Now That I Can Fly...
Summary:
Alison Lockhart and Kim Possible have one thing in common. They both used to have better lives than the present. When these two encounter each other one rainy day after Alison is kicked out of her house by her stepmother, Kim takes her in. Soon, Alison learns that Kim is a white witch, or, a good witch. When Alison's stepmother comes over to Kim's cabin to take Alison back to the Lockhart Mansion, Alison has no choice. But when a black witch visits Kim unexpectedly, Kim's shrunk! Now, Alison's the only one who can reverse the spell! Can Kim teach Alison how to become a white witch in time?
Author's Note:
Hey, guys! CelestialTime93 here and I'm back! This story is inspired by "Magical Doremi," but the only identical things in this story with "Magical Doremi" is that it involves witches. Anyway, here's Chapter One: Breakaway, featuring Kelly Clarkson's "Breakaway" from "The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement" soundtrack. Until Chapter Two: Complicated, see ya! Thechapter will feature Avril Lavigne's "Complicated.";-) Please read and review! ;-)
-CelestialTime93
Chapter One: Breakaway
A four year old red head climbed onto the windowsill of her home and stared outside, where the streets of Middleton came into view. It was raining. Pouring rain fell from the sky like a sprinkling faucet of a sink left on. The window of the suburb was stained of dewdrops from the rain and tinted white with the cold fog that the dewdrops gave off onto the window. The wind would occasionally blow the raindrops towards the house's window, and stain it with dewdrops. Middleton was a pretty small city, compared to Upperton and Lowerton.
Grew up in a small town
And when the rain would fall down
I'd just stare out my window
Dreamin' of what could be
And if I'd end up happy
I would pray
A few years later, the four year old toddler was now a 9 year old girl in Elementary School. She stared out her window again, just as she did five years ago. It was pouring rain, and dewdrops stained the window.
Meanwhile, in Upperton, a new child was born in the Lockhart Mansion. Zoey and Wilson Lockhart had just had a newborn girl. Zoey named her Alison.
The 9 year old girl placed her hand on the tinted window of her suburb, as the window left behind a handprint.
Trying hard to reach out
But when I tried to speak out
Felt like no one could hear me
Wanted to belong here
But something felt so wrong here
So I'd pray
I could breakaway
16 years later, Alison was now a teenager, and the 9 year old girl was a 25 year old beautiful woman.
Kim Possible stared out of her small cabin's window. It was pouring rain outside of Upperton. The window was tinted winter white and stained with dewdrops. She placed her hand on the tinted window, leaving behind a handprint.
Kim walked over to her small bed, it's frame made of oak and her mattress and pillows with handmade covers stuffed with collected feathers as a child. She kneeled down beside it, and prayed for her horrid life to be over, and for her wonderful childhood to return.
Meanwhile, at the end of the city of Upperton, was the Lochart Mansion. There was also a girl, praying for her life to be normal and happy again.
Ever since Alison lost her mother in a car accident when she was 15, she lived a horrid life. No more white witch dolls, no more stories of Salem's Witches, and no more bedtime witch stories before bed from her mother's wonderful imagination. Alison wished she wrote them all down in a diary, incase this had ever happened.
Alison always wished she could fly with wings like her fairy dolls, or with a broomstick like her witch dolls. Her father, Wilson, always tried to get her mind off of the fairy tales that Zoey made up, but she got so used to them, it was never easy to let go. She didn't care if her father hated Zoey's stories. She liked them, and that was all that mattered.
Alison climbed out of her room window, and climbed onto the giant oak tree by her room. She instantly got soaked from the pouring rain. Not that she minded. She felt free when she was wet or high up.
I'll spread my wings
And I'll learn how to fly
I'll do what it takes
'Til I touch the sky
Gotta make a wish
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway
Kim sweeped the cabin's wooden floor with her wooden broomstick. At least, it was her cleaning one. She never cleaned the cabin with her flying broomstick. Definatly not. Her black cat, Mimi, was sleeping infront of the fireplace.
Out of the darkness
And into the sun
But I won't forget all the ones that I loved
I gotta take a risk
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway
Alison unraveled her wet, dirty blonde hair from it's ponytail style. Her crystal blue eyes sparkled from the light of her room. Her blue track suit and white t-shirt were soaking wet from the pouring rain and the large dewdrops from the tree's giant leaves and branches. A warm, humid, and clammy breeze swept past Alison's smooth skin, as goosebumps formed on her arms. She smiled and sighed.
Wanna feel the warm breeze
Sleepin' over palm trees
Feel the rush of the ocean
Get on board a fast train
Travel on a jet plane
Far away
And breakaway
"Alison Beatrice Lockhart, get out of the filthy rain now!"
Alison groaned. That was her stepmother to be, Bonnie Rockwaller. Wilson asked Bonnie to marry him. When Alison heard the news, she was furious, and was angry at him since.
Bonnie was nothing like Zoey. Zoey was fun, and always told stories about witches and fairies that she met as a little girl, and how Alison could meet a witch or a fairy someday, too. Alison was most interested in white witches. Just like Zoey.
Zoey would always make a handmade witch or fairy doll for her birthday. Each one was as unique as two unidentical fingerprints. Other times, special occasions or not, Zoey would ask her friend at the Upperton Fairytale Doll Shop to make a few dolls for her. Zoey and Alison were always their favourite customer. Alison's wall shelf were stuffed with stuffies and dolls of fairies and witches. None of the dolls had any faces.
