"Hey look at that girl," Tucker observed, making sure to keep his voice low, and pointed behind his two friends to the other side of the cafeteria. Danny and Sam turned around to see the girl that he had noticed. She was rather small… probably only 5 4". She wore her long ginger hair in a loose, yet high, pony tail, and had rather chunky glasses perched atop her nose. She wore an olive-y green tank that ended right about her belly button, and cutoff jeans. If her odd appearance didn't give away that she was a new kid, she was holding a blue tray stacked with cafeteria food. Rookie mistake.

"She seems so… confused," Tucker realized.

"Yeah, we should invite her to have lunch with us," Danny agreed.

"Then go ask her!" Tucker suggested.

Danny was stunned. "Me? Why?" He asked surprised. "Girls always reject me. If we all want her to feel welcome, you should do it." Tucker's answer was defiant and he wasn't changing his mind. "What about Sam?" Danny asked. "Can't she ask her?"

"Sam's a bit..." He glanced over to look at her. "Well she can scare people off." Sam's purple lips spread into a smile, and she took Tucker's words as a compliment. The thought of scaring people off sounded nice to her. Grunting, Danny finally decided to walk over to this new girl, and invite her to lunch. He stood up and began walking towards the red head. The next thing he saw was a brawny blonde jock in a red jacket, and then his head hit the wall hard.

"Hey, Fentini out of my way!" Dash shouted. Danny rubbed his head, and was about to get his revenge by overshadowing him, but a pair of cutoff jeans blocked his view. "Hey there," she smiled, and offered her hand. Danny took it, and smiled back. "Thanks... er..."

"K-Kimberly," the girl said, awkwardly. The name sounded so weird. It just didn't roll off her tongue right, so she disregarded Global Justice's orders, and added, "But you can call me Kim. And it was no big."

Danny nodded, and extended his hand. " Danny," he greeted. "So are you, er, new here?"

The red headed girl smiled, and nodded shyly. "That obvious, huh?" Danny took the tray from her fingers, and tossed its items into a nearby trashcan. "First rule of thumb: don't eat that." Kim laughed, but couldn't help by wonder what she was supposed to do about lunch now.

"Come, on, you can share my lunch," he welcomed, and signaled for her to follow.

Danny, who was expecting a slap in the face for being so forward, was surprised when Kim smiled broadly and nodded.

Danny smiled back and led her to their table. "Kim, this is Tucker and Sam. Guys, this is Kim."

Kim pushed her fake glasses back onto the bridge of her nose as she threw a big smile, and greeted the two teenagers sitting before her. "Hey there!" She realized her right hand was rising because of the common habit of shaking people's hands with first appearances, but she didn't want to think these new possible friends thought of her as stuck up or too proper, so she casually turned her hand into a gentle wave to greet them instead.

She decided to sit next to the girl, thinking that they could be really close.

"Sam, right?" She asked cheerily.

The Goth-chic nodded. The preppy ginger girl had sat oddly close to her, and it was making her uncomfortable. Not realizing this, Kim only got closer, her green eyes peering into Sam's.

"Woah..." she breathed. "Are your eyes purple?" Kim asked, bewildered. She extended her left index finger and pointed it to the dark girl's eyes. Sam uncomfortably pushed her finger away from her face, and answered, "Er, yes, but I prefer to think of them as more of an 'amethyst.' Adds a bit of a unique touch, don't you think?"

To this, Kim shrugged, and replied, "I think that purple eyes are unique no matter what you call them, but amethyst definitely adds a little flair." Sam's only response was what Kim recognized as a look of annoyance, so it appeared they weren't going to be best friends…

She decided to turn her attention to the two boys, Danny and Tucker, sitting across from her.

"So I hope you forgive me for being so forward, but you guys are the only people I've talked to all day. Do you mind showing me around? Earlier in Physics, the teacher had to instruct me to the bathroom," she joked, though it was quite a humiliating experience. Danny laughed with her, and smiled gently. "Of course, we can head out right now-"

Damnit, Danny cursed as he breathed out icy cool air. Not here. Not now. He really wanted to show Kim around. He had a feeling they'd be good friends...

It didn't matter, though, because first and foremost he had to deal with his little... problem.

Kim stared quizzically at the black haired boy. "Are you alright?" she asked. One moment he had been perfectly fine and they were talking and laughing, and the next he exhaled sharply and froze. She had never seen anything like it before. Danny looked behind him, and appeared to be searching for something, which didn't make Kim feel much better.

