Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible or anything in this story. Now I'm sad.

I'm new at this so please be kind.

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At the Possible residents Kim, Ron, Bonnie, and Monique were getting ready for their road trip to college, which began at midnight. They plan to say their goodbye's to there family's around dinner time and go to sleep at Kim's at 9:00 p.m. then get up at 12:00 a.m. and drive all night until they got to the college. It had been a whole year since the four of them graduated from Middleton high and they had all changed. Kim and Ron had finally come to term's that they were never meant to be, but they had ended it on a good term's and kept their friend ship instead. Bonnie had changed a lot in the past year, she too parted ways with Jr. and became nicer to Kim and her friends and soon found her company better then she would have ever thought. As for Monique she too was changing and found herself more interested in business and fashion, but a small part her had began to look at her dear friend Kim in a different way, but she just ignore as her fashion of clothing was getting better. The four of them were doing a last minute run though of all their supplies.

"Mini fridge?" asked Kim

"Check." Replied Ron.

"Bathroom towels?" Kim asked again

"Check" answered Monique.

"Good. Now the microwave?"

Bonnie looked around quick and said "No microwave here Kim"

"What! Are you sure it's not here?"

"I'm sure it's not here I've checked and it's not here."

Kim sighed before screaming out "Tweebs!" Before anyone could stop her Kim was gone in hunt of her little brother's. Her three friends looked on and knew they had to help her and they too were gone for the room.

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The suburban had been made in the late 80's and its glory days were long gone, but it was built to last and probably would last another life time, if the two young men inside hadn't load it like it was a heavy truck. That was the reason why they had a flat tire and on the side of the road trying to find the spare.

The driver was lived "where is that stupid tire!"

His amigo was screaming "Why did we bring that stupid refrigerator?"

"Well cause I don't want to share. Sharing is a real problem".

"Yea and the C.I.A. just did a Cracker Jack job in Iraq and Wall Street was so… ah just forget it. Let's just find the tire before we get killed out here."

After looking though the old SUV for another 15 minutes they found the tire and were soon on their way to their motel for the night. The two of them had been friends since middle school and were friends to the end, even though at times they wanted to kill each other.

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To anyone who ever said 'trucks are big and slow' they are only half right. It was around 3:00 a.m. in the morning as the black Peterbilt 379 hit its jake-brake to take the turn. The 23 year old driver smiled as he heard the brbrbrbrbrbbr of the jake-brake, it was music to his ears. As soon as the semi came out of the turn the driver took a look at his clock, which read 3:45 a.m., and hit the gas and let his engine wine before he shifted in to ninth gear which was followed by two pillars of black smoke coming out of the stacks. The driver took a look over his left shoulder knowing that no one would be there; it was some thing he gotten after the accident, but that didn't matter now. Inside the trucks cab Dave Dudley's Six days On the Road was playing.

'It was nice to hear an old trucking song every now and then' the driver thought.