PpG3
Secrets and Surprises
Chapter Eight - Dear Diary...

My sisters really confuse me sometimes.
For example, Bubbles usually acts really ditzy. She's in 6th grade for Pete's sake and still obsesses over her crayon drawings like a Kindergartener! But yesterday when I was grounded she sounded a lot more grown up than even Blossom. Except for when she said Blossom was scared she made sense.
Even Blossom seems out of character these days. She's never tried to totally run my life before. Now it seems all she cares about is my life. Even now, when she's been avoiding me all day, she keeps looking up from her homework to see if I'm still writing. She's probably going to try and steal my notebook again tonight, so I'm going to sleep with it under my pillow. And dream sweet dreams without worry.
Dream about Andra.
I'm worried they're going to find out about Andra. They already know I have a crush on someone with the initials A.M., and Andra's the only one in our grade with those initials. I know, I checked the year book. And I have no idea how they or the Professor would react if they found out I liked a girl. I don't even know how Andra would react.
Life bites sometimes.

-Buttercup

Dear Diary,
Buttercup is really worrying me now. She's gotten completely out of control. If this was just a matter of a notebook and a crush I'd leave her alone, but she's so persistent in hiding stuff from Bubbles and me, I'm getting worried. She's spending time with this Andra girl, someone none of us knows anything about, and I can't forget that Andra and Buttercup's crush have the same initials. Bubbles doesn't think anything of the coincidence...but then again, does she even know about homosexuality? I'm not saying Buttercup is gay, I don't even want to think about that, I'm just pointing out how innocent my sister is. She's almost too innocent sometimes. And she's indecisive, too. First she was all for reading Buttercup's notebook and then she turned me in for finding it! Then at school she didn't seem to care at all about Buttercup's sudden disappearance from our lunch table.
What I told Bubbles is the truth. I'm honestly worried about what could happen if Buttercup isn't nearby when we have to fight a monster. I know she's been the only reason we've won a few times.
I wonder if she knows about that. She did say something about not wanting to be the reckless Powerpuff Girl. While she certainly is the most daring of the three of us, that's saved us a couple times.
Hm. Maybe I'll have to talk to her about that.

-Blossom

Dear Diary,
The tenshun in our bedroom is thicker than my peanut butter and jelly sandwich at lunch today so I'm writing down at the kitchen table.
I don't know why Blossom and Buttercup just keep trying to hurt eachother. It started out as just a litle fun, teasing Buttercup to get the notebook, but Blossom's turned it into an obseshon. First stealing Buttercup's notebook last night (okay, I was in that, too, so I deserved to get in trouble) and then watching her while she ate with Andra (who is really cool, but I don't think Blossom cares about that). And then both of them being so mean after school! Maybe I should have stayed after wit Blossom. Maybe I could have kept them from being so mean.
Or not. Neither of them listen to me much. They don't even think I'm very smart. I saw Blossom's look when I told her that only a boy's name would be in Buttercup's notebook. She thinks I'm so cute and inosent that I don't know about stuff like gay people. Well she's wrong. I know from some of the girls I used to play with at recess. Theyre called dykes and fags and lezbos and they like to kiss other girls and stuff, which seems kind of gross to me, but those names don't sound very nice either. And if Blossom really thinks Buttercup is one of them, Blossom's even more paranoyd then I thought!
The Professor is telling me I have to go to bed. I don't want to, Buttercup and Blossom might finally explode and fight again and my face still hurts from the fight this morning! I'll have to try and keep them from killing eachother, I guess.

Good night!
Bubbles.

Dear Diary-
Today was a pretty tough day. Tougher than usual. The toughest thing I usually have to deal with is trying to act normal around Buttercup, but today Buttercup's sister, Blossom, started following us everywhere after lunch, even trying to keep Buttercup from walking home with me after school. What if Blossom knows how I feel about Buttercup? What if she's like the jerks at my old school and goes around telling everybody? What would Buttercup do?
I'd like to think Buttercup would be okay if she found out I liked girls. I'm almost positive she would be. But everything could change if she found out I liked her, specifically. Crossing someone with super powers could be bad. If she, or any of her sisters, are totally against gay people, I could be dead, or at least in the hospital for a very long time.
I hate being me! There's nobody here who understands me, not even Mom. And if I told my best - no, my only - friend why I was so quiet all the time, chances are she'd hate me.
Mom says I'm paranoid, that the people here are much better than at my last school. And while not everyone will understand me, telling Buttercup is a chance I should take.
I wish I was as confidant as her.

Love,
Andra

Tuesday, 10:17 P.M.

Haven't perfect my won't-get-soggy-in-milk cereal yet. I was really hoping to finish that today, maybe if I add
Oh, who am I kidding? I can't concentrate on my work at all, not with the Girls acting the way they are. They're at an awkward age. They've always been more mature than the other kids their age (even Bubbles), so I've tried to treat them that way...but sometimes they act like regular 12 year old girls. Keeping secrets while trying to find out everyone else's, Blossom trying to play mother hen to Bubble and Buttercup, exactly like what I remember the girls doing at school when I was their age. Sometimes it's hard to know when to treat them like children and when to treat them like adults. I try to let them solve their problems alone, they try to kill eachother. I punish them and everyone sees the punishment as too harsh - or too lenient. There's no middle ground when it comes to raising children.