Short raven hair and green eyes.

Eyebrows furrowed and angry thoughts.

Expression ranging from a scowl to a snarl.

Nobody likes me, and they don't pretend to. I hate everybody, and I show it clearly.

Girls scoff at the sight of me. Boys shudder at my name.

My sisters and I, we're so alike but all so different.

Me? I'm the tough one.

The angry one.

The hateful one.

Oh, how wrong you are for assuming that.

I am actually insecure and lonely,

a broken soul,

far from hateful.

I aspire for a friend, for someone to speak my thoughts to.

Promises of protection and less wedgies, no more shoves into the locker.

I can't live up to my word. How else would I remain the toughest?

But, no one steps up to me. No one tries to be my friend.

That is not how I like it.

"Move, move! Buttercup is coming!" A group of freshman scatter down the hallway, keeping clear of my sisters and I.

We walk in together everyday so it is clear to everyone not to mess with them. As long as I'm with them, they're safe.

Bubbles scurries to her group of popular kids. I can't stand them. Blossom slinks off to the library. You'd never catch me in there. I heard towards the gym, eager to start my morning routine of workouts.

The gym is empty, as per my request. No one would be caught dead in here before their set gym period. I have the whole room to my self for at least another 30 minutes. I take my position in the middle of the large room, stretching my hamstrings and doing a few squats.

Whilst I'm doing my second set of push-ups, I hear the gym door slowly creak open. A small figure looks around and runs in, heading towards the bleachers.

My blood boils. Everyone knows nobody, and I mean nobody is allowed in here. I stand up and head towards the person, my hand already balled up in a fist. As I draw nearer, I see the figure is a girl. Her hair is short and choppy and she is curled up in a ball, clutching what seems to be a photo album to her chest. I can just make out the tears and mascara staining her cheeks. My fist immediately uncurls and I reach over and place a hand on her shoulder.

"A-are you okay?" I whisper, sitting down next to her. She slowly raises her head and looks into my eyes.

"Oh no. You're Blossom and Bubbles' sister, aren't you?" I nod. "P-please don't hurt me. I can't take any more."

I cock an eyebrow. "Hurt you? Why would I do that?" She snorts.

"Um, hello? You're Buttercup, the school bully. Bubbles is a popular bitch who shits on everybody to stay on top, and Blossom is a psychopathic nerd who can't stand to have anyone smarter than her. You guys are fucking crazy."

I'm taken aback by her words. Tears are flowing down her face in a steady stream, and I realize it's true. We are the three people in this school that will tear you down, go out of our way to hurt you.

I motion towards her appearance. "Explain."

And so she does. She tells me about Bubbles chopping her hair off, for being "pretty" and Blossom ripping up photos of her dead father for a report she forgot to do. A rock forms in my chest. Who knew my sisters were so … so evil? I only bully people because I am insecure, because I need the feeling of being feared. But them? Bubbles is beautiful and popular. She would be no matter what. Blossom is smarter than anyone I've ever known.

Who knew they were worse than me?

The girl finishes her story and looks up at me, probably expecting me to punch her in the face or something. Instead, I lean over and give her a hug.

She tenses up as she breathes out a soft,

"W-why?"

Because, I need a friend.

Because, I am Buttercup.

Because, I wish I wasn't the only with

brawn.

Aaaand that's the end of it. How'd you like it? I'm sure it was very OOC and stuff, but I had a nice time writing it. I think it portrays the PPG in a new light. Please review, and thanks for reading!