Chapter Three Moanday, Moanday

Kim drove the Sloth through the open gates of Monster High, and parked in the student lot. She and Draculaura got out and headed inside, so Kim could get her books and schedule. A number of monsters who were loitering outside stared.

"Welcome to Monster High, Kim Possible!" said Headless Headmistress Bloodgood. She was standing beside her desk, while her head rested on it. Her blue horse, Nightmare, stared at Kim with round, red eyes and neighed.

Kim hardly blinked at the sight. She was getting used to the strange things around her already, and had decided to act like everything was normal. If she could.

"Thank you, Ma'am," she replied, "I'll do my best while here."

"I'm sure you will. I've read the report of Draculaura's trip, and want to thank you for protecting her," said the elegant woman.

"No big. I believe in this program, and want it to work," was the reply.

"Very good. Your books, schedule, and map are in the locker you've been assigned. Draculaura will help you find it. If you need anything, don't hesitate to find me," said Ms. Bloodgood, handing Kim a piece of paper with the locker number on it.

"Thank you, ma'am," said Kim.

Outside the office they were joined by Frankie and Clawdeen, and together they found Kim's locker. It wasn't anywhere near D-la or her friend's lockers. It was shaped like a coffin, and the lock like a skull.

"Well, at least it's consistent with the rest of the decor..." Kim thought.

Frankie took Kim's class schedule and texted it to their gang. "That way we know who shares a class with you," she explained.

Kim pursed her lips and wrinkled her brow. "Is this part of you trying to protect me?"

"Well... yes," said Frankie, "We know you can take care of yourself, but you saved Draculaura's unlife, and we want to do everything we can for you. You don't know anything about Monster High, and there are things here even you would have trouble with."

"But..."

"Just accept it, ghoulfriend," said Clawdeen. "It's gonna happen anyway."

Kim smiled. "All right, you win. Which way to... uh... Home... Ick?"

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Kim was intrigued with the variety of monsters attending the school, as well as the teachers. Beyond some stares and a few monsters coming over to meet her, the morning passed uneventfully. At least, as uneventfully as it gets in Monster High.

As they walked between classes, Kim and Ghoulia saw a regular sight- a short student with blue skin wearing a white shirt opening his locker and being grabbed and pulled in by a tentacle. The door slammed behind him.

Kim got immediately set to help, but was stopped by the zombie putting a hand on her arm. "Uhhhh..." she said, and from the Kimmunicator came, "Don't worry about it, it happens nearly every day. You'd think he would have learned by now."

Kim looked at her. "So... he doesn't need help?"

Just then the locker door opened, and the student was expelled, falling ungracefully to the floor. He was covered with slime, and his clothes were disheveled, but was otherwise fine.

"Nope," Ghoulia smiled.

"Ghoulia, there you are!" said Cleo, coming up to them as students parted for her like the Red Sea. "What are you doing here?"

"Showing Kim to her next class," answered the zombie-girl.

"I see... well, I suppose... just this once... I can get my OWN books from my locker," she said imperiously, and turned and walked away.

"Why do you let her treat you like that?" asked Kim as they resumed their walk.

"It's complicated," was the answer, "I may be the 'smartest ghoul in school', but I'm still a zombie. I'm obedient by nature, and Cleo is a force of nature."

Kim laughed. "I noticed that."

"I need direction and duties. Otherwise I'd be like most of the other zombies here," said Ghoulia, waving at Slow Moe as he passed by going the other way. "Cleo gives me that. She's not really as bad as she seems at first. She had an eye-opener some time ago, and treats me much better than she used to."

"Well..." said Kim.

"She's my best friend, Kim. It's okay. We like our relationship the way it is," said Ghoulia.

"Oh, I wasn't going to interfere, don't worry. I was just curious," Kim assured her.

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Lunch presented Kim with a problem. She didn't recognize anything in the trays, either the green ones or the black. She was holding up the line, and monsters behind her were starting to grumble about the normie taking too long.

Clawdeen came up to her. "What's the problem?" she asked.

Kim gestured at the counter. "I have no idea what any of this is."

"Oh, I get it..." she turned and scanned the room. "Hey, Jackson, c'mere and help your fellow normie!"