Tucker and Sam both knew what was going on, and how they could help. "Come on, Kim, we'll show you around," Tucker smiled oddly and sprang to his feet. He was on the other side of the table in a second. Kim didn't acknowledge this, however, and continued to peer curiously at the boy. Sam then got up quickly too, and motioned for the new girl to do the same. She quickly thought of something most girls that looked like Kim did for "fun," and hesitantly asked, "Come on, Kim, I have to use the, er, bathroom." This was when Kim nearly pushed the table over getting up. Man was she strong. "I'll come with you," she volunteered.

Sam tried to smile through gritted teeth and smile. "Great," she muttered, angry at the company, but knowing she'd have to get this girl away from Danny. If it was anything Sam hated more than society, it was not being able to pee in solitude.

"Lead the way!" Kim smiled, and signaled for her to go first. Sam stomped off, but didn't fail to give Danny a "you'll-owe-me-for-this-one" look. Scared of what she was going to do, Danny shivered with Sam's glare, but they both knew he was thankful.

…

"So how long have you known Danny?" Kim asked cheerily as she fixed her hair in the mirror and waited for Sam, who didn't actually have to pee.

"Er, maybe four years? Since like eighth grade, I think," she guessed and poured some of her water into the toilet to fool Kim.

"That's so cute! So you guys are serious, then?" she asked, intrigued. Sam immediately emerged from the stall, and stared accusingly at the red head.

"Excuse me?"

"I mean you guys have been together for four years. You have to be like going steady or something," she smiled, and tied her hair off back into her loose, high pony.

Sam understood then what was happening, and quickly corrected her. "I think you're a little confused…" she hadn't planned on continuing, hoping the slightly ditzy girl would get it, but she just gave her a blank stare. Sam sighed and said, "We're not dating. Just friends. He's like my brother. Honestly, the thought of dating him is really… I don't know, like gross."

The realization was a shock. Kim realized how stupid she must have sounded to the girl that she appeared to already be on thin ice with. She put a hand to blushing face, and apologized for assuming. "I am so beyond sorry, Sam. I honestly just… wow I feel so dumb." Sam shrugged it off, and Kim was so grateful it hadn't gone any father.

Changing the subject, Kim said, "So I know where the bathroom is thanks to you. Do you think you can show me where I can find Mr. Flora's classroom?"

Sam froze. "Mr. Flora?" Mr. Flora had a reputation of being a difficult teacher that only the smartest of students could ever even get into his class, let alone pass. "As in the math teacher?" she clarified. Kim only nodded, though looked a little confused.

Sam realized that this giddy girl may be smarter than she was leading on, so she only swallowed and nodded, and showed her the way.

"Here it is," Sam stopped in front of room 131. The bell rang at that moment, and Kim, clutching her books against her green tank, smiled appreciatively and walked into the classroom. A senior that Sam had seen around since her freshman year, but never made an effort to know the name of, was walking through the threshold beside her. She quickly stopped him from entering and lowered her voice, not wanting the girl to hear. "What class is this?" she asked. The blonde, nerdy boy shot her a strange look and said, hesitantly, "AP Calculus… why do you ask?"

"My friend was taking it, and I, er, wanted to make sure I led her to right room. Later!" she skidded off into the hallway.

…

At the end of the day, Sam met Danny by his locker.

"Remember that sorta airy girl that sat with us today at lunch?" were the first words from her mouth.

Danny looked confused. "Airy? I thought she seemed really nice and funny?" He bent down, and placed his bulky Algebra II textbook into his bag.

"Beyond the point… she isn't dumb! She's in Flora's AP Cal class!" Danny dropped his English binder in shock, and a thousand papers of poems the teacher had handed out in class scattered. "You're lying!" he accused.

"Hey, I didn't want to believe it either. I mean she already has the looks going for her, does she have to be blessed with the brains, too?" Sam lamented, and leaned against the locker.

"Looks?" Danny asked, confused. "I mean she's okay, but I wouldn't call her… Wait, is that why you were so grouchy at lunch?" Danny joked, and stood up, having finally picked up all his papers that Sam hadn't helped with. Sam glared at him, her purple eyes narrowing. "What do you mean?"

"Well, you thought she was prettier than you. Isn't that a thing girls do? Hate girls who they think are better looking than them?"

Sam's lips curled into a snarl, and she was only getting angrier.

"The reason I was grouchy at lunch," she emphasized. "Was because a brainless red head sat next to me, and the first words out her mouth were, 'You're purple eyes' " Sam imitated in a brainless, confused voice. Danny laughed at her, which did improve Sam's mood, but she was still a little annoyed.

"Didn't we just decide she isn't brainless?" he smiled widely.

Sam smiled, too, and Danny shut his locker door just as Tucker walked up, smiling and laughing with a familiar red head. Danny noticed Sam roll her eyes.

