A/N: I haven't seen more than a few episodes of Kim Possible, so bear with me if I make too many mistakes. I will create Shego's whole family from my imagination. If You have any suggestions, complaints or really anything at all, just let me know. This will be posted at both and piece of work is (I think) strongly influenced by above all the "College"-fanfic at by ilse4302; I mean no harm or plagiarism by this and any similarities are purely coincidental. (You rock by the way ilse4302)
On with Chapter 2
The sweet smell of breakfast permeated the air at the Possible residence, waking the oldest child slowly.
Said person sat up in her bed, yawning and glaring at her bedside clock that accused her with some numbers.
"I won't be late..." She said, mostly to herself, but maybe a part of her had said it to the clock. Who knows? Who cares?
All that Kim Possible knew what that she was up to another week of torment. The weekend had flown by too quickly, and she was not ready to face school.
Well...school was all right, a straight A student rarely complained about the studies, but Kim was a member of the unfortunate class.
Middleton High School was divided into two major factors with several layers. At the top there were the "Queens"; the unofficial rulers of the school.
Not even lunch was allowed some students. Those students belonged to the lower class; the Bullied. It was a sad existence; not being able to defend oneself or change anything.
As was usual in these situations; Kim was a straight A student who was moderately social, prone to be seen reading than chatting.
Of course she was in the lower half of the school.
Kim hated the Queens, as did all Bullied ones. But Kim had a special place in hell that was close to Bonnie and Monique. Maybe it was because Kim had been Monique's best friend since third grade, and now Monique was a queen.
Kim shook her head to clear it of sleep and unwanted thoughts. She yawned again and slowly rose, trying to make the feeling easier to remember.
Kimberly's mother called a few seconds later from downstairs. Kim sighed heavily, dragging herself from the bed completely now; dropping the covers to the floor and making her way to the shower. The showerhead had cracked and immediately sprayed Kim with freezing water the moment it was turned on. Kim really wished she didn't completely believe in omens. The wish intensified as the last towel in the bathroom was used to clean up the tweebs last science project. A rotten start to a rotten day…Kim wished for the thousandth time that she would come to a school where Bonnie got smeared on the sidewalk by an 18-wheeler, preferably one that would back up and park on her.
Shego on the other hand was practically skipping down the road on her way to Middleton High, her hair whipping behind her at dangerous velocities. Her schoolbag swung by her side and rattled with the contents of her pen case. Brighter than a yolk-up egg in a fusion plant, Shego was for once looking forward to a day in school. This year was going to be a mere formality for her to get through after all, and there was no cloud in her personal little sky as far as she could see. After a hearty breakfast and a ten minute laugh-break with the family cat; Shego was top of the notch.
Kim ran across a street in blind worry. She could not be late for the first day of school. It would mean at least three more days of humiliation by the lockers from the Queens. A Porsche blared at her for making it slam on its brakes, but Kim just kept running, succeeding in making an over-sized van stop too. For the record; Kim's personal sky was clotted black, the sun had long since given up hope and went to the Himalayas for all Kim knew. Despair was just waiting to pour down on Kim, and as fate or whatever other cruel force there is would have it; something happened only halfway to school.
A flash of red hair was the thing Shego saw around a corner before said hair collided with her and sent them both to the ground.
"Owie…doy! Ever heard of….whoa…" Shego started shouting, but halted herself as she saw the lithe girl on the ground before her. Almost in tears, the girl had scooted up against the wall.
'Black hair,' she thought, 'that's Monique…the Queens are gonna kill me even before school's started…' A throat was cleared in the vicinity and Kim slowly looked up. What met her was a hand. Not a fist bound for her face, but an open hand offering to help her up. She glanced at the owner of the hand and sighed a breath of relief. Shego blinked and waved her hand in front of Kim, getting her attention.
"You okay there pumpkin?" Shego clamped her free hand over her mouth as her mother slipped out of her mouth. No; not literally, to clarify: Shego's mother called her a bunch of things when Shego was younger and they stuck in the front of her head. Kim stared at Shego for a moment, shook her head and nodded. She cautiously grabbed the hand and was helped up on her feet. She then immediately started to apologize and dive on the ground for her backpack. Shego raised an eyebrow at the scene. Then she too got down and started picking up the things that had scattered over the sidewalk, some Kim's; some her own.
"So…Middleton High…right?" Shego asked as they stood. Kim just nodded briefly before returning her gaze to the sidewalk. It was unbearable for Kim; she felt so awkward. She had just knocked down a person who then helped her; instead of shouting at her or trying to hit her.
"How old are you by the way?" Kim kept staring the sidewalk into submission. Shego started walking the way towards the school.
"Come on girl, talk to me. You can tell me while we walk." Kim shrugged and fell in line with Shego.
"Age? How old did you say you were? I'm eighteen by the way." Kim was if possible more ashamed of herself than before, now she had knocked down an adult!
"Sixteen…" Kim whispered. Shego had to guess half of the word, but guessed she got it anyway.
"We might get in the same class then." Shego totally lost Kim there; said redhead just stared at the pale-skinned stranger as if she grew three more heads, all of them discussing quantum physics, getting the result of all equations ending in poodles with hot sauce in an electric guitar. Noticing Kim's dumbfounded look, Shego explained with a smile.
"I've been away from school one year, grew dull during that so I had to retake TWO years." Kim just kept walking. Every reaction possible was….nothing; de nada.
The small talk monologue went on and on from Shego all the way to school, trying to get the redhead to lighten up. But what little mood that had been built simply base jumped with zero parachutes as the doors to the school auditorium towered before them.
'Terrific…" Kim thought, 'Late on the first day, again…" She sighed, sniffed and counted to three. Or rather to one, then Shego literally kicked the doors open, rudely interrupting the principal's speech along with all chatter in the room.
"Good to be back, eh?!" Silence nearly busted their eardrums. Kim slunk in and sat down at the far back bench, trying to shrink through the ground. The ground wanted to keep Kim where she was though, so…waddaya gonna do? Shego sat down besides Kim, putting her feet up on the bench before her and sighed in content. The principal glared daggers, but continued with his speech again. It was rehearsed after all, and you can't let a good summer's worth of speech-writing get spoiled, can you? Shego leaned in towards Kim and whispered.
"Name's Shego by the way, meet ya at the lockers later, ok?" Kim only nodded and whispered back.
"I'm Kim…" Shego beamed a shining smile at her and then got busy filing her nails. Kim didn't mind, because maybe, her mind reasoned, just maybe she could get a friend.
"I'm Kim…" And hope began to grow anew in Kim's heart.