Fall down from the sky

"Buttercup! Come down here, immediately!"

What is it now, thought black haired Powerpuff, approaching her surrogate father.

"Bubbles told me that you've been mean to her. AGAIN. She says that you took her stuffed rabbit…"

"…it's elephant, Professor!", squeaked Bubbles, her blue eyes glowing of tears "She ragged it, and told me that it was not even alive - and I…I…"

Blonde five-years old girl couldn't go on. She burst into tears and for a long time there was silence, interrupted only with her exaggerated sobs.

"Well, Buttercup, what do you have to say for yourself this time?"

"Ugh…that I'm sorry?", guessed Buttercup, frowning.

"That's just not enough! I don't know how many times did we have this conversation, and you keep being mean! I mean, today you ripped Blossoms trigonometry books, destroyed whole building while catching a crook, set fire in the school and now this! Tell me, Buttercup, what's wrong with you? Why can't you just be…perfect like your sisters for a day?"

Buttercup stared at him for a while. Hey, this one is new. Perfect. I'm not perfect. Not at all. Not if I mind, but…

"So, that's it?" she asked, rising an eyebrow "All you wanted was three perfect little girls - that's what sugar and everything nice was meant to do - but why the heck did you put spice, anyway? What've you expected? Kinda good, but still spicy girl who likes pink and coloring? Sorry, Ainstain, ain't gonna do. And about all of that crap you mentioned…"

What's the point of explaining him? He won't understand. Nobody ever understands. Why did he even created me? I just wanna some fun…and he wanted boring goody goody girl…

"You know what, Professor? I don't think it's important. I'm going to train a lil' bit down there. Okay? See ya later…"

She disappeared before Professor could stop her.

Stupid Bubbles. "Oh, look at me, I'm a cute little girl! Here, want me to draw you something pink and blue? There you go! Oh, am I cute!". Stupid Blossom. "I'm the leader. Considering my maturity and responsibility, it is obvious that I'm the smartest. Now, girls, do whatever I say, or else we're all doomed. Well, except me." Am I supposed to be as boring as they are to be perfect? Oh, what the heck…curse'em all!

Buttercup thought wildly as she kicked and punched monsters all around. That was her life. Being toughest fighter over in over, always the winner in the battle, never to cry, never to fear…and she was at least perfect in that. But nobody ever seemed to realize that. And nobody ever will.

Rockin' it up

Thirteen years old girl waited patiently for her new outfit. She wanted to look perfect the first day of high school. It's always the most important - to make a good expression on teachers.

Her long red hair was now tied neatly with her new ribbon and her nails were perfectly painted in pink. Blossom never seemed to do something wrong. She had a few moments, though, but she'd get over them quickly.

Bubbles was her stylist. Blossom discovered Bubbles' talent for designing fashions when they were ten - an useful way to exploit her sisters drawing addiction. And yet Bubbles was happy sewing and cutting as she was drawing unicorns when they were five.

Bubbles just did a few last touches when their third sister entered, and Blossom couldn't stop a gasp.

"What…what've you done?", pink eyed leader asked her tough sister.

Buttercup was covered in blood, with mud all over her jeans and shirt. She seemed happier then ever.

"Chill, Bloss", she said easily "I was just socializing, ya know…me and Rowdyruff's are about to meet each other properly! By which I mean ME kickin' THEIR butt!"

Bubbles looked at Buttercup disapprovingly.

"You didn't fight all three of them, didn't you?", asked Blossom, feeling tired all of the sudden.

"Nah, just me vs. Brick and Boomer. Butch didn't come, that sissy. Brick did mention about Butch training as a maniac, but that was just before Boomer…"

"Okay, okay, Buttercup, I get it", said Blossom.

"So, BC, want me to make you a new outfit for a first day of school? I promise, I'll do whatever you want to look like - just give me a day!"

Buttercup thought for a moment, and then she saw super cute, short, sleeveless pink dress Bubbles was finishing for Blossom at the moment.

"Okay, it has to be just like that one - just make it black, with green here, here and there", she started, showing Bubbles what to do "And I'll wear jeans under it, so make it sporty - no, better punk. No sparkles, and see if you can find me some cool accessories beside it."

Bubbles giggled happily at worried Blossom.

"Don't worry, BC, I'll do it just as you say. And, if you want, I can find some spare time to work on other outfits like that…"

Blossom sighed heavily. On the first thought, high school was great, but now when she thinks of it…Buttercup and high school…The new bad girl is in the town.

XXXX

"Now, girls, remember what I told you earlier - be nice, don't let other students distract you from what teacher says - and behave nice, OK?"

Blossom and Bubbles nodded, but Buttercup was too occupied with her new haircut, so she hadn't to lie. She definitely wasn't about to behave nice.

As for her hairstyle, her shoulder length hair was now completely straight; she had green highlights, which suited really cool with her eyes and her outfit.

"Oh, wouldya drop it already, so we can all make it before I get bored? Bye, Prof…have a good day!", she screamed and flew off the ceiling. But it was all just her attitude, she has to wear that appearance. Inside her, she was friendless, cursed to spend time with her nice, neat and friendly sisters. Argh.

Next time: meet new friends! And meet new destiny!