I do not own any Disney characters named herein and am only borrowing them to tell a nonprofit tale meant for entertainment purposes only.
Kim Possible: Gifted
By LJ58
26
Kim sat in Shego's car two days later, staring at the high school building, and looking both uneasy and eager at once. Which Shego knew was about usual for her.
"Got your schedule," she asked the redhead.
"Yes, Shego."
"Notebooks, pens, and paper?"
"And spare pencils," she nodded, and patted her backpack on the floorboard.
"So, why are you acting like you're trying to hide in your seat again?"
"I don't know. This is…. I feel….. What if no one likes me?"
"You know Tara, and Monique, don't you?"
"You know I do," she huffed.
"See, you have two friends already waiting for you. Now you can go find out if you can make a few more," Shego told her. "Unless you want to prove you can't really do anything, and are afraid of actually facing what you claimed you wanted," Shego asked blandly.
Kim predictably scowled and sat up straight now as she grabbed her backpack from the floorboard.
"I'm not afraid," she huffed. "Not….like that. I just…."
"Let me tell you a secret, Princess," Shego told her, patting her nearest hand clenching the strap of her bag.
"Yeah?"
"Not everyone is going to like you. Doesn't matter what you do, they won't. That doesn't mean that everyone is going to hate you, either. So don't you think you should go find out which is going to be which? After all, this is also your chance to prove to all those white coats and uniforms that you can live in the real world without imploding, or something," Shego reminded her.
"I get that," she sighed.
"Besides, even I know that not everything you need to learn is in a book. But you won't find that out until you go join the real world. Or at least high school," she winked.
Kim burst into laughter now.
"Okay. Okay. I'm being silly again, aren't I?"
"Well, at least you're not being an idiot. Silly is okay, idiots aren't," she teased. "So, go wow them, Red. I already know you can do it. Go prove it to the rest of them. And if you have issues, call me, or that Wade character you like chatting with lately."
"It's not that. He's….."
"You two brainiacs like trying to outdo one another. Right?"
"I asked him to help the boys figure out something I can wear that won't char like tissue," she blushed.
"That's probably a good idea. Which really astonishes me that you had it," she remarked.
"Okay, I get the hint. Will you be here…."
"Three sharp. Take your time, but let me know if you're going to be late. Only don't go anywhere without letting me know. We still don't know what Gemini or anyone else out there might be trying next."
"I know. You be careful, too," Kim smiled and shoved the door of the sports car open as she became more aware of the many teens all around her getting out of cars, or off buses.
"I'm not the one everyone wants, nut," Shego reminded her.
"You could still be a target, though. Remember, you're part of my family now," Kim smiled.
Shego didn't say anything to that as Kim shut the door, and headed to the school. She did smile after the energetic bundle of nerves that seemed overly confident one moment, and overly sensitive the next. She started the car, honked after her, and drove off even as she eyed the newly modified dash that showed a GPS beacon tracking her that the boys had devised for a 'just-in-case' scenario, as they deemed it.
Heading home, she decided to check in with Marty, and see if anything serious had come up their way of late. So far, no one had appeared to earnestly trouble her family, but that loon Drakken had tried to play them with her own brothers, she didn't believe in tempting fate. She headed back home, eyes scanning the streets and walkways around her, her own natural caution far from relaxed even after months in the seemingly innocuous small town.
If anything, living with Kimmie had fine-tuned her reflexes and wariness. Especially of late as she realized there were some real head cases after the redhead. She eyed the dash again as she drove away, and noted the GPS beacon was in place and staying.
Hopefully, they wouldn't have anything serious to manage as Kim faced her first day among her peers.
~KP~
"Hey, Monique," Kim smiled as she came up to the girl speaking to several others who paused to stare.
"Kimberly," the ebullient girl beamed with a wide smile. "Girl, HHYBD?"
"I'm doing pretty well," she smiled and replied to her friend's special way of speaking that took her a while to understand. She was getting better at it, though.
"So, you understand, Moni," the brunette asked.
"Well, it took me a while, but I've had practice since I do like shopping at Cocoa Banana," she admitted.
"Who doesn't," the blonde smiled. "Love the blouse, by the way, but you do know Mr. Barkin is going to slam you for that dye job. He takes that dress code really serious," she told Kim.
"I already told him this is my natural color," Kim told the girl. "So he can't really say anything there," Kim smiled.
"Seriously? That's…natural color?"
"Yeah, our GF is all natural," Monique grinned. "You should ask her why she has to shop so often, though," Monique grinned.
"Mom told you about the washer, didn't she?"
"Well," the dark-skinned beauty giggled, "It was hard to suppress. Especially when I know she doesn't usually shop for new clothes so often," she grinned.
