Cartoon Fangirl

Kyman - My Life Would Suck Without You

"Yeah. You'd better believe it" Princess grumbled, taking another drag on her cigarette. Buttercup and Mitch stared, stunned. She regarded them, face remaining uninterested. Instead of bunches, her curly red hair was stylised into one ponytail, eyes darkened with a combination of black eye shadow, eye liner and mascara. She wore expensive looking thigh high black boots, black leggings and a black velvet jacket over a golden yellow t-shirt. "People suck because society sucks" she continued, shrugging her shoulders.

"I haven't seen your ugly face for years! Are you here to cause trouble?!" Buttercup exclaimed, beginning to square up to her. Princess looked away, smirking slightly before exhaling her cigarette smoke.

"Ya well. I wasted so much time trying to get you guys to notice me and be a PowerPuff Girl. I stopped bothering when I realised how pointless and stupid it was" she hissed back, rolling her eyes. "I got sent away by my dumbass dad. Tried to rehabilitate me by sticking me in a private school for girls." She emphasised 'girls' with a mocking sneer. "Before I got kicked out. Set the place alight." She sniggered at Buttercup's stern face.

"And now you're here instead." Buttercup premptively finished her story. Princess laughed even harder.

"Still the genius of the group huh?" She mocked, tossing her cigarette to the floor and stamping it out. Buttercup glared. "You guys don't need to worry about me. I'll be gone before you know it. I don't need to beg for friends anymore anyway, I can handle crap on my own. Later". She flashed an insincere smile at Buttercup before returning to being expressionless and walking past them down the corridor. Buttercup couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt and resonate a little with what she'd said, but still didn't trust her.

"WOAH. Dude, she's changed!" Mitch exclaimed, raising his eyebrows and sounding impressed. Buttercup's chest tightened.

Bubbles and Blossom pushed each other, vying for a space in front of their bathroom mirror. Watching them in bored disdain, Buttercup leaned against the door frame, arms crossed and gently floating. She rolled her eyes as Blossom brushed and rebrushed her hair and Bubbles pulled faces, attempting to apply make-up.

"UGHH will you guys just hurry up already? We're gonna be late" Buttercup said through gritted teeth.

"Since when are you so keen to get to school?" Blossom shot back, half laughing.

"Yeah, just because you wanna look gloomy at school doesn't mean WE don't wanna look pretty!" Bubbles retorted, both girls now giggling.

Buttercup frowned, eyes narrowing. She had always been the "tomboy" but she couldn't be more different than her sisters now. They had taken to wearing matching vest tops and skirts, and often wore stylish pumps, all colour co-ordinated in various shades of blue and pink. Blossom had taken to school politics and extra curricular activities alongside her studies, which of course had become a popularity drive. Bubbles had gotten involved with the more glamourous girls and arts. Both were becoming more interested in boys - sickeningly enough to her, particularly Boomer and Brick.

Buttercup on the other hand opted to wear t-shirts with darker shades of green, a long sleeved, black studded jacket, black jeans and black leather boots. She darkened her eyes with dark grey eye shadow, had no interest in the in crowd, and preferred to be more of a loner at school, and preferred hanging out with guys anyway. She had even given up her interest in sport.

Sure, her sisters tried to incorporate her like old times. But now it just felt forced and somewhat insincere. They still fought crime together, but even their fighting styles seemed further apart to hers. She found her giggly "perfect little girl" sisters more irritating than anything else. Before long the sound of the Professor's voice could be heard calling from downstairs.

"Girls, you're going to be late for school!" The tone suggested that he too was running out of patience.

"Ready!" Bubbles and Blossom chirped before speeding off out of the bathroom and out of the window, leaving sky blue and pink streaks in their wake. There was a pause.

"You too, Buttercup!"

"Ugh, ALRIGHT!" she yelled back down before picking up her shoulder bag and zoomed off after her sisters. She soon caught up to them but kept to herself while her sisters laughed and giggled all the way there.

They arrived just as the bell was ringing. Bubbles and Blossom flew straight to class, books held tightly against their chests. Buttercup instead went to her locker, punched it open and flung her shoulder bag inside, picking up the bare minimum she would need for the morning. She could hear hushed voices nearby so she turned her head to her right, only to see the RowdyRuffs huddled by a locker nearby, graffitiing it.

"What the hell do ya think you dorks are doing?" She yelled, waving her fist at them. The boys looked over silently. They laughed in response, throwing the can on the ground, but walked away. By now they seemed more interested in winding her up than fighting. Butch briefly looked back, no longer laughing as he followed his brothers, his gaze meeting Buttercup's seething green eyes. He quickly turned away and kept walking.

"What's up, Buttercup!" Mitch called from behind her, lifting his fist for her to bump. She did so without really looking.

"'Sup Mitch" she murmered nonchelently, beginning to levitate towards the classroom.

"What the hell was that all about? Ya coulda beat those turds up!" He cackled, walking alongside her.

"Not worth it and they know it." She answered, almost monotone. "Why does everyone suck so bad, Mitch?" She sighed, exasperated.

"That's easy" she heard a voice come from behind them. Surprised, they both stopped and turned to face the mysterious speaker.

Arms folded and looking down at her feet, the speaker took a drag of a cigarette and exhaled before looking up at them. Buttercup knew her face from years before, but the rest of her was almost unrecognisable.