but still, it sucks. The rest of the clubs just don't interest me enough to even try them out. So, for most days, I'm stuck going home alone after school.

Am I jealous of my sisters? Honestly, yes. And it makes me feel so ashamed to feel that way. I'm sure they look up to me just as much as I look up to them, and they'd be quick to tell me that I'm anything other than a loser. A part of me even believes that I'm more than what other people say about me. But when I'm walking down the hallway with Bubbles on my right and Buttercup on my left, all I can see is all our peers waving at them... and ignoring me completely.

It... hurts a little.

In battle, I'm Blossom Utonium, fearless leader of The Powerpuff Girls, one of three saviors of the city of Townsville. Outside of that, though, is just regular 'ol me, big red bow and all. I'm nothing special.

I'm just normal. But as boring as that sounds, I think that's okay. I've made it this far being ordinary in a school setting; what's another year going to do to me, right?

Anyway, I should get going. This got way more sad than I could have ever imagined, but a diary is for one's truest emotions. I suppose I should get used to it being like this, huh?

Here's to another normal school year,
Blossom Utonium

...

I let out a sigh, closing the pink diary in front of me. The cover looks like a unicorn puked silver and gold glitter all over it, and the stickers that spell out 'BLOSSOM' are extremely crooked, but I still smile at it. I love this monstrosity so much, I can feel my heart swelling just by giving it a look-over.

For our birthday, my sisters and I made it a habit to make original gifts for each other. Professor gave us the idea to, and we haven't stopped since. This year, Bubbles and Buttercup surprisingly worked together and made me my own diary. Something about me talking to myself too much, and writing in my own diary would be way less annoying than me whispering who knows what to myself when everyone wanted to sleep. Hurtful, but honestly, that's fair.

I glance to look at the clock and silently curse to myself. It's way past midnight, and from the sounds of snoring, I can tell that both Bubbles and Buttercup are fast asleep. I used to be so responsible with bedtimes when I was younger, but nowadays, I find my thoughts keeping me awake, and more of them tended to be bad than good. Luckily, this diary is here so I don't have to wake my sisters up in the process.

I take a look at the diary again. The entry I wrote today... A part of myself cringes at it another part stares at my soul in pity. The good news is that this a very healthy way to vent, and I do feel better after doing it. The bad news, though, is that I don't know what situations I'm going to go through to fill the thing up. Some will be good, sure, but there's always something bad floating in the air, and bad things have a way of chucking their entire being at me.

And the worst part is that there's no way I'll be able to see in the future to prepare myself for what's to come.

I shake my head. 'No,' I think to myself, 'That's just life, Blossom, and literally everyone goes through it. No need to dwell on the inevitable.'

Easier said than done, me. Still, I manage to clear my mind enough to turn off my desk lamp, hide my diary underneath the many books neatly lying on the desk, and tiptoe to climb in my bed. The bed creaks a little, but luckily, it isn't loud enough to wake up my sisters lying in their own beds. I close my eyes, trying to uplift myself with one thought that refused to leave my mind.

'Everything will be fine, because this year is going to be as normal as the last.'

A/N: Alright. It's been... two years, wow. I haven't even glanced at this story since I've been gone. But third time on the revamp is the charm, right? Ahahaha...

In all seriousness, I'll try my hardest to finish this. Unlike before, I actually have a plot all planned out, which makes writing this ten times easier! I'm aiming to be complete with this towards Summer or Fall of 2020 to give myself time. Balancing college and outside writing is tough, so please bear with me!

Lastly, thank you for reading if you did! I hope you're looking forward to the next chapter! :)