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Shego curled up in the waiting chair in the office. She was staring wide eyed at the secretary. She had this blonde curly hair and these long, long finger nails. They were pointy too. Long, pointy nails. When she typed on the keyboard, the noise pounded into Shego's head. Her eyes had these really big glasses in front of them. Shego guessed she couldn't see well, even with these clown glasses, she leaned near the computer monitor. Her nose was practically touching it!
'I must not forget why I'm here.' Shego thought back to that miserable moment. Now Mr. Carlson probably thought her as the word student ever! She must have been really bad to have been sent here! A bad, mean, ugly, trouble-making, meddling, terrible kid! The clock was so loud, everything seemed to be big. So many things she had never seen. Big papers were scattered everywhere, big people ran in and out of rooms, and big voices seemed to boom out of no where! She covered her ears. Yet the noisiness of the office seemed to spin around, more and more, and more! Faster and faster it spun! "No . . ." Shego whimpered staring anxiously at the door, she could make a run for it right now, and no one would ever know where she went. But her grandmother would surely find her wherever she ran, Shego saw no hope. 'I can't stand this place anymore!' Shego gazed at the secretary who was angrily yelling at someone over the phone.
Shego was a mouse as she left the naughty person chair. Her weak feeble knees tried to stable her suddenly heavy body. She took a deep breath and tip-toed out of the room. Gasping for the courage that remained, her sweaty palms reached for the wall. This was so difficult. Sneaking, it was so bad! She hated being bad. Her green eyes roamed the hallways. Everyone was still enjoying the after-parade. She could make her escape right now. If she waited a bit longer, someone might see her. Placing all morals aside she scrambled down the hallway her feet carrying her petite body as fast as it could go. Shego could hear her shoes pounding into the tile; she was tripping over her costume. Her escape attempt was suddenly halted when she ran right into someone!
The man looked a little bit surprised. "Aren't you a kindergartener?" The man asked in a monotonous voice. Oh no! A teacher! She wasn't going anywhere now! "N-no sir." "Chill. I'm a student. Like you." "Really?" "Yeah, I'm in the high school down the road." The boy said taking her hand and leading her back to the office.
No one had seemed to notice Shego's brief absence. The secretary was still talking into the telephone. "Why are you here?" Shego asked. Big high school kids normally didn't waste their time at the Harmony Elementary School. "I work here as a Janitor." The boy informed her. 'I never saw him before.' Shego thought to herself. From what Shego could tell, the boy was an outcast. Even she a mere kindergartener had more style than this boy. His boney body was covered in black. Black turtleneck, black pants, black shoes, black tie. He rolled up his sleeves. Shego had abandoned this habit long back. He didn't even look like a boy. He had lengthy ebony hair, trailing down his back; it was out of place and crazy. The boy sighed, "I don't think I'll be sticking here much longer." "How come?" "Well, I got into some trouble today." "Me too! I kept telling the teacher that I didn't want the ribbon but she gave it to me anyway! Then she sent me here!" Shego pouted. "I brought my laser gun to school that I invented . . . my teacher found and compensated it. Then they expelled me for having a "weapon" in school. I suppose I'm here to get fired." "Why you bring it?" "Bullies." The boy's voice seemed to shake a little bit. Then that Shego noticed various bruises and scars on the boy's face. They were a variety of colors and shapes. "I'm sorry." Shego said sincerely staring at her feet. She really didn't know what to say. What could she say to something like that? "It's cool. I'm Drew Lipsky. What's your name kid?" Just then, a voice grunted, "Get in here Lipsky!" "Yes sir." The boy breathed nervously. He dragged his feet into the office giving Shego one last sad look. When the door closed Shego remembered something, she had never told him her name!
After what had seemed like hours of worrying over this little mistake, the principal called, "Shego! Get yerself in here!" "Yes sir!" She called back to him uneasily. Shego scrambled to her feet as Drew retired from the room, his head hanging. "Drew! Wait!" She called after him. The boy did not notice. She would never get to tell him her name. "Are you coming or not?" He sounded angry.
The principal sat at a wide desk which was crowded with unorganized file cabinets. The principal was a busy man. "What a pretty little kindergartener I have visiting me today. Why don't you take a candy?" The principal said indicating a crystal bowl filled with all sorts of candies. The all had shiny wrappers. Shego took a chocolate bar and held it her hand. "You're going to eat aren't you?" He laughed. Shego decided he was not the principal. She shook her head. "I wanna see principal." "I am the principal." "You're too nice." Shego informed him. The man laughed, "Sorry, I'll be meaner from now on. Would you like that?" "Yes . . . maybe . . . no." Shego couldn't make up her mind about this man. The principal sighed and pressed a button, "Send Shego's grandmother in."
