Author's Note: Oh my god! My first fanfic! I owe a lot of thanks to Violet. Thankyou! Ok and all through the story it's going to be through Buttercup's point of view because she's my favorite besides the Rowdyruffs. Oh by the way in this fic the girls are 16 ok? They also have fingers too. Their eyes are a bit smaller though and they have noses. Ok so on with the fic!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Powerpuff Girls or any related characters I just write fanfics about them. Craig McCracken owns Powerpuff Girls and related characters. So please.....DON'T SUE ME!!

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A Feeling


I lay on my bed listening to my boombox with the music blaring through the speakers. Even though my sisters, the Professor, and a few of the neighbors complain about how "loud" it is I still blast my boombox. Besides, I know there are people who are way worse than me. I can't get it out of my head that somethings coming. I just can't! I don't know what it is, but I just know somethings coming. Good or bad I don't know either.

"Lower down that damn music!" I heard Blossom scream, which by the way interupted my thoughts. I glance at the alarm clock Bubbles gave me for my birthday. It was electric green with white glittering stars here and there. 11:25. I guess I can turn off the music and go to sleep. I head to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Ever since we turned 12 we got to have our own bathrooms and bedrooms with our respective colors of course. I quickly return from my trip to the bathroom and slip into my pajamas. I get into bed and turn off the light. I sigh. I still can't get that fucking feeling out my freakin' head! God, it's making me stay awake and I have school in the morning! Oh well it's not like I pay attention in class anyways.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! I slam my fist down onto the snooze button. I rise up from my bed stretch and yawn. I shiver. It's always so damn cold in this house! I run to my bathroom and take a quick shower put on a lime green shirt that says "Punk" in silver writing and a pair of black pedal pushers with some black hightops. I run a brush through my shiny black hair which is now half way down to my back. I put on a dark green bandana like a headband and head downstairs. Professor was already down there making breakfast. I'm usually the first one down there with the Professor because I don't take such a long time getting ready. As for Blossom and Bubbles, well they take their precious sweet time always looking in the mirror to check if their hair is all right or if their make-up is okay. Phhfft! What a waste of time! Not to mention when they take a look for what to wear! They take FOREVER!!

"Professor, why are Blossom and Bubbles so girly?" I ask not really expecting an answer. Professor just chuckles and goes on with his cooking. A while later Blossom and Bubbles come bouncing downstairs with their usual cheery selfs. Ugh! Blossom wearing a pink shirt that says "Princess" with pink bell bottoms and white sneakers. Blossom hair is down with tow short pigtail in front. Bubbles wearing a baby blue shirt with dark blue short sleeves and a silk silver skirt with knee-high dark blue boots. Bubbles hair-doo isn't the usual pigtails. It is now down to her waist and now in a bun with a few clips in her hair as well. On her ears a pair of silver hoops hang. It looks like she has her bracelets hanging on her ears! They sit down at the table with me. Professor then serves us my breakfast first. Waffles with strawberry syrup, eggs, and a side of sausages. Yum! Next he serves Bubbles. She gets pancakes with maple syrup and a side of tofu with that black stuff on it. She never did get over that vegetarian phase. Blossom gets the same breakfast as me. We serve ourselves to some orange juice. Professor then serves himself and sits down with us. We quickly finish of our breakfast, say good-bye to the Professor, and fly off to school Townsville High. (Author's Note: Okay okay I know people have used this name for their high school I'm sorry I used it I don't own okay? Okay thank you for understanding.)

We landed in front of our school and walked towards the entrance. "See ya later guys I'm off to my gang," I tell them. They nod in response and I fly off. I land in front of my group. "What's up, homes?" I ask them with my usual nonchaltant attitude. My group has mainly blacks and mexicans. There are hardly any girls in my group. Just like two of them which happen to be my best friends. "Nuttin' much B.C.," Markeis replies and extends out his hand for that handstack hand shake. He was wearing his usual attire: a dark blue beanie, black, baggy cargo pants, and an oversized T-shirt of Fat Albert. (Author's Note: I don't own Fat Albert either.) I receive his handstack. We start talking about how hard it is to understand our math teacher because she's always slurring her speech as if she's drunk. After that we start making fun of her. The bell rang and we had to go to homeroom. We said our 'See ya laters' and 'Peace out' goodbyes and headed out to our homerooms. It sucked because I didn't have any classes with them. We were lucky that we at least had lunch period together.

My homeroom was math class. YAWN! If there's anything I hate more than math I'm glad I have never seen it. My math teacher began her speech of 'Stop talking! Silent sustained reading! Get out your reading books! And begin to read!' Yea it's like that. At the beginning of homeroom for thirty minutes we have to read silently. What a drag! But it's not like I read anyways. I pick out a big hard cover book and set it up blocking the teacher's view of me. Then I take a quick nap. Ronnie, a boy that sits behind me usually wakes me up if the teachers coming. So I take out my usual hard cover book and it puts me out of view from the teacher. I lay my head down on my arms. All of a sudden I get that feeling again that something is coming. But for some reason it's stronger than before. I jerk my head up and look around me. Nothing there except other students who have their noses deep in their books. Am I becoming paranoid? I certaintly hope not! I shrug and lay my head down again on my arms and try to get a bit of sleep. Something is definetly wrong I just don't know what.
END OF CHAPTER 2!
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