The True story of the Powerpuff girls.

Finally(Buttercup P.O.V)

I know this might sound wierd, But I actually enjoy this whole having superpowers thing. Now because I'm stronger, not because  I can fly to school in 15seconds, not because I can cook things with my eyes, but because when I wen't back to school on monday, there was never one time where I felt, alone.

We all thought that this thing that happened to us would make everyone hate us, but everyone wants to be our friends. You don't know how good it feels to have someone compliment you on your hair and ask you to hang out when you havent talked to hardly anyone since the 3rd grade. It makes me feel, I dont know. Special.

I feel like maybe this whole thing was meant to be. I even have 2 best friends, that at the begining of they year, would never even look my way let alone hang out with me. And now we do everything together. We even flied to school this morning together, and ate lunch together at school. And when I got home, Aimee just looked at me and smiled. She didn't go to the football game that day, but she didn't have to since I told her everything about it, and she had already known about my superpowers, and she promised to stand by me. She told me that It wouldn't be easy, it was never easy for my mom to do the things she did. But that's because she didn't really have anybody to talk to, since everyone only wanted to be her friend because she had superpowers.

I know it's wrong to think that I only have friends because I have superpowers, but it's only because fate gave them to me. If I didn't have superpowers nobody would even have talked to me, besides maybe penelope. And I wouldn't have gotten to meet anybody. But just because I have superpowers doesn't mean that's the only reason I have friends. I could be a stuck up bitch with superpowers, A lot of people would talk to me, but none of them would want to be my friend. Because, who wants to be friends with a bitch?

No, the superpowers only gave me a spotlight, and It's me who made them like me. My foster mom was very proud that I thought of it that way, because, not even my mom could see that.

"That would've been perfect advice for her," Says Aimee.

"What do you mean?" I said to her.

A ding came from downstairs and an alarm went off, "Shit the chicken!" says Aimee, and she ran downstairs. "Later, dear!" she said rushing out the door.

"Wait! Mom!," I said. She froze there for a second. And I could feel it too, the comfort that flooded the room. She looked at me, with her eyes big. I had finally called her mom.  She nodded her head, with a dumbfounded look, her mouth a little bit open.

"Call me buttercup, That's my superhero name." I said to her. She smiled the biggest smile ever and stood there for a minute. Then I cleared my throat, she made a noise like ohmigod than charged out the door and down the stairs to the kitchen, where, I assumed our dinner was burnt to a crisp.

Which means I guess we are having pizza tonight.