'Oh no! What is Estella going to think?' Shego watched in horror as her grandmother sheepishly walked in. Her red hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she was dressed in some old overalls. Woodchip dust and paint was caked all over her frail body. "I rushed right over --- I." The principal held up his hand, "Please. She's a pleasure." Estella threw up her hands frustrated, "What do you want then?" "Please calm down." The principal pulled up a chair for Shego's grandmother.
"Well, Shego's been acting different in school, behavior-wise. Her teacher's noted several occurrences today." "I'm weally, weally sorry." Shego pouted before she was hushed. "Don't worry Shego, you're not in trouble. We're just a bit concerned. We think that it might be best if you took a few more days off from school." "How come?" Shego certainly did not want to miss anymore school. It was the best thing that had ever happened to her. Her friends were there. Ms. Carlson was there. Her future husband was there. Her life was there. "The girl doesn't need anymore time. She needs education. So she's a little emotional... you're going to dump her on me? Well geez sir, She ain't a solid rock wall either!" Estella was shouting now. Shego covered her ears. Angry grown-ups always scared her.
"I'm not saying she should be. The death of her father was a real tragedy." "He's still alive." Estella corrected the man, raising her voice. The principal held up his index finger. Apparently Estella was immune to the finger because she just kept on talking. "My baby is taking things just fine." "Has she ever talked to you about it? Do you really call that taking it well? Maybe she's just taking her inner emotions out on the people in this school." "Maybe-she's-just-taking-her-inner-emotions-out-on-the-people- in-this-school." Estella mimicked the principal. She obviously wasn't taking the man seriously. The principal sighed and paid no attention to the senior citizen mocking him. "Listen, I'll make this simple for you Ms. Hart, from this moment till my contact, Shego Hart is suspended from this school."
Estella gasped. That was a shocker. Shego was surprised, that was a big word. "Sus-pen-ed?" Shego repeated as Estella started to lead her out. "You won't be back for a while." The principal said waving to them. Estella angrily lifted her finger, but it wasn't her index one, Shego guessed this wasn't a respect, ruling finger, because the principal's eyes were then very tired and annoyed. Estella slammed the door making the principal jump. "Suspended my foot!" Shego heard her mutter to herself.
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(Notes: Sorry if this story is confusing people. If you guys are wondering, Kyle is NOT Drakken. Kyle is another fictional character. This will all kind of pull itself together at the end of the story.... Which is far off! So leave a review!)
Shego curled up in the waiting chair in the office. She was staring wide eyed at the secretary. She had this blonde curly hair and these long, long finger nails. They were pointy too. Long, pointy nails. When she typed on the keyboard, the noise pounded into Shego's head. Her eyes had these really big glasses in front of them. Shego guessed she couldn't see well, even with these clown glasses, she leaned near the computer monitor. Her nose was practically touching it!
'I must not forget why I'm here.' Shego thought back to that miserable moment. Now Mr. Carlson probably thought her as the word student ever! She must have been really bad to have been sent here! A bad, mean, ugly, trouble-making, meddling, terrible kid! The clock was so loud, everything seemed to be big. So many things she had never seen. Big papers were scattered everywhere, big people ran in and out of rooms, and big voices seemed to boom out of no where! She covered her ears. Yet the noisiness of the office seemed to spin around, more and more, and more! Faster and faster it spun! "No . . ." Shego whimpered staring anxiously at the door, she could make a run for it right now, and no one would ever know where she went. But her grandmother would surely find her wherever she ran, Shego saw no hope. 'I can't stand this place anymore!' Shego gazed at the secretary who was angrily yelling at someone over the phone.
Shego was a mouse as she left the naughty person chair. Her weak feeble knees tried to stable her suddenly heavy body. She took a deep breath and tip-toed out of the room. Gasping for the courage that remained, her sweaty palms reached for the wall. This was so difficult. Sneaking, it was so bad! She hated being bad. Her green eyes roamed the hallways. Everyone was still enjoying the after-parade. She could make her escape right now. If she waited a bit longer, someone might see her. Placing all morals aside she scrambled down the hallway her feet carrying her petite body as fast as it could go. Shego could hear her shoes pounding into the tile; she was tripping over her costume. Her escape attempt was suddenly halted when she ran right into someone!
The man looked a little bit surprised. "Aren't you a kindergartener?" The man asked in a monotonous voice. Oh no! A teacher! She wasn't going anywhere now! "N-no sir." "Chill. I'm a student. Like you." "Really?" "Yeah, I'm in the high school down the road." The boy said taking her hand and leading her back to the office.
