"Dad!" Bonnie Rockwaller called. "Can I borrow your shotgun?"

Mr. Rockwaller entered his daughter's room. "Why, Bon-Bon?" He glanced at the wall. An 8 by 10 photograph of Kimberly Possible was hanging on the wall, although barely recognizable. It was riddled with darts, thumbtacks, push pins, and the kitchen knives. I was wondering what happened to those. "Bonnie?"

"Yes, Dad?"

"Don't you think you've taken your rivalry against that Kim girl too far?"

"I wasn't going to shoot her. Just the picture."

"That's what I meant."

"Bonnie Alicia Rockwaller, I encouraged a little healthy competition between you and your schoolmates, but you have gone too far."

"Look who's talking."

"Don't give me lip, young lady."

"May I remind you of the Parent-Booster Club meeting last night? You offered to give a discussion of stocks and bonds to the Math and Science Club, but they wanted Dr. Possible's rocket science lectures--"

"OK, so maybe I did lose my temper."

"You beat Dr. Possible with your briefcase!"

Mr. Rockwaller blushed vermilion and slunk out of his daughter's room. "I just wish there was some way..." He glanced at the counter. Bonnie's lunchbag was on top beside an opened letter from the school. "What's this?" He picked it up. "Dear parents, a lot has happened in the past few weeks at our school. Our previous guidance counselor has resigned. Fortunately, a psychiatrist has been able to fill in the position on such short notice..." He pulled out his cell phone. "Hello? Middleton High School?"
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This better be important, Bonnie thought. It was after cheerleading practice on Monday morning. Still in the cheerleader's uniform, she trudged toward the guidance office. "Maybe it's something about college." She opened the door.

Sigmond Frump looked up. "Are you..." he checked his schedule. "Bonnie Rockwaller?"

"Yes. Is this about the application I sent to Narvard?"

"I'm afraid not."

"This isn't about the cooked spaghetti in Kim Possible's backpack, is it?"

"What spaghetti?"

Bonnie chuckled nervously as she sat down on the couch. "Nothing, really...it was just...a rumor I heard."
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"RON!" Kim Possible yanked her hand from her open backpack.

"Yes, KP?"

"Look!"

"Hmm! Spaghetti!" Ron grabbed a handful of the cooked noodles and stuffed them in his mouth.

Rufus poked out of his pocket and leaped into Kim's backpack. "Snackage!"

Kim shook her head. "Gross."

Ron swallowed thoughtfully. "Well, it could use a few meatballs. I gotta admit this is Wade's best idea yet. Dinner on the run!"
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"And there was Josh Manke. Why did he choose Kim? What's she got that I don't?"

"What's Josh Manke got that I don't?" asked Dr. Frump. He turned from Bonnie's stunned stare. "Never mind."

Bonnie yanked a lock of her short brown hair. "I'm so jealous! I'm going crazy!" She blushed and calmed down. "Every practice, Kim and I are pitted. Like today..."

"Step to the left," Kim called. "Ninety-degree turn! Now sound off!"

"KIM IS ANNOYING!" Bonnie called from behind the squad captain.

The redhead whirled around. "You know very well what I mean by 'sound off'!"

The brunette's only reply was a satisfied smirk.

Sigmond Frump shook his head. "Jealousy. What we do for jealousy. And the trouble it can get us into. Why, in high school, I myself had a girlfriend and whenever other guys gazed on her, I would..." he trailed off. "Well, maybe I better not say. We don't want any nasty gossip going around the school."

"I thrive on nasty gossip."

Apparently putting others down empowers this girl. Maybe I can crack that shell. Dr. Frump reached into his briefcase and pulled out the redhaired doll. "Let's try a little play therapy." He handed the toy to Bonnie.

The teenager held it between two fingers. With her other hand, she pulled the string on the back.

"So not the drama."

"Hmm...sounds like Kim, looks like Kim, feels like Kim," the cheerleader sniffed. "Smells like Kim." She wandered to the window and threw it out. "I wonder if it lands on her feet."

The doll landed on a tree bough, which bent like a lever, catapulting it back into the open window.

It bonked Bonnie on the head.

"Oww...hurts like Kim too."

"When did your jealousy of Miss Possible begin?"

"It dates back to...almost eleven years ago. We were five."

"And you remember it?"

"Like it was yesterday."

"What was it?"

Five year old Bonnie Rockwaller was happily squishing her mound of clay, forming it into smooth balls, then squashing them into lumps.

"Wow..." came the voice of the kindergarten teacher, Miss Tress. "What a wonderful sculpture, Kimmie."

"No big." Kim patted her clay statue. "I call it the Immortal Ron."

"It looks just like him," Miss Tress gushed.

Ron beamed happily.

"If I had a replica of that little freak, I'd smash it," muttered Bonnie. "And that statue is ugly and lumpy. Well, we'll see who's immortal," she took her lump of clay and divided it in half. She then took a half, molded it into a ball, and tossed.

The young girl had a great aim. The ball hit the Ron double at the neck, knocking the poor statue's head off.

"Ooh," sniffled Miss Tress. "And I wanted to let it harden and submit it to an art show." She turned on the class. "Who threw that?"

No answer.

"All right, who has no clay?"

The children held up their lumps.

Bonnie pressed her lips together hard to keep from grinning.

Dr. Frump tapped his pencil. "So you felt threatened?"

"Well...yeah." Bonnie let out a sigh. "Everyone loves Kim Possible. Why not me?"

The shell has broken. "Well, Miss Rockwaller, destroying other people's artwork and being snotty only works to alienate others. Maybe if you smiled a little more, exchanged a few kind words, people will open up to you more. Do unto others as they would do unto you."

Bonnie blinked. "Perhaps." She glanced at her watch. "Oh no! I have to go home and finish my homework!"

"Go ahead, I think I've heard enough for one day." He turned to his clipboard.

Name: Bonnie Rockwaller
Occupation: High school student, cheerleader
Physical Description: Slim, short brown hair, blue eyes
Education: Current high school student, 3.6 average
Life's Ambition: To beat Kim Possible at something
Diagnosis: Acute Green With Envy Blues. Demonstrates superiority complex, possible Narcissistic Personality Disorder. Slight possibility of Histrionic Personality Disorder. Under brassy exterior, you get the feeling all she wants is to be appreciated.

Bonnie strolled down her house in deep thought. I wonder what would happen if I were actually nice for a change. She noticed someone walking out of Bueno Nacho, crunching on a Naco.

She knew that bite anywhere. "Ron?" she called, for once using his name instead of 'freak', 'Kim's friend', or 'obnoxious cretin'. She bit her lip. "I just wanted to tell you...I think you did a good job on last week's game. The whole 'mad dog' thing. It was really funny."

A piece of beef from the Naco hit the ground. Rufus' jaw dropped.

Ron pushed the naked mole rat's jaw back. "That girl sure looked and sounded like Bonnie. You suppose she's been body-snatched?"

"NO, YOU LITTLE FREAK-O!" snorted Bonnie. "You know what? You're not even worth being nice to." She turned and strutted off.

Ron burst out laughing. "What alien would want to snatch her body anyway?"

"Same old Bonwie," squeaked out Rufus.

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