'Sugar, Spice, and Everything Nice. These were the ingredients chosen to create the perfect little girls. However, Professor Utonium accidentally added an extra Ingredients to the concoction- Chemical X. Thus, The Powerpuff Girls were born. Using their ultra-super powers; Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup have dedicated their lives to fighting crime and the forces of evil.'
My name is Blossom Utonium, I am fifteen years old. I have lived in the city of Townsville my entire life with my family. My family consists of Bubbles and Buttercup, my sisters, and Professor Jonathan Utonium, my creator. A couple of years ago, the Professor moved us to Pokey Oats South so that we could be closer to school while still being able to defend Townsville.
My sisters and I are not like everybody else, the three of us were born with superpowers. We were created with these powers on accident, the Professor was pushed by his lab monkey Jojo, causing the Chemical X to be spilled into the pot of ingredients. At first everybody was scared of us because of our powers, but they warmed up to us after we saved them from Mojo Jojo's evil monkey minions.
We have always fought with Mojo, ever since that fateful fight. I consider him to be my arch enemy. I will never forget that last fight that the three of us had with him. It didn't end well, in the end Buttercup was thrown into the ocean. She still hasn't been found. The war with Planet Fuse started after that fight. After sending down the first terrafusers to mark our world, we knew that we were in for a long battle.
It would be foolish of me to say that the invasion did not affect me, for me to pretend that fighting these monsters did not make every single cell in my body ache. However, I could never admit it to anybody. I am a hero, a beacon of hope for those who couldn't fight for ever hears heroes complain about how how much their back aches, or that they are just so sick of having to wake up at 5 every morning just to sit in front of a treehouse and tell others what to do. When you are a hero, you no longer have the right to complain.
This world that we live in is the same one that we are all putting our lives on the line for. The Earth is full of so many different people. All of these people come from different backgrounds and have different views. However, there is one thing that everybody knows and agrees on during the never-ending battle. The fact is, nighttime is the most peaceful blessing that we have ever received. Nighttime is when the people of Earth finally get a break from fighting off the invasion of Planet Fuse. For some reason, fusions become dormant and are rarely out. Nobody seems to know why, and very few complain about it. The war has been long, and the breaks are few and far in between.
After a year of fighting, most of us have given up almost any hopes of us ever driving back Fuse's forces. All of our efforts are being exhausted. Even with the help of Christopher Paris, the Project Future volunteer, we are still having trouble holding our own against Planet Fuse. However, there is one thing that we can hold on to. Using the information that Christopher had collected for us in the future, Dexter has been hard at work developing new weapons that have the potential to turn the tide for us.
Staring up at the ceiling, I let out a sigh. I can feel my back ache just thinking about having to stand around all day today. I know that I have it easy though, since I am in such a low level area. The war has taken its toll on us all. It's always the same story. Get up early, fight for our lives, and then go to sleep. Hardly any time for anything else. Sometimes I wish that I didn't have to worry about fighting every day. I hope that someday I will get a break from the new normal we have made for ourselves and be able to do what I want for a change.
I turn over in bed, looking over to the alarm clock on the nightstand. It's 4:45 in the morning, meaning I have another fifteen minutes to lay in bed and pretend that I don't have anything important to do. Sighing, I sit up in bed before looking over to my right. The light breathing tells me that my sister Bubbles is still sleeping, lucky her. I am thankful that Bubbles has retained her happy personality despite the circumstances. Like a light in the darkness, she smiles even when there isn't much to smile about. I smile and reach over to turn off the alarm clock, which now read 4:50. Bubbles doesn't have to get up until 6:30, and she should get all the sleep she can. It's going to be a long day.