No one had seemed to notice Shego's brief absence. The secretary was still talking into the telephone. "Why are you here?" Shego asked. Big high school kids normally didn't waste their time at the Harmony Elementary School. "I work here as a Janitor." The boy informed her. 'I never saw him before.' Shego thought to herself. From what Shego could tell, the boy was an outcast. Even she a mere kindergartener had more style than this boy. His boney body was covered in black. Black turtleneck, black pants, black shoes, black tie. He rolled up his sleeves. Shego had abandoned this habit long back. He didn't even look like a boy. He had lengthy ebony hair, trailing down his back; it was out of place and crazy. The boy sighed, "I don't think I'll be sticking here much longer." "How come?" "Well, I got into some trouble today." "Me too! I kept telling the teacher that I didn't want the ribbon but she gave it to me anyway! Then she sent me here!" Shego pouted. "I brought my laser gun to school that I invented . . . my teacher found and compensated it. Then they expelled me for having a "weapon" in school. I suppose I'm here to get fired." "Why you bring it?" "Bullies." The boy's voice seemed to shake a little bit. Then that Shego noticed various bruises and scars on the boy's face. They were a variety of colors and shapes. "I'm sorry." Shego said sincerely staring at her feet. She really didn't know what to say. What could she say to something like that? "It's cool. I'm Drew Lipsky. What's your name kid?" Just then, a voice grunted, "Get in here Lipsky!" "Yes sir." The boy breathed nervously. He dragged his feet into the office giving Shego one last sad look. When the door closed Shego remembered something, she had never told him her name!
After what had seemed like hours of worrying over this little mistake, the principal called, "Shego! Get yerself in here!" "Yes sir!" She called back to him uneasily. Shego scrambled to her feet as Drew retired from the room, his head hanging. "Drew! Wait!" She called after him. The boy did not notice. She would never get to tell him her name. "Are you coming or not?" He sounded angry.
The principal sat at a wide desk which was crowded with unorganized file cabinets. The principal was a busy man. "What a pretty little kindergartener I have visiting me today. Why don't you take a candy?" The principal said indicating a crystal bowl filled with all sorts of candies. The all had shiny wrappers. Shego took a chocolate bar and held it her hand. "You're going to eat aren't you?" He laughed. Shego decided he was not the principal. She shook her head. "I wanna see principal." "I am the principal." "You're too nice." Shego informed him. The man laughed, "Sorry, I'll be meaner from now on. Would you like that?" "Yes . . . maybe . . . no." Shego couldn't make up her mind about this man. The principal sighed and pressed a button, "Send Shego's grandmother in."
'Oh no! What is Estella going to think?' Shego watched in horror as her grandmother sheepishly walked in. Her red hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she was dressed in some old overalls. Woodchip dust and paint was caked all over her frail body. "I rushed right over --- I." The principal held up his hand, "Please. She's a pleasure." Estella threw up her hands frustrated, "What do you want then?" "Please calm down." The principal pulled up a chair for Shego's grandmother.
"Well, Shego's been acting different in school, behavior-wise. Her teacher's noted several occurrences today." "I'm weally, weally sorry." Shego pouted before she was hushed. "Don't worry Shego, you're not in trouble. We're just a bit concerned. We think that it might be best if you took a few more days off from school." "How come?" Shego certainly did not want to miss anymore school. It was the best thing that had ever happened to her. Her friends were there. Ms. Carlson was there. Her future husband was there. Her life was there. "The girl doesn't need anymore time. She needs education. So she's a little emotional... you're going to dump her on me? Well geez sir, She ain't a solid rock wall either!" Estella was shouting now. Shego covered her ears. Angry grown-ups always scared her.
"I'm not saying she should be. The death of her father was a real tragedy." "He's still alive." Estella corrected the man, raising her voice. The principal held up his index finger. Apparently Estella was immune to the finger because she just kept on talking. "My baby is taking things just fine." "Has she ever talked to you about it? Do you really call that taking it well? Maybe she's just taking her inner emotions out on the people in this school." "Maybe-she's-just-taking-her-inner-emotions-out-on-the-people- in-this-school." Estella mimicked the principal. She obviously wasn't taking the man seriously. The principal sighed and paid no attention to the senior citizen mocking him. "Listen, I'll make this simple for you Ms. Hart, from this moment till my contact, Shego Hart is suspended from this school."
Estella gasped. That was a shocker. Shego was surprised, that was a big word. "Sus-pen-ed?" Shego repeated as Estella started to lead her out. "You won't be back for a while." The principal said waving to them. Estella angrily lifted her finger, but it wasn't her index one, Shego guessed this wasn't a respect, ruling finger, because the principal's eyes were then very tired and annoyed. Estella slammed the door making the principal jump. "Suspended my foot!" Shego heard her mutter to herself.
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(Notes: Sorry if this story is confusing people. If you guys are wondering, Kyle is NOT Drakken. Kyle is another fictional character. This will all kind of pull itself together at the end of the story.... Which is far off! So leave a review!)