"Hey guys," Tucker greeted as the two walked up. Kim simply smiled, and excused herself. "I'm gonna run to my locker," she announced and fled, clutching her large textbook against her chest as she walked away.

Tucker watched as Kim was finally out of ear shot to ask Danny what had been bugging him since lunch. "So what happened?" Tucker begged.

"Yeah," Sam remembered. "With the ghost? How'd it go?"

Danny laughed, and sighed, "Please it was just the lunch lady ghost. Can you believe I actually thought it was hard to defeat her? I literally just pointed the thermos at; she didn't even see it coming!"

Sam smiled, "Well, I'm glad everything worked out okay, but I'm not sure how that girl is going to fit into our group if she doesn't know your secret…"

Danny asked, sarcastically, "Are you suggesting we tell her or unbefriend her?" Sam smirked at his joke, but nonetheless punched him in the arm.

"Besides," Danny continued. "We're not even friends. She sat with us at lunch, so we'll worry about that if we actually become close with her."

"Sh!" Tucker warned his two friends whose backs were to the girl. "Here she comes."

"Kim!" Danny suddenly seemed very cheery, though it was clearly forced. He was trying to make it sound like they hadn't just been talking about her. He cleared his throat awkwardly, and offered, "We're going to Nasty Burger to work on some homework. Do you, er, want to come?"

Kim smiled at the sweet gesture, though she honestly had no desire to eat at a place with the adjective "nasty" describing their food. And she thought Bueno Nacho was bad! She made up a legitimate excuse that she actually intended to fulfill. "I actually have to go talk to a coach, but I'll see you guys tomorrow!" she promised.

Tucker waved goodbye and agreed to tomorrow, Sam was quite happy she wasn't coming, and Danny tried to act impartial, but he was kinda counting on her coming, especially if she was as good in math as Sam said…

Kim dashed off from the trio in search of the cheer practice.

…

Kim found herself quite lost while in search of the gym, and she believed she was going in circles. Not sure which way it was, she was going to give up, but then she saw it: at the end of the hallways through double doors that a volleyball player just walked out of. She peered inside her head, and raced to the doors.

Inside, she found a group of volleyball players working on defense, and what she had been searching for for 10 minutes: the cheer leaders. They stood around in individual pods talking to each other. Kim guessed there were maybe 12 girls. They didn't appear to have a coach, so she walked up to them, and introduced herself.

"Hey there!" she called. The girls continued talking to themselves, paying no attention to Kim. A few turned their heads, but no one really acknowledged her again.

"Hello?" She tried again, louder. "Could I speak to the captain please?" A Hispanic girl walked over. Kim was shocked. Jesus Christ was she pretty.

The girl pursed her lips and walked over, her long black hair swaying back and forth behind her back. Did everyone in this school have those luscious dark locks? she lamented. The tan girl with the seemingly perfect toned legs rested a hand on her hip, and only kept her blue-green eyes half-open so that Kim could see the purple eye shadow that lined them. The girl had mega long lashes, and Kim was unsure how to take her appearance in.

"What?" She demanded very pretentiously.

Kim hesitated, and pushed up the glasses that kept sliding down her nose. "Are you the captain?" She asked.

The girl sighed, "Duh."

She extended one hand, and smiled, "I'm Kim!"

The girl rolled her eyes, but played along. In a purposefully over exaggerated way, the girl reached for Kim's pale hand, and sarcastically smiled, "Paulina. It's such a pleasure to meet you!" The pleasure's mine, she thought sardonically, and mentally rolled her eyes.

Now that the girl who identified as Paulina spoke more than one word answers, Kim realized she had a slight accent.

"Hi Paulina," she repeated. "Today is actually my first day, and I was wondering if you could make an exception, and allow me to try out for the squad."

Paulina giggled girlishly. "You? Mmmh... No," the captain decided, and began to turn away from the nerd. Kim was rather shocked with this answer, and took a step back. "That's it? Without even a try out?"

Paulina turned back, and smiled empathetically, yet somehow with no emotion, and told the girl, "Sorry, but tryouts are closed. You can always try next year! Actually... With those looks, don't even bother." Just like the Bebe Robots, the dozen cheerleaders nodded simultaneously and laughed with their captain. Kim could handle one Bonnie, but a dozen of them? She'd just have to accept her faith, and realize she probably dodged a bullet anyways.

"Aw you have to resort to insults, how cute! It almost reminds me if middle school!" Kim said happily, her voice heavy with sarcasm. "Don't worry I'll stay out if your way." Kim walked away from the beautiful girl, and exited the gym. If she was being honest, she was rather disappointed. What was she going to do during her free time now?

