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
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Kim felt every eye on her when she walked back into class and eyed the others just looking at her, and blushed.
"Uh, sorry about earlier. Only that guy just wasn't listening," she sighed as she came in, and sit down.
"He never does," a pretty blonde in a cheerleading uniform smiled. "I'm Jessica, by the way. Welcome to Middleton."
"Thanks," she smiled. "Uh, I didn't hit anyone when I, uh, slammed the door, did I," she asked, looking around.
A lot of heads shook, but one boy sniggered, and said, "You might have nailed Barkin, but he hit the floor like a bomb went off. Guess he's used to your brothers wailing on him."
"They can be mischievous," she said as she smiled back at the boy that didn't seem to be mocking her.
Before anyone else could speak, a short, squat man with thick glasses walked into the room and eyed them.
"Right, so what has Ms. Benton got you lot doing," the short man asked as he came into the room and eyed Kim with a faintly lifted right brow.
"Reading chapter nine," one of the other males in the class told him. "We were just reading so far."
"Very well, keep studying your chapter, then, and knowing Mr. Barkin, be prepared for a pop quiz on the morrow if your teacher isn't back by then."
A lot of the class groaned.
"Miss Possible? Do you not have a text?"
"It is my first day, and I just got back from the office," she said with another blush.
"Jessica," the man called her by name without trouble as he took the teacher's seat. "Please get Miss Possible a text. Chapter Nine, Kimberly, as I'm sure you heard," he nodded back to Kim.
"Yes, sir," she said and looked up at the blonde handed her a thick text. "Thanks," she said and took the book to open to the first page.
"Uh, the chapter starts on page…."
"I just thought I'd read from the start so I won't be confused," she told the willowy blonde and began to flip pages.
"You're….reading?"
"Well, yeah," Kim said, glancing over at her before looking back to the page she hesitated over.
"Reading, not chatting, people," the man behind the desk declared without looking up from a history text he was studying.
By the time the bell rang, Kim had stopped reading and slid her book into her bag.
"You read all of that that fast," Jessica asked as everyone got up to go.
"I guess I just read fast," she shrugged.
"And how's your memory?"
"Uh, pretty good," she admitted.
"Oh, I have got to study with you," the blonde grinned. "How are your grades?"
"Well, I don't know. I just started."
"What about before…."
"That's complicated," she told the blonde as Kim closed her backpack and slid it over a shoulder to head for the door.
"Hey, I didn't mean to upset you," Jessica told her, following her out of the room.
"Well, I guess I'm still….getting used to….to being here. Before was….not so nice," Kim admitted with a grimace.
"Like boarding school, or….?"
"Like human specimen trapped in a secret government lab," she said after she decided to be honest.
"Wow. Whoa. So, that story going around is real? You got hit by some alien stuff….?"
"Comet. I was hit by that Rainbow Comet, or whatever they called it, and it made me….me," she shrugged as she headed up the hall to her next class.
"So, that's how you broke that door like that?"
"Super strong, and….I really have to work on controlling it sometimes when I get…tweaked."
"Well, Barkin can tweak you like no one else. Trust me, no one likes him, but they can't seem to get rid of him," the blonde grinned. "So, where are you headed next?"
"Uh, history with Mr. Spencer?"
"He's great. I've got first lunch. Maybe I'll see you later," she said. "And hey, if you do want to study with, look me up," she waved back as she kept going.
Kim stopped at the door, rechecked the number, and stepped inside to the class that she now knew pretty much looked like all of the other classes for the most part. She went to a seat in front since most of the classes also had most students ducking front seats. She wasn't sure why, but she didn't have any issue with seating, and just took the front-center seat and waited.
Even as several other students began filing in, the same short, squat man from Economics walked into the room and nodded at her.
"As you are new, Miss Possible, take a book from that shelf, and we'll be on Chapter Twelve in this class. You might want to review in case you want to add to the conversation today."
"Yes, sir," she said, and went the indicated shelf, pulled down a book, and returned to her desk. She quickly checked and sifted the chapter, and then went back to the start to go through the earlier chapters.
"Are you a speed reader," the man asked, and Kim now realized this was Mr. Spencer.
"Uh, I just read," she told him with a faint smile. "I don't really know how fast I am."
