I do not own Kim Possible.
Silence is golden.
It was a pleasantly cool Monday morning and Ronald Eugene Stoppable rolled over in his bed and turned the alarm clock off. Making his way to to his bathroom, he quickly showered and then proceeded to get ready for his first day at his new school. Bouncing down the stairs in his best imitation of a Clydesdale horse, he heard his mother yelling from the kitchen.
"Ronald!! Quite jumping down the stairs." Mary Stoppable yelled exasperatedly. "Come on in and eat your breakfast." She continued in a quieter manner with a small grin at her son's antics. "So. Are you sure you're ready for your new school?"
"Yeah Mom." Ron signed with an rueful look on his face.
"You sure you don't want me to come with you?" She asked with a look of concern.
"No mom." He continued with a smirk as he sat down to eat. "I'm a big boy now, and I think I can manage on my own this time. After all, this is high school now and I don't think I need any handholding this time."
"I know Ronnie. I just want to make sure you're all right." She said with a worried look.
Putting down his fork, he looked at her and replied. "I know mom, but I've got to start doing things for myself now. Ever since Dad died you've been keeping me safe and I appreciate that. When the bullies were picking on me you signed me up for those self defense courses. When the nightmares kept me up, you held me and made sure I was safe. You put a lot of your life on hold for me to make sure I got through all those troubled times, and if I haven' said it enough; I love you. Now it's my turn to stand on my own, and with a little support from you I think I'll be just fine."
"I know son. I just worry is all. It's in the mothers handbook I believe." She started with a teary smile, "I know your father would be so proud of how you turned out, and I am too." This said she grabbed her son and gave him a warm heartfelt hug.
Sitting back down with a waffy feeling he quickly finished his breakfast. After helping his Mom clear the table, he grabbed his backpack and checking that he had his flashcards, school schedule and notebooks made his way out the door. Walking down the street, he reflected on his life a little since the accident that took his Dad's life and changed his. The night time drive home. The drunk driver that had run a stop sign and T-boned the drivers side killing his dad. The twisted metal that pinned him to the seat for hours while the rescue team worked to free him. Looking up in the sunlit sky he pondered his mothers words.
'I hope he is proud of me.' he thought to himself. Reflecting on this, he mentally looked himself over. 5' 8" tall, 165 pounds. The white sneakers, tan slacks and a black turtleneck sweater completed his ensemble for the day. No flab, muscular without being a beefcake. Lithe would be how he thought of himself. Not super smart but with a B average he was intelligent. Blond hair, brown eyes andfreckles, he considered himself boyishly good looking but not in a vain way. Lost in his thoughts, he soon found himself in front of his new school. Looking around he could see the new students as well as the returning ones. Some of the new ones were like him, looking around with a kinda lost expression and not sure whether to go in or not. The others had already started to join in with their cliques. The Jocks, the Nerds, the popular and the unpopular. Even the loners were together without making it look so. Oh well that was school life.
Hearing the first bell ring, he made his way with the masses into the school. Fishing his schedule out of his pack, he looked for his class for homeroom.
'Room 103.' He thought to himself as he looked at the numbers above the doors while he ambled down he hallway. 'Ah! here we are.'
Making his way into the room, he quickly spied a seat in the back corner. He took a seat in the 2nd to last row at the back end. Looking around he noticed there was no seat to his right, which was cool with him as he had an unobstructed view out the window. Hearing the second bell, he watched as the rest of the last of the students made their way in and took a seat. Looking into his backpack he pulled out his notebook to write down anything of importance. As he was doing this, he heard a soft whirring noise next to him. Looking to his right he saw a kid pull in to the empty spot with a wheelchair. Watching the young man next to him, he was awed as the wheelchair suddenly sprouted arms and a desktop.
Watching the kid work a pair of joysticks the arms reached behind and into the backpack hanging there. Pulling out a notebook and pen they quickly set them on the desktop. The arms then retracted into the chair with a quiet hiss. Noticing Ron looking at him, the kid grinned.
"Pretty cool, huh? By the way my name's Felix, Felix Renton." The new kid said.
Ron was nodding his head up and down woodenly with a dazed look on his face, still looking at where the arms retracted to.
"So what's your na..." Felix started out before being interrupted by a deep baritone voice of authority.
"ALL RIGHT PEOPLE!! Listen up. My name is Mr. Barkin and I would like to welcome the new students to Middleton High." He started out with an extreme military bearing. "I'm going to start out by taking roll then I'll let you know a few rules of the school."
"Alverez!." Barkin started.
"Here." came the reply.
"Connely!" he continued.
"Present." replied a feminine voice.
Barkin continued calling out the names in a crisp military manner. The rest of the class was waching the big man with a little fear and not engaging in any behavior that would turn his attention their way.
"Renton!" Barkin called out.
"Here, sir." Felix called out.
"Rockwaller!" came the next name.
"Here." came a bored voice next to Ron. Looking to his left, Ron saw a very pretty girl with short brown hair. Noticing him looking, she looked back at him with a bored look. "What are you looking at?" she asked wih a look that said she was better than him.
With a slight blush, Ron quickly looked away and settled his eyes up front.
"Stoppable!" came he voice Ron had been slightly dreading.
Raising his hand, Ron waited for Barkin to notice or...
"STOPPABLE!" Came the big man's voice with a slight hint of irritation.
A small sharp whistle came from Ron as he waved his hand. At the whistle everyone turned and looked at Ron with a shocked expression. Then everyone turned to look at what Mr. Barkin was going to do to the young audacious man. Shock was replaced with an incredulous expression at Barkin's next words.
"So your new here. I've been briefed about your situation, so if you need something just raise your hand and let out a quiet whistle. Understood?" Barkin said.
Ron nodded his head while his face was turning red from the attention. Barkin finished up roll and went on to explain about a few of the schools rules, such as fighting and PDA as well as the punishments for the aforementioned infractions. While he was explaining and writing on the blackboard, heads were swiveling and casting curious glances at Ron making him even more self-conscious. When he returned a few of the stares most would quickly look away, as if trying not to be noticed with their obvious glances of curiosity. Out of all those looking at him, only three did not turn away. Felix, the Rockwaller girl, and a girl named Strong who was seated in front of him.
Felix's look was of amazed curiosity, while Rockwaller's was one of, not contempt but something along that line. He noticed the Strong girl giving him a look with a sunny smile attached to it. This had the effect of Ron giving her a shy smile and a bashful blush. This in turn caused her to titter and giggle while she blushed and turned around to face front.
"Looks like you got an admirer. She's cute too." Felix said as he poked Ron in the side. "So. What's up with the whistling thing and Barkin letting you slide like that?"
As Ron started to get ready to answer, he was once again interrupted by Mr. Barkin.
"STOPPABLE! Since we have a few minutes before the bell to first period, do you want to introduce your self to the class as a group? Or would you rather do it individually?" Barkin asked with a touch of concern. "They'll find out about you sooner or later, so now might be a good time. It might also save you some awkward situations."
Realising the big man might be right, he slowly got up from his desk and made his way to the front of the class. Reaching the blackboard, he picked up a piece of chalk and began to write.
"Hi everyone. My name is Ron Stoppable, and due to a car wreck, I lost my ability to talk. In other words I am mute."