Disclaimer: I only own my villainesses and Shego's parents, because apparently Disney didn't deem it necessary to give Shego parents in the series.
In my opinion, there's always going to be heroes. Before Kim Possible, there was us. Before us, there was Team Impossible. Before Team Impossible, there was someone else. Circle of Life theory.
A lot of people don't know this, but me and my brothers were once the greatest super heroes in the world. The reason why few know of us is because Hego, the twins, and I had all agreed it would be easier to be out of the public eye and fight villains as privately as we could. In Go City, though, we became big shots, practically gods. But very few that are born in Go City leave Go City. It's a curse.
My brothers adored the attention. I hated it. It brought me nothing but misery. People don't realize how much crap us heroes have to deal with, between villains and publicity and just wanting to live our lives. What sucks about being a god is no one expects you to fall. You can never make mistakes because your enemies will turn them against you. Even our supposed "perfection" was turned against us last year. Lives were lost and I feel guilty for not being about to save them.
Knowing what I know now; the social awkwardness, the inner conflict of being "perfect", the demand on your time and strength, would I do it again? Heck yes. That crap they threw at me only made me stronger, even though I couldn't see it at the time. It shaped me into the woman I am today. Plus, it was fun, I'll give super-heroism that much. That's probably why my brothers were so shocked when I left; we were having a ball screwing around, blaming why we were late for dinner on being captured by an arch-nemisis or skipping school because GJ needed us or "accidentally" shooting a death ray to see what would happen. I think Hego sort of understood.
Life's like a concert; there are slow songs where you just sit still and listen to the words and try to learn what you can from the lyrics. But most of the concert is loud blasts of guitars and drums and screaming and bright lights. Not everyone jumps around and dances, but hopefully you feel the joy coursing through your veins and smile knowingly with whoever you came with. What really matters is how you go home. Do you stumble around singing the upbeat songs drunk off life thinking to yourself "that was absolutely the greatest ride ever"? Or do you drag your feet, muttering about how you're half-deaf and only thinking about the sad songs?
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"...and now our secretary will read the minutes," I jerked out of my half sleep and straightened.
"You know, I really hate it when you call me that," I said. Hego grinned.
"I know you do."
FYI to the world, Hego is not the Boy Scout he portrays whenever there's company around. He can be a major pain in the rear if he wants to, but his sense of right and wrong usually stops him from being more. Usually. I look down at my doodle-covered sheet outlining our last meeting.
"Minute one: meeting opened."
"I don't think that's how you do minutes. I think you do the actual times of the events."
"Don't tell me how to do my job unless you want to do it. You want to be the supreme notetaker, Hego?"
"It's not supreme notetaker, it's secretary, but anyways, proceed," I cleared my throat dramatically.
"Minute two: Supreme notetaker reads last meeting's outline. Minute four: Discuss latest villain exploits, how we dealt with the situation, what a better way to deal with the situation would be, and a lot of other stuff Hego rambled on about while the twins played finger football and Mego critiqued my doodles."
"All I'm saying is I draw better doodles than you."
"They're doodles, Mego, not works of art. They're supposed to be bad yet cutesy. Minute Thirty-Six: Hego brings up the fact we don't have a team motto. Minute Thirty-Seven: The arguement begins. Minute One-Hundred-Seventy-Two: Team motto is agreed on."
"We never agreed on a team motto," Wego 1 objected.
"Me and Shego did," Mego and I smiled. You know, once you get past Mego's selfishness, he's actually a pretty cool brother. But maybe I'm only saying this because he isn't Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes; he's not afraid to bend the rules like my other brothers. Hego sighed.
""Life sucks, then you die" is, for the last time, not a superhero team motto."
"I got more votes than you did for your stupid "go-operation" thing," I pointed out.
"I don't even get that," Wego 2 stated.
"It's a play off of co-operation, but since we're Gos..." I trailed off.
"I thought it was like an operation, you know, like a military plan," Wego 1 said.
"Then it would be Operation: Go, dingbat," Mego rolled his eyes.
"Let's focus," I said. Sometimes I wondered if they all had ADD.
"Yes, today is a momentous occasion. Shego is turning sixteen today," I arched my eyebrow at Hego.
"You remembered?"
"Of course," he scoffed.
"He looked at your calender," Wego 1 sold him out.
"That makes sense. Now that you all know today's my birthday, I want to say I'm going for my license today. Don't...screw...this...up," I said clearly so they could understand. They nodded, but I knew they'd find some way to screw this up.
We went downstairs and saw Mom had already left for work. Dad was in jail, as usual. It's sad how that was so normal to me. I swung my backpack on and headed downstairs.