"Indeed. Indeed. Well, we shall find out, I am certain," the small man said as he watched the students now rushing in as the bell rang.
Kim listened to him call roll, trying to look around without being conspicuous as she tried to put names to faces. She had been trying all day, but sometimes she didn't see who answered, or they were absent. She had the feeling it might take her a while to figure out who everyone was, but she still felt she was doing well in spite of that misstep with Mr. Barkin.
She wasn't looking forward to talking to her folks about that, but she had to admit she had almost lost her temper. For a moment, though, she was back in the lab, and no one was listening while she tried to say what was on her mind. Only this time she wasn't swallowing her ire, and it almost got away from her. She just knew Shego wasn't going to let her slide on that one after all the time they spent on discipline and self-control.
Then the bell rang, and the next class began in earnest. Compared to the last class, she really enjoyed this one, especially when Mr. Spencer kept asking questions, and trying to get people discussing things. It was a lot more fun than her old tutor who had made history really dull and boring.
After lunch, which had no one she knew present, she had a Latin class she thought would be enjoyable just so she would learn what half those loons were babbling back in those labs when she was growing up. Half of them only used Latin, and it annoyed her since they wouldn't explain. After Latin, she had her only non-academic course and walked into the gym to find Coach Henshaw. The woman assigned her a locker, gave her a tee and shorts, and told her to change, and get on the gym floor without dawdling.
She went to change after finding an open locker and listened to a lot of the girls moaning, and complaining, because apparently the Squad had practice this period, and that left the rest of the class running laps.
Kim wasn't sure what they meant, but she supposed she would find out.
Changing clothes without worrying about modesty, something the scientists and researchers had never allowed her to learn, she went out to join the others already lining up, and realized Jessica was already there.
"Hello," she smiled at the blonde, who waved back.
"Who's that colorblind freak," a statuesque brunette asked the blonde.
"That's Kim Possible. The Comet Girl," she called Kim as Kim realized the girls in the uniforms were lining up separately from the rest of the class dressed like her in tees and shorts.
"Okay, ladies, you know the drills. We have a competition coming up, so I need to drill our Squad."
"Oh, they're the Squad," Kim asked another skinnier girl near her.
"Yeah," the girl said sourly, obviously not a fan.
"So line up, and I want full laps around the gym. No stopping," the coach told them as she blew her whistle while pointing, and most of the class trudged over to the side of the gym to start their laps.
"Possible," the coach asked. "You don't have any issues I need to know about, do you? Asthma, bone spurs, or something?"
"No, coach," she smiled. "I'm pretty fit."
"Right. Get going then, and let's see how far you can run," the woman said with a slight gleam of what seemed malice in her eyes.
"Okay," she smiled back all the same and remembered the last time she had run. Still, the pace the other girls were using wasn't very challenging, and Kim began to pull ahead with ease when she got tired to loping behind the others.
While the coach worked with the Squad, she also watched the others, proving her eyes were on them when she shouted at certain girls at times who lagged or tried to walk. By the time the class was half over, Kim had lapped the other girls twice and was about to do it again when the coach shouted for her to come over where she was drilling the cheerleaders through a lot of really seriously gymnastic moves.
Kim broke away from the girls again who just stared incredulously after her as she trotted over to the coach.
"Ma'am," she asked.
"You're not even breathing hard," Coach Henshaw mused, eyeing the slender redhead. "Just how fast can you run?"
"Uh, probably a lot faster," she admitted sheepishly.
"Really? How strong are you?"
"Uhm, to be honest, I don't think anyone has figured that out," she admitted.
"You've never tested yourself? So could you lift say, one-fifty," Coach Henshaw went on without waiting on a reply.
"Oh, that's nothing," Kim grinned.
"Really," she said again. "Rockwaller, over here," she gestured at the girls who stood waiting as they all eyed Kim standing by the coach.
"Coach," the brunette asked as she came over, eyed Kim up and down, and then looked down her nose at her.
"You've seen how we were practicing. Can you toss Bonnie up in the air, catch her, and hold her?"
"Uhm….."
"Just try. Ready, Rockwaller?"
"If she drops me," the other, shapelier teen huffed as those teal eyes narrowed on Kim with obvious distaste.