The boy with glasses and black hair (with a blond fringe) got up from beside his girlfriend Frankie and came over to them.

"Kim Possible, this is Jackson Jekyll," said Clawdeen, "He's the closest thing to a normie we've got, so he can help you find something."

"H- hi," said the shy boy, blushing, "It's really great to meet you."

"WILL YOU HURRY UP?" said a tall plant-monster girl who was next in line, "WE'RE HUNGRY!"

Taking the hint, Jackson got Kim a selection he thought she could live with, then went back to the table.

Kim paid for her lunch, and went to join her friends. Two very large monsters, one of whom had the head of a bull and a red t-shirt with a maze on it, steered in her direction. They tried to elbow Kim as she passed between them, but she ducked and slipped between, paying attention only to her goal. She hadn't even noticed the attempt.

The two turned and stared open-mouthed at the normie as she sat down and greeted the others. Said others had watched the attempt, and were impressed. This Kim Possible did seem to be 'all that'.

Trying each dish, she found them gross-looking but palatable and filling.

"How is it, love?" asked Lagoona. She and her boyfriend Gil were sharing a plate of kelp.

"Pretty good, actually," said Kim, "Better than the mystery meat we get served at home."

"You get mystery meat?" everyone exclaimed at once, except Draculaura, who looked a bit queasy.

"Aw, man, I LOVE mystery meat!" said Clawdeen.

"Better you than me," said Kim.

"Next time they have it, you should get what isn't used and ship it to us," said Cleo. "We'd love a treat like that."

"I think they recycle it to us the next week," was the answer.

"Even better," said Clawd, and it was Kim's turn to look a bit queasy.

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After lunch Kim had Mr. Rotter for the second time; Monster Hiss-tory in the morning, Dead Languages in the afternoon.

"Miss Possible," he said in his thick accent, "Since you're only here for a week, I won't expect much class participation from you. Do you know any dead languages?"

"I know some Latin," she answered, looking up at the tall man with the wide eyes and blue-gray skin. His glasses were on top of his head.

"Latin, pfft," he scoffed, "The body is still warm."

The redhead paid more attention in Mad Science, since several of her villains specialized in it. Mr. Hack took great delight in shoving the lesson down the student's collective throats. He also called on her frequently, and she was able to answer his questions, having experience with many of the things mentioned or demonstrated.

After class he called her over.

"Oi, Possible," he said, "I gotta admit, you know your mad science!"

"Thank you, sir!" Kim beamed. She wasn't sure she had done very well.

"Next time you see your Professor Dementor, tell him 'hi', from Old Hack."

'You know him?" she asked, surprised.

"Yeah, we went to uni together," he answered.

"I'll be sure to do that. What about Dr. Drakken?"

The teacher waved that off. "That phony? He doesn't even have a degree in Mad Science. If he really wants to take over the world, he needs to get an education first."

Kim cracked up, and promised to pass that message along as well.

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Classes ended and the Fearleading Squad met in the gym and dressed out for practice. They did some warm-ups, then turned attention to their guest.

"All right, Kimberly, show us what you've got. Maybe some of it will be worthy of Monster High's fearleaders," said Cleo. She stood with folded arms, and the others standing beside her.

They arranged some of the gym equipment to Kim's liking, and she did indeed show them what she had. Everyone watching stood with mouth open except Draculaura, who had a knowing smile.

"See? What did I tell you?" asked the petite vampire.

"You certainly weren't exaggerating, that's for sure," said Frankie. "Wow, Kim, that was great!"

"No big. I did that routine five years ago, when I first joined the cheer squad in middle school," she answered.

Since the fearleader's routines were designed for three or four, someone would step aside and let Kim have their place in each one. The normie girl picked them up quickly, impressing the others even more.

She made several suggestions, always deferring to Cleo's judgment. To her credit, the mummy-girl was fair and did agree with quite a few of them.

As they headed for the door later, Cleo walked beside Kim. "I see we can learn from you. I'm actually impressed."

"No big, Cleo, I like to help," said Kim.

"Ra knows these weak links could use it," said the mummy-girl.

"CLEO!" yelled everyone else.