"Get off to school on time, ya hear?" I called to the twins.
"We will," they said in unison. Mego and Hego went to the elevator with me. Yeah, our house is actually a hotel converted into a major business corporation remodeled into a supervillain layer. There is nothing more awkward than your parents being supervillains when you are a hero.
Good thing they aren't our supervillains or else we'd be grounded all the time.
We went to the garage. Hego and Mego got out their bikes. I jumped onto Hego's pegs.
"Get your own ride!" He yelled.
"You broke my bike, remember? Snapped the chain trying to see how fast a bike with superstrength could go?"
"Fine, whatever. Just don't distract me," I rolled my eyes. I'd like to pull that card out when I got my license.
Yeah, we don't ride the bus. The school buses are for perverts (trust me, especially in the back). Plus, riding a bike is more healthy and not as slow as walking. We know our way around Go City pretty dang well.
Hego turned off into the Go City High School's parking lot. Mego went on to the middle school, which was only a few blocks farther. Our high school has about 1,500 students, so the place is swarming even though it's still ten minutes before first bell. But, of course, a red convertible is waiting for me, stalling the traffic. Like she cared.
"I don't wanna get hit," Hego muttered.
"I understand," I get off Hego's pegs and he goes to the bike rack. I stared down the red convertible. There was no way I could into school without passing her. She revved the engine. I narrowed my eyes. I dashed across the parking lot, but no matter how fast I run, she always hits me. I hit the gravel, hard, but it was only my pride that was seriously injured. I got up and brushed myself off.
"Retard!" Tigress yelled, laughing as she drove away. Every. Single. Day. Well, since she got her license. And, of course, Mischief had been a witness.
"I give her a 5. Her speed was good, but her impact was atrocious," Mischief said in Simon Cowell's voice. She has a knack for voices, as in she doesn't have her own so she uses everyone else's. She had a short purple bob and hazel eyes.
"Missy, leave her alone," War Hawk said. She had black medium length hair and lavender eyes.
"She can't help being slow," Metaphor teased. Metaphor's actual look were snake-like scales and steel grey hair, but at school she morphed into Eve Dawn, a petite brunette.
"Where's Golden Arrow?" I asked.
"Still in juvie," War Hawk said.
"You're kidding me? Tigress got out but didn't bust Golden Arrow out?" They were both assistants to Miss Mistress, an older villainess.
"You know how selfish she is," Metaphor said.
I hang out with villainesses, then and now. They're just funner to be with, between the sarcastic banter and the sudden impulses to bend (or break) the rules. It's just really inconvienent because you never know who's going to be at school because of jail time. We go to my locker to pick up my science textbook.
"Why does Tigress love to torment me?" I asked, pulling a dead fish out of my locker, "This isn't even funny, it's just gross."
"You're fun to torment," Mischief commented, sounding like Tigress. I glared at her.
"Well, you are. If you wouldn't get ticked off all the time, maybe she wouldn't try to get your goat," Metaphor said. I saw Tigress out of the corner of my eyes.
"Don't do it; you'll regret it," War Hawk read my mind. However, the fish was halfway airborne as she said this. It smacked Tigress in the face, "She torments you because you go and do stupid, spiteful things like that!" War Hawk said exasperantly.
"Spiteful, maybe. Stupid? Nah," I said just before Tigress tackled me. Which is like being sacked by a freight train.
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I walked into first period, scratches on my face and bruises everywhere else. Of course, this doesn't escape Dr. Lipsky's perceptive eyes.
"Did you get in a fight with your cat?" He smirked. I glared at him. I guess he's cool, for a science teacher anyway, but he can be annoying at times like these. He's got this stupid half mullet, half guy ponytail and a unibrow that looks like a caterpillar.
"Nah, Tigress," I didn't feel like getting into it with him today. It was one thing fighting in a lair, a way different thing to fight at school, even though the defeat is just as painful. I sank into my desk in the back of the room. He seemed like he was in a pick-on-Shego mood. Scratch that; maybe it was just a pick-on-Shego day. Scratch scratch that; maybe it was just a poor-me day.
The rest of the day dragged by, as though even the clock was against me. Finally, the final bell rang and I darted out of class. Mischief's purple Tracker was waiting. I Dukes-of-Hazzard slide across the hood (surprisingly, it worked for once) and got in the passenger's seat.
"Rite-of-passage time," Mischief said like Batman, grinning as widely as I was.
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Wow, okay, this is definetely not my best writing. Whether it was because I wanted to introduce all the characters or I just wanted to rush past the boringness, I can't tell. Please review; it will get better.