The True story of the Powerpuff girls.

Promise(Buttercup P.O.V)

So after hearing about how my parents were just like me it made me a little faint. So on the second day of the new school year I end up going home 3rd period. Which means so far all I've been to is my first and Second period classes since the first day I had to go to the Emergency room because of the chemicals all over me.

I want to ask my Foster mom if she knew anything about my mom, but I'm kind of afraid. She always gets so sad when I talk to her about my real mom. But I work up the nerve and yell for her. And about a minute later she comes up with a plate of cookies and two glasses of milk, "What's up Buttercup?" She says.

My heart jumps a little at the name. I almost forgot that it's her pet name for me, for a second I thought that maybe she knew everything. It made me even more shaky to ask her about it. I don't even know why I'm so nervous to ask her. Maybe it's because I know all of these secrets about her that I don't wanna let her know that I know the truth, In case she thinks I'm mad for her hiding these things. But maybe she doesn't even know about what really happened in the first place.

"Where you friends with my mom?" I ask her.

She got a weird look on her face and sat down next to me on her bed, Her short bob cut floats to the back of her neck. Her eyes look kind of dry and tired, and I can see every wrinkle on her face. I wonder why she's all stressed out, and I think I just made her stress-level a little more high.

Now I kind of feel bad.

"Yes dear, everybody knew your mom. She was a really special girl, and really talented and everybody liked her. She kind of reminds me of you, actually."

"Were you guys friends?" I ask her. "Well, we didn't really talk all the time, but I took a few pictures of her, I was on the school newspaper, I always took pictures of her and her friends."

I think of how they always saved the day. They were 'special' and 'talented' all because they had superpowers. She has to know then, everybody in townsville knew, they had to have seen them do good things, they had to of slipped up and someone seen them use their powers. Maybe that's why they left. Maybe they were embarrassed of teased.

"So why did her and her friends run away together?" I ask.

She scratches the top of her head. "Well, dear we can just talk about that later, I'm really tired." She gets up off the bed and heads for the door.

"Please Aimee, tell me. I really want to know," I say.

She gives me a really sad look, and looks like she's about to cry. She's looking straight into my eyes and opens her mouth to talk, but she stops and shuts it. She turns around towards the door. "I'm sorry Buttercup, But I just can't."

I sit there, wondering why she can't tell me something like 'your mother had superpowers and then they went missing or ran off.' tell me something that I already know.

When I left the lab this morning We all promised not to tell anybody that there are 3 more girls out there, that we would wait until something horrible approaches, that we wouldn't use our powers in front of anyone. But I guess I'm going to be the first person to break this promise.

"Aimee." I say to her before she's all the way out the door. She turns back around and looks at me, giving me puppy dog eyes so I don't ask her another question about my mother, but I just wanted to let her know that I already know everything.

I get up out of bed and I look at her. I lift my arms up and My feet come up off of the ground. I fly a little bit backward and I look at the plate of cookies. I shoot a lazer and toast the cookie burnt. Then I fly back down to the ground and smile, "I wanted you to tell me, but I already knew."

She nods a little bit, "You remind me so much of her," She says, her eyes tearing up and her face getting red. She hugs me. She hugs me like she's never hugged me before, and it makes me feel comfortable and warm inside. Just like my mom would hug me when I was little. I get a little weirded out thinking about the way my mother used to hug me. I never even thought I had a memory of her, and if I did, I never pictured the memory in my head. I smile a little bit, because for once I actually think and remember my mother. I wonder when she left, how old I was, If I ever seen her again in my life, passing me on the streets. Maybe If she watched me on my skateboard, or brushed by me when I was shopping in the store, or if she ever called the school to check up on me, or even sit outside in the school parking lot to make sure I was okay. I really wish I could've seen her when I was older, I hope that she misses me a lot. It's hard enough for me to miss her, when I've never even met her before in my life.

The rest of the week went really swell. I got through the day and got to visit the rest of my classes, Jessica, Cat, Penelope, and me all got A's on our lab because for once nobody got into a fight of spilled anything. And I actually feel like I have friends. On Friday Cat even drove me to school when I was going to be late. She's not even actually that bad. And Jessica got Some girl to stop bothering me. Which was good because now the girl won't even give me a dirty look my way anymore.

But on Saturday, that's when things started to get a little...out of control.