Kim woke up with her beeping alarm on Tuesday morning. She stretched a bit and yawned. Realizing no one was around to reawake her if she accidentally went back to sleep, she sighed and threw off her warm covers, the icy air hitting her like a slap to the face. She finally willed herself to get out of bed, and lazily walked over to the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth.

Kim glanced at her phone for the time, and realized she only had thirty minutes until departure. She tamed her ginger locks, and pulled them into a fluffy, voluminous pony tail at the crown of her head.

She pushed her bulky glasses onto the bridge of her nose, and walked out of the bathroom to head for the closet. She threw on her tabletop and jeans, and headed for the kitchen. She still had fifteen minutes left, and intended to spend them eating breakfast.

She sighed, and poured herself some Cheerios. Cheerio… cheer… cheerleading... She still couldn't believe the cheer squad wouldn't accept her. If they had just seen her at Middleton High... they would have a different train of thought. She was, after all, the captain. She grabbed the milk, and filled up the rest of the bowl, angry at the stuck-up girls.

When she finished her cereal, Kim dashed from the apartment, and raced to school.

Luckily school was only 10 or so blocks away, a she was able to maintain the stamina through the whole run. She pushed open the front doors, and a throng of other students were standing around their lockers.

To Kim's right she witnessed the band room with four or five geeks standing outside, probably waiting for class to begin. She looked to her left, and saw curious people. The first one she saw was a blonde chick that she thought she remembered from cheerleading. She was practically eating an Asian boy's face. She clutched his towering red jacket, and he was running his fingers through her shiny blonde hair. Kim could do nothing else but gawk. It was so incredibly odd to find people's tongue's swirling each other's in a completely public setting. Kim had never really "made out" with someone before, so she always found it strange looking.

She witnessed the Hispanic girl from yesterday walk up to the blonde girl. Of course they'd be friends. After all they seemed quite similar...

Kim finally found her locker, and twisted the lock a few times at designated stopping points, until it clicked open. Kim stood with her face practically inside her locker, desperately trying to remember her first class. She finally realized it was English, which she hasn't gone to yesterday. Probably why she'd forgotten about it.

She grabbed the book The Scarlett Letter, and stuffed it into her backpack. She closed her locker door, and found a dark haired boy smiling at her on the other side. She nearly jumped out of her pants.

"Jeez, you scared me, Danny!" Kim accused. Danny smiled, and apologized, saying, "Sorry, didn't mean to… I just wanted to know what class do you have first? You may need help getting there," he said with a broad smile.

Kim blanked for a second, but suddenly remembered, "English."

"With Ms. Greene?"

Kim thought for a moment, making sure she was right in her head. "Yea I think so."

"So you're in my class! Come on I'll show you," Danny signaled, and began walking down the hall. Kim caught up with him as he led the way.

Luckily for Kim, they had just begun The Scarlett Letter, so makeup work was a breeze. Ms. Greene jabbered on for an hour about the beauty of literature, and normally Kim would've paid attention, but she wasn't in the mood today. This mission so far had been awful. She had to leave Monique, her family, and Ron, give up cheerