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Chapter 2: Dealing

Let me paint a picture for you: Have you ever felt, at least once, that everyone around you was staring at you as you were walking (or in my case rolling) down the halls of your school?

That's how I felt when Ron rolled me inside the school. I felt like a huge science experiment everyone was observing. I felt angry with every passing roll. Those hypercritical smiles my classmates would give me as they saw me pass by. It made me sick. I didn't need anyone's sympathy or pity for that matter. I tried to hide the fact I was mad with my fake smile, which I've been doing a lot of lately, and said simple greetings to those who greeted me.

We continued to roll down the hallways heading towards my locker. We reached it in no time as Ron rolled me right in front of it.

"Here ya go KP," Ron said.

"Thanks Ron."

I was about to open my locker when I realized something. Sitting down on the stupid wheelchair, I wouldn't be able to open it. Another thing added to the list of why I hate my current sitch. I sighed and was about to try to stand up when Ron's hands quickly stopped me. He kissed the top of my head as he gently nudged me back down and said: "It's okay Kim. I got this."

I grunted as Ron opened my locker. He got this? What's that supposed to mean? That I'm some helpless girl who needs everything done for her?! I know I'm a wheelchair but I can still do things on my own! I could see my classmates staring at Ron and I as they walked passed us. I knew I shouldn't have come back….

Ron handed me my textbooks and closed the locker. He had the brightest smile on his face which, in all honestly, made me genuinely smile. He was so optimistic about this sitch and he never missed an opportunity to tell me so, even if I wouldn't respond in that same nature. I wished I shared the same ideology but it's just so hard.

Think about it like this: its Christmas morning and you are about to open your presents. You have high hopes that under that tree you'll get that toy you've been itching the past few weeks for. You open all your gifts and not one of them is the toy you wanted. Instead of being happy for your other gifts you become sad. You become sad because the one thing you truly wanted for Christmas wasn't under the tree. That's how I feel. I don't want to get my hopes up of being able to walk even though everyone around me is telling me otherwise. I might as well face reality instead of being that kid on Christmas morning sad they didn't get the one gift they truly wanted.

Ron kissed me softly on the lips. I kissed him back. I smiled my genuine smile at him as our lips parted.

"What was that for?" I asked, still having my smile.

Ron shrugged with a grin, "Just because you're here."

I raised my eyebrow. I waited for him to finish.

"What its' true!" Ron affirmed. "You're here and I can kiss you as much as I want! When Ron Stoppable sees an opportunity he'll take it. You know how hard it was not being able to kiss you like that at your place? Your Dad was watching me like a hawk!"

I laughed knowing all too well how my dad was when Ron was around. No matter if I never walk again I know Ron will always be there for me …or at least I hope he will.

"Finally some laughter, not force laughter minds you but legit laughter" Ron teased. He started to roll me down the halls once more.

"Hey," I argued. "I have so laughed the past weeks."

"Doesn't matter" Ron chuckled. "All I'm saying is that I've missed that laughed. You've been so…distant lately. Ever since the accident you haven't been showing any emotions other than the ones that'll win you an Oscar…."

Ron was right. Nothing I said or express in the past few weeks where sincere and Ron knew it. After all Ron knew me better than anyone at times.

"I guess so" I mumbled low.

I didn't know what else to say. As much as Ron wanted to comprehend and relate to my sitch he couldn't. He wouldn't understand how horrible it feels seeing everyone who once idolized you looking at you with pity. Not being able to do things by yourself anymore and everyone offering to help. Not to be able to do the things that brought you so much joy because you can't walk. He wouldn't understand the pain, the struggle.

"Sometimes I think-you blame me for what happened."

I blinked. Did Ron really think I blamed him for what happened? I felt some guilt building up inside of me. I never once considered how Ron felt about the aftermath of our latest mission. How he could have possibly felt responbile for the mission going south while I self-pitied myself about it day in and day out.

"Ron, you don't honestly think-"

"Kim!"

Ron turned the wheelchair around so I could see Monique running towards us. Monique's smile was enormous! When she finally reached us, she lunged herself on me. She hugged me tight and squeezed me until Ron touched her shoulder. He probably knew I was being suffocated by the bear hug.

"Kim, girl, It's nice to see you back at school!" Monique beamed. "I've missed you!"

"I missed you too Monique."

Monique gave the "you better spill before I make you spill" look as she folded her arms and raised her eyebrow at me. She was waiting for me to explain why I hadn't let her see me since the incident and she wasn't going anywhere till I gave her an answer. Leave it to Monique to make feel like normal person again.

"So?" she asked.

"Monique I'm sorry I haven't talked to you since- uh you know- but I really needed some time for myself. These few weeks have been so the drama and I just- needed to deal."

"With the occasional Ron shine now and again to help you out," Monique teased as she winked at me and looked Ron.

"That too" I said.

We both laughed. She looked at me once more with a grin on her face. "I knew you were in good company so I didn't trip when I was told you didn't want to see me-"

The grin on her face vanished. She looked at me serious. "But I was worried about you Kim. Ron told me what happened but-"

"I know Monique but it was for the best. I didn't want anybody other than Ron and the fam to see me like this."

"It was a mission just to get her here" Ron added. "Trust the Ron man on this one Monique. Kim was not ready to deal with anyone the past few days. I honestly don't think she would've wanted me with her either if I wasn't there with her when it happened."

Monique glared a bit and Ron and me. She directed her attention back at me and nodded.

"Fine I trust your judgment" Monique assured, giving me the "we'll talk about this later," look.

I sighed in relief. At least for now I could relax and –

"Kim's back girls!"

The moment I dreaded the most coming back to school was now becoming reality. I knew the voice belonged to Tara and I knew Bonnie wasn't far behind.

I saw Tara and some of the other girls make their way towards us. I saw Bonnie in the middle, typical, and grinning when she saw me.

"Hi K" Bonnie said when she finally reached me. She was in cheer uniform like the others. "I was wondering when we'll see you again. Things haven't been the same without you here."

"They weren't?" I asked suspicious.

"Of course, I mean who else was going keep track of the pompoms during the routines."

"Excuse me?" I said, my voice beginning to rise.

"Kim, let's face it. You can't cheer anymore. You can't cheer and that means you can't be cheer captain."

"Bonnie's right Kim" Tara said. "We've decided, as a squad, that until you're able to walk and cheer again, Bonnie will be the new head cheerleader."

"And we're not that cold to kick you out the squad" Bonnie said, grins, "So that's why we came up with the idea of you keeping track of the pompoms and uniforms. You know, the equipment manager in a sense."

Equipment manager? They couldn't be serious. I, Kim Possible, to make sure the uniforms are nicely pressed and all the pompoms were accounted for! They must have some screws loose if they think I'll do something like that. Especially if Bonnie was the one who came up with it. I bite my tongue as to not to make a scene but Bonnie knew she won. Her grin said all as she flipped her hair and walked away saying.

"See you at practice K."

"Kim what are you doing?" I heard Ron say. I didn't notice that I was rolling away from them. I felt like was going to explode. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs and curse Drakken for what happen to me. I felt my eyes beginning to water and a tug on the wheelchair.

"Ron let go" I said. I knew it was Ron without me even having to turn my head.

"KP I-"

"Ron let go now!" I yelled.

Ron immediately let his grip of the wheelchair handles. I rolled myself as far away as I could. I needed to be alone...


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