"Okay, that sounds…."
"Later," Monique told them as the first bell rang. "So, who do you have for homeroom?"
"Oh, uh, Mrs. Parkes," she said.
"Me, too," Monique squealed. "Come on, I'll show you the way," she said and led Kim down the hall as a lot of the students ignored her, though more than a few did stare after her.
"I feel like I'm on parade," she muttered.
"You're new, they're curious. Or they're jerks. If they're curious, they're okay. If they're jerks….? Well, just ignore them," Monique advised her as she grinned at Kim as she led her into the room before them. "Mrs. Parkes, this is Kimberly. She's starting today," she said in almost the same breath as she led Kim to the desk.
"Yes, we've been expecting you," the middle-aged woman nodded at Kim. "So, do you prefer Kim, or Kimberly?"
"Kim is fine," she blushed at the attention.
"All right. Just take a seat anywhere. We don't assign seats here," she told her.
"C'mon, you can sit by me," Monique assured her as she dragged Kim to the side of the room.
Kim only smiled and followed her.
"So, let's see your schedule, girl," Monique asked as more students began to filter into the room. Many of them pausing to eye her as Kim tried not to be too self-conscious.
Kim pulled out her schedule, and let her friend see it.
"Whoa. Serious academic overload. You really ready to handle all this," she asked her.
"Sure. It's not really that hard. Most of it seems like it's going to be kind of interesting."
"Seriously," Monique frowned at her, staring again at the schedule. "So, you're also a super-brain along with super-powered?"
"You're super-powered," a stocky girl behind them asked.
"Uh….."
"She's comet-powered, and really cool, Denise. Trust me, Kim is seriously fine."
"Uh, trying to keep that one low key, Monique," Kim blushed.
"Oh, right. Anyway, Dee, Kim is really okay. Trust me," she beamed.
"Comet powers? So, that story was real? You and Tara got hit by that comet way back?"
"Uh, yeah," she sighed.
"Bad memories, Dee," Monique told her, noting Kim's expression.
"I can see how. Wow, I just can't believe someone thought they could just grab you, and take you off like that, though. I mean, isn't that kidnapping, or something," the girl exclaimed.
"Well, my folks are still pushing for an investigation, but this is the government," she sighed.
"Yep, you're doomed," Denise nodded. "Dad says no one trusts the government, because they can't be trusted."
"I'm not arguing," Kim told her even as the bell rang.
Just before Mrs. Parkes started to shut the door, a lanky teen boy ran in, almost face-plowed the door, and then promptly tripped over his own shoe strings.
"Sorry. Sorry. I got held up getting detention again," the sandy-haired boy told the teacher. "Man, Barkin just plain hates me!"
"Who….?"
"Whoa, how did you get past Barkin with that freaky hair, girl," the boy stopped on his way to a seat to gape at her. "Because I can't believe he didn't just expel you right off."
"Kim, meet Ron Stoppable. How he made it to senior year is a mystery that still stuns us all," Monique laughed.
"Hey," Ron sputtered. "You know the Ron-Man has skills, Monique," he preened, and turned, and almost fell into his desk more than sitting.
"Yeah, but no one knows what they are," Monique whispered as Kim smiled at the boy's antics now rather than focus on his reaction to her hair.
"All right, everyone, settle down," Mrs. Parkes boomed now as she walked over to her desk, lifting her roll book, and eyeing the students. "Danny, don't forget that make-up test this afternoon if you want to keep playing for the Mad Dogs," she told a big teen in the back.
"Mad Dogs," Kim frowned.
"Our football team," Denise smiled.
"Okay, everyone, before the day starts, I want you to welcome a new student joining us. Kim, why don't you stand up, and introduce yourself."
Kim blushed, but stood up, and looked around.
"Uh, I'm Kim Possible, and…. Well, I'm new," she stammered and tried to smile through her nervousness as everyone eyed her.
"Possible," the sandy-haired boy exclaimed. "Like Jim and Tim?"
"My brothers," she nodded at him.
"But I heard their sister died! Oh, wow, did they bring you back to life with that weird science stuff? Are you a zombie? Is that why you look…? Look….? What is that word," he asked Kim as if she should know.
"Ronald," Mrs. Parkes sighed.
"Kim," Monique whispered as Kim sat down looking sour just then. "Meet Ron Stoppable. The biggest moron in Middleton."
"I am not," Ron sputtered. "I…. I just…. Well, I'm not the biggest," he sputtered.
"Class. Pay attention. I have a few morning announcements before the bell you need to hear, and then…."
"So, if you aren't a zombie, what are you," Ron whispered to her.
Kim gaped, but everyone else just sniggered.
To Be Continued…..