There was one doll in the collection, that was completedly different from the others. This witch wore a long, white, cone-shaped hat, with ribbons flowing from the tip. She wore a flowing white haulter style gown, and white knee-high boots. She held a broomstick in one hand and a strange wand with glowing lights inside it with her other hand. She was also the only doll with a face. She had long, auburn red hair, olive green eyes, and dainty features. She looked beautiful. Alison named her Kim, because she looked so much like Kim Possible. She was her favourite doll. It was also given to Alison on her 15th birthday. Zoey was on her way home from the Upperton Fairytale Doll Shop, until she was in a car accident. The doll was the only thing that wasn't damaged inside the wrecked box. That was also another reason why Alison called the doll Kim. It was the only thing that survived the car crash. It was a miracle.
I'll spread my wings
And I'll learn how to fly
I'll do what it takes
'Til I touch the sky
Gotta make a wish
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway
Alison groaned, and climbed back into her room, where her father's fiance sat in Zoey's old rocking chair.
Alison finally lost it. "Get off of the chair!"
"It's just a chair, Alison." Bonnie shrugged.
"Get... off... of... the... chair!" Alison growled, "Now!"
"Why should you tell me what to do?" Bonnie snapped.
"Get off! Now!" Alison screamed.
Bonnie got scared, and ran out of the room.
Alison rushed to her shelf collection and took Kim off of the shelf, and rushed to the rocking chair. She wept there.
"Stupid Bonnie..." Alison muttered through her tears, "She knew that it would bug me. She just knew!"
Meanwhile, Kim was done cleaning her old cabin. Mimi had finally awoken, and joined Kim on the bed.
"Sometimes I wish I was back in Middleton, Mimi." Kim said, petting Mimi.
"Meow..." Mimi mewed.
"You're a mind reader." Kim smiled. Part of her special abilities, were the ability to talk to cats. Or, at least understand them.
Kim frowned. She missed her friends in Middleton. And she missed her boyfriend, who was stuck as a Home Economics teacher at Lowerton Community College. That was also the college he went to.
As for Kim, she completed four semesters of Upperton University of Anthropology, and moved out of her old Middleton Suburb, where she lived with her family for all of her childhood. Unfourtunatly, there weren't much jobs left in Upperton, and she didn't have much money to afford a real home. So, while she was building the cabin in the forest, she stayed at a camp, and used her remaining money to buy food that she didn't have to cook. Now, she had a backyard farmyard, where she grew fruit and vegitables, after discovering that she was a white witch. Not that anybody else knew. It was her own little secret. But little did she know, that someone at the doll shop, saw her flying in the sky one day, and created a doll for a certain girl at the Lockhart Mansion on her 15th birthday.
Out of the darkness
And into the sun
But I won't forget all the ones that I loved
I gotta take a risk
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway
"Alison, what have I told you about behaving well?" Wilson scolded as Alison walked down the stairs. Bonnie was holding onto his arm.
Alison was hurting just looking at them. She rushed downstairs, and down the second stairs. The Lockhart Mansion was so large, it had over one hundred floors and a ton of revolving doors she passed through. She never learned to memorize all of them. She sped through each one she came across, not knowing where each one will lead her. As long as it was away from Wilson and Bonnie.
Buildings with a hundred floors
Swinging on revolving doors
Maybe I don't know where they'll take me
But gotta keep movin' on
Movin' on
Fly away
Breakaway
Kim stepped out into the rain with her broomstick. She mounted on it, and flew into the sky. Just as she did, the rain stopped, and the sun shone brightly. Kim tied the ribbons of her cone-shaped hat under her chin, to prevent it from falling off. She wore a flowing white haulter style dress and white knee-high boots. She made a wand made of hollow crystal from thin air. The wand held balls of different coloured lights that shimmered, alighned in a row. The tip of the wand was a Jade Crystal in the shape of a roughly cut star, on a Jade Crystal mount that was connected to the tip of the wand and the star. The Jade Crystal glowed brightly.
I'll spread my wings
And I'll learn how to fly
Though it's not easy to tell you goodbye
I gotta take a risk
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway
Alison ran over to the ceiling high window that was across the room that she had just entered. It was bare and empty. The only light was through the ceiling high window. The sunlight streamed through.
Once Alison got into the light of the window, Alison slowed down her running to a steady walk towards the window. The room was hot and clammy, as if the window was never opened.
Alison grabbed the dusty bronze handles and opened it wide, as a magical wind blew into the room. It was soothing and cool. She looked up into the cloudless sky, as she saw a figure, flying on a stick with a brustled end, holding up a crystal wand, filled with balls of light of numerous colours. The tip of the wand was made of Jade Crystal, and was in the shape of a mounted star. She seemed to be wearing a cone-shaped hat with flowing ribbons of silk at the tip of her hat that wavered in the wind, and a flowing dress, which also wavered in the wind. Alison looked down at her doll, and compared it with the sillouhette. She gasped. They were identical! Witches do exist!
Out of the darkness
And into the sun
But I won't forget the place I come from
I gotta take a risk
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway
Breakaway
Breakaway
Alison gazed up into the sky, and stared at the sillouhette in the sky against the sun, as the wand left a trail of magic, making the wind blow and make the rainy day into a beautiful sunny spring. Alison never thought that she would see a white witch in her whole life. She will never forget this, for sure.
But, a much more amazing adventure awaited her...
