Kim Possible woke to her alarm with a start. On the floor. Her hair was an utter mess, and she looked hungover, which is never a good thing in a 16 year old. She rubbed her forehead above the left eye and climbed up into her bed, planting her face in her pillow.
"Kim! Time to get up!"
"Just eight more hours, mom!" she yelled back.
"Kimberley Anne Possible, you'll be late for dinner, let alone school," a voice that seemed like her mother's proclaimed from the door, but something was wrong with it, "and you're going to be in so much trouble!" She looked back at the door through the corner of her eye.
"Get out of my room, you - Tweebs!" she yelled, turning and throwing her pillow at Tim.
"Ugh! What happened to you?!"
Kim scowled, and lowered her head almost until she was looking through her brow. "I've had two hours sleep. Go away," and the angry expression on her face solidified.
"Ooh, Kim's grumpy because she stayed out late with her Boyfriend, Mr. Barkin," they teased.
"That is so gross it's not funny!" yelled Kim in a disgusted voice that was, however, equally as teasing as the Tweebs'. This caught them off guard, and Kim was almost on top of them before they'd remembered to run. She chased them all the way to the kitchen, and had actually tackled Jim to the floor and they slid right up to a pair of shoes.
"Hey, when I did that I lost my pants on the stair-rail-thing!"
Kim stood up straight fast, accidentally allowing Jim to get away. She'd even started to smooth out her hair when she suddenly realised, and relaxed into a slouch. It was just Ron.
"Kimmie, you're going to be late for school," said her dad into a newspaper which he didn't look up from, "Doubly late because you need a shower." He furrowed his brow. "Have you been drinking?"
Kim looked shocked. "Dad, this is me you're talking about. That's illegal and dangerous! The very thought...!" she turned and stormed off back to her room. Ron started to followed but stopped when she placed a hand on his chest. "Shower, remember?"
"Oh yeah," replied Ron.
"The first class is with Barkin, right?"
"I think so" he seemed kinda' distant now.
"Good." Barkin would understand. Wouldn't he?
"What do you mean good? Barkin as sub and we're late? He'll kill us!"
"Correction, I'm late. You go on without me."
"But- but- you'll be in detention all by yourself again,"
"Look, he'll understand, okay?" and she continued on her way.
"Actually, I just remembered there's some new teacher!" Ron yelled after her, but it fell on deaf ears.
Ron turned back to the kitchen and waved to the parents Possible. "Bye Dr. P, Mrs. Dr. P!"
"Have a nice day, Ronald," came the reply in unison.
The tweebs ran through, yelled "Bye" to their parents and were through the door before they could be reminded to take their lunch. Ron picked it up and followed them out the door yelling "See you at school, KP!" up the stairs.
When the door was shut, Dad Possible turned to he wife and mumbled, "I was sneaking alcohol by the time I was her age."
His wife looked him in the eye and sighed. "We have to set an example, so don't tell her that." There was a pause and then she continued in a lower voice, "My favourite at the time was Sambuca, what about you?"
"I don't remember," came the reply, "but I'm pretty sure that she can't qualify saying something's dangerous. Look at all the life-threatening stuff she does do!"