...

"Girl, you cannot take that!" Monique encouraged as Kim explained what happened with the cheerleaders a few hours before.

"Punch the bitch in the face. Make her cry," Monique explained. Kim laughed, although she had to admit how much she'd like to hit that girl.

"Enough about the bitchy people," she decided. "Make any friends?" Kim shrugged. "I ate lunch with these people today, and they invited me to hang after school, but I'm not sure how I feel about them..."

"Spill," Monique instructed.

"Well it's a little trio. The girl, Sam, is Goth with these amazing purple eyes, and one of the boys, Tucker, is this techno nerd that reminds me of an older Wade. The other boy Danny just seems really normal. He has black hair and blue eyes, and he doesn't have a thing like the Goth Girl and Techno Boy… he's just a boy. It's a little strange," Kim explained on her friend sitting on the other side of the computer screen.

Kim and Monique were Skyping about Kim's first day undercover. Monique wanted to hear all about it, and Kim wanted company as she sat on the couch of her lonely, single person apartment.

"I agree. It's too strange for a normal boy to have weird friends. Keep an eye on him."

"Monique!" Kim laughed. "I'm not exactly normal. How many teen crime stoppers do you know?"

"Besides you? A freckle faced, blonde kid who's probably wondering where his best friend went."

Kim slapped herself in the face. "Shit," she realized her careless mistake. She forgot that this was the first big, solo mission for their team, and he was probably feeling down back in Middleton. "I'm gonna give him a call," Kim decided. Monique agreed it was the best thing to do, and they hung up. Kim quickly clicked on "cant_stop_ron_stoppable" as it is his timeless Skype name, and pressed video call.

…

Ron was sitting at home wasting time on his computer before bed. He glanced over at his backpack which contained his US History text book, and briefly thought of shutting down his computer and actually studying for the test tomorrow. What stopped him from ever deciding what to do was a little popup in the bottom right of his screen. He was getting a video call from a famous "Kim Possible," his best friend. Ex-best friend! He quickly reminded himself, and was about to deny the call. Then he thought about the good days when they actually went on missions together, and realized that rejecting the call was NOT the right thing to do. He should give her a piece of his mind! As soon as he pressed the accept button, however, his mood changed and he immediately regretted it.

"Ron!" Kim's chirpy voice carried over his speakers. Ron had forgotten about his anger, and smiled at the ginger friend of his. "KP!" he exclaimed. "Long time no see."

Kim felt the pang of his words, though Ron had not meant it that way at all. Still, the truth of his words got to both of them, and he remembered that he was supposed to be angry at her, not excited to see her.

"How's the 'super important, secret, undercover mission' Monique tells me about?" Ron folded his arms, and turned his head towards the sky in a snobby manner.

"Come on, Ron," Kim pleaded. "Don't be like that!"

"How can I not be like that? I thought we agreed that we were a team! You didn't even tell me where you were going! You didn't even tell me you had a mission! Monique had to do that!"

Kim apologized, but ensured, "You would hate this mission. The people in this town are freaks, believe me. I've met three kids that will actually talk to me, and one of them is a downer of a Goth girl, another one is a freakish techno geek with a beret , and the last one is appears, strangely, normally, so I'm guessing he's really the weirdest of them all."

Ron thought for a moment, before saying, "You know Kim, I gotta say it doesn't sound like my cup of tea…"

Kim laughed with her friend. "And they won't even let me join cheerleading! How rude is that?"

Ron agreed with his long lost friend the unjust action in that, but reminded himself when he wasn't allowed to be the Mad Dogs mascot, but he kept his mouth shut on reminding Kim of that.

"So what is the mission about?" Ron asked, intrigued. Kim shrugged. "I'm not totally sure… some ghost that's been causing trouble. I'm sure it's no big!"

"For your sake, I hope your right," Ron told her, glumly.

…

Kim glanced at her watch, and yawned. "I'm gonna get to sleep, Ron. Big day today, big day tomorrow, you know? Talk to you tomorrow!"

Ron smiled and said his farewell as well. Kim promptly shut her laptop, and stretched as she stood up. Her pink sweatpants hugged her hips smoothly, and she was wearing a short pink tank with a small heart of the chest. She slipped on her furry slippers, and walked to her bedroom in her apartment.

Once inside, she kicked off her slippers, set her alarm, and untied her hair. She hadn't realized how painful having a ponytail in your head all day could be, and was relieved when the red, voluminous strands were able to fall down.

Kim climbed into her cool sheets, and collapsed against the soft pillow. She was asleep in minutes.