Hello, people! It's time to continue the long explanation of why Indigo is in prison. Let us continue, shall we?
"A plot? What type of plot?" Dante asked with an raised eyebrow. Indigo rolled her eyes.
"An evil one, duh?"
"Okay, okay. That's enough, you two," Shego said, who was sitting inbetween the twins so she didn't want them to fight. Drakken sighed.
"Be quiet and listen for a second, please? Okay, my plan is to...destroy Kim Possible!" Dante cocked his head to the side.
"Who's that?"
"Their old arch nemesis," Indigo explained, then turned to her father, "But what does that have to do with us?"
"Well, your brainiac of a father," Shego started, "didn't realize that Kimmie somewhat retired from the hero biz about 5 or so years ago but still works at Global Justice."
"Still not getting where this involves us," Indigo said.
"We later learned," Drakken stated, a bit annoyed from his daughter's outburst, "That she had a child. It is about your age."
"It?" Dante asked.
"We don't know whether or not it's a boy or girl," Drakken said.
"Wow, good researching, Dad," Indigo said. Drakken eyed her then grumbled.
"You women! I can never tell if you're being sweet or sarcastic." He heard Indigo snickering and he rolled his eyes, "The point is your going to high school."
"But, Dad," Dante started, "We finished school years ago."
"Yes, yes, I know but this is as a disguise. The child now goes to Middleton High. You just have to find the kid, gather his weaknesses, and entertain him or her in the art of villainy. I can already imagine Kim Possible's face when she sees her own child turn against her." Drakken let out an evil laugh, "And you guys don't have a choice because I already enrolled you in the school. You start next Monday as sophomores."
"Joy, I get to deal with kids my age," Indigo said sarcastically with a frown.
"Hey, you might actually get a friend," Dante said.
"I don't need friends," Indigo said in a matter-of-fact tone.
A week has passed as Drakken and Shego gathered supplies to prepare the twins for their first day of high school.
"Okay," Shego started, "Everybody has everything in book bags? Paper, pencils, et cetera?"
"Yes, Mom," Dante answered.
"Okay, now this is very important," Drakken started, "You know how you're both geniuses?" Dante and Annabella nodded, "You can't show the other students or teachers that. Stay under the radar. That means no showing off, Annabella."
"I wasn't," Annabella said defensively. Drakken then handed them each a sheet of paper.
"This is your class schedule," the twins both looked at their schedule and their expressions were the complete opposite from each other.
"Cool! AP Biology! AP English! AP History! I have all AP classes!" Dante said extremely excited. Annabella, on the other hand...
"What is this? Basic Algebra? Basic Chemistry? All my classes are mediocre!" She glared at Drakken. "What is the meaning of this?"
"Look, we don't what type of classes the child has so I did this to cover more ground."
"By giving me slacker classes?!" Annabella yelled.
"I also thought you would be able to manipulate people into telling you his or her location." Drakken added, trying to avoid Annabella having a tantrum and flaring up her somewhat controllable powers.
"Hmm, okay."
"Um, Dad?" Dante started, "Why does our schedules say our actual names on them?"
"It's called hiding in plain sight. Well, except for really Annabella. She going for the Clark Kent Effect."
"Excuse me?" Drakken handed Annabella a pair of thin framed glasses.
"We need to make you look less like Indigo and more like Annabella."
"They're the same person," Annabella said with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes, but they don't need to know that," Drakken said, holding up a mirror to her face, "Now put on the glasses. I want to see what they look like." Annabella sighed but complied anyway. "See? You look like a totally different person!"
"I look exactly the same," Annabella pressed though clenched teeth. Drakken started laughing nervously.
"You just reminded me of something," Then Drakken pulled out a pair of leather fingerless gloves and handed them to Annabella.
"What are these for?"
"While they look normal gloves, they're actually designed to prevent your plasma to emerge from anywhere other than your hands and only on command."
"Why don't I get any gloves?" Dante asked. Shego patted his head.
"It's because Hannah doesn't know how to control her anger," Shego explained.
"Well, the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree, dear," Drakken said.
"Excuse me?" Shego looking over to Drakken. Annabella, meanwhile, was examining the gloves and put them on.
"Hmm, even though I hate the reason for them, they do make me look badass."
"What about with the glasses?" Dante asked. Annabella shrugged.
"I don't know. They don't look that bad. I think I look pretty cute!" She preened.
"Oh, yeah, that's another thing," Drakken added, "No boys! You are extremely beautiful like your mom and all the boys will be trying to get with you. Don't mess with them!"
"Dad, calm down," Annabella said, "I know better. And if they try anything," she cracked her fingers, "they'll know not to."
"Attagirl," Drakken said with a smile, then looked over Shego, who rolled her eye. "Now, we need to get you two to school. Let's go."
The family rushed the hovercraft over to Middleton High in less than twenty minutes due to speeding. The hovercraft landed but Annabella and Dante noticed something was off.
"Um, where's the school?" Annabella asked.
"Yeah, about that," Drakken started, "To not aroused any suspicions, we kind of have to drop you off a mile away and you have to walk the rest of the way." Both of the twins groaned. "Have a fun day at school!" Shego hugged Annabella and Dante as did Drakken before bringing the hovercraft into the air. "Remember the mission!" Drakken yelled before driving off. Dante then looked over Annabella.
"Well, I can already tell that this is going to a fun day," Dante said. Annabella rolled her eyes.
"Yep, fun," Annabella said, walking towards the school.
This chapter is shorter than normal but it was the only place with a natural pause. Anyway, hoped you enjoy and you know the drill.