"Jessica and Hope will spot you, so don't worry," the coach nodded. "Okay, positions," she said, "And, Possible, just lift and catch."
"Right," Kim nodded, and knelt, let Bonnie put her foot in her joined hands as she was shown, and then tossed her up into the air.
Bonnie screamed as she rose all the way into the air to nearly face-plant the ceiling, and screamed as she began to fall again.
"Sorry," Kim shouted as some of the other girls gasped, and the rest of the class just stopped to gape as Kim told them, "I've got her," and leaped into the air, caught Bonnie in mid-air nearly twenty feet up, and then landed nearby without showing any effort.
"You…. You….."
"Sorry," Kim told Bonnie. "I thought I held back enough," she told her along with the others.
"Held back," Coach Henshaw said as she came over to gape at Kim. "That was holding back?"
"Well, yeah," Kim blushed. "I'm usually better when I'm doing martial arts, but for everyday stuff, I still sometimes have trouble holding back."
"I'll say. You should see what happened to the economics room's door when she slammed it," Jessica laughed.
"I am not putting my life in that….that lunatic's hands," Bonnie sputtered. "No way. No how. She's a menace!"
"Sorry," Kim sighed, and the coach just stared a moment before she blew her whistle, and shouted at the other girls to return to their laps.
"So," the woman turned to her, still grinning. "You've very strong then?"
"Uh, yeah. Still working on keeping things under control, though."
"Right, and you use martial arts to learn control?"
"Yes, ma'am. My….friend is teaching me, and she helped drill me or…. To be honest, I was really bad about holding back at all after I first escaped," Kim admitted.
"Escaped. Right. Right. The laboratory. I must say, it is one thing to read such an outrageous tale, but to see you…. How agile are you, Possible?"
"Well, I'm working on trying to do some gymnastics stuff I've seen lately. To add to my toning, discipline, and all," she smiled. "Plus, it looked like fun when I saw it on TV," she admitted with a faint smile.
"I see," she murmured and looked back to the Squad. "Basic drills, Rockwaller. Keep them moving," she told her and turned back to Kim. "Start here," she pointed out. "Try to tumble as far as you can across the middle of the floor. You know what I mean?"
"Sure. I saw that on TV, too. I like doing those," Kim nodded.
"Show me how far you can go."
Again the entire class froze and stared as Kim began to tumble across the gym the entire length of the floor as she almost flew over the polished wood without effort. She stopped just before she would have slammed into the wall, and grinned.
"Is that enough?"
"Come back the same way. Back to running, girls. You need it," she added for the others.
Kim came back across the floor, and jumped up to stop just short of the coach this time, and smiled.
"Nice form, too. We just need to figure out how to use you."
"Use me," she frowned now.
"What do you think of cheerleading, Possible," she asked her as the coached eyed her up and down as if assessing every inch of her.
"Uh, I didn't know anything about it until I saw the girls working today," she admitted.
"I'm going to give you a few tapes. Study them. Watch them. Pay close attention. You might just be a real star if we can figure out how to best incorporate you without….putting our girls into orbit," she joked grimly.
"Yeah, I'm really sorry….."
"Forget it. Things happen in practice." She eyed her watch and then eyed Kim again. "So, if I told you to run flat out for the rest of the hour, could you manage that?"
"Well, sure. I mean, I ran down a mountain once, and that was before…. Uh, before I got here," she amended, not about to mention she had been running from armed soldiers at the time.
"I see," the coach murmured again. "See me before you leave. I'll get you those tapes."
"Tapes," she frowned.
"Footage of cheerleading moves, and competitions. It'll give you a better idea of what we do."
"Well, okay, but I'd have to clear anything with mom and dad, and I really don't want to hurt anyone, so maybe…."
"As I said, we'll figure it out. Back to the laps, go. And run at your own pace, not what those turtles are doing," Coach Henshaw told her.
Even she paused to gape at the start when Kim went back to the class and began running, leaving them easily behind this time, and still lapping them even faster than before she had been called on.
"That girl is a freak," Bonnie complained when they were sent to shower.
If Kim heard her, she didn't say anything. Still, a lot of the girls were staring at the redhead with awe now.
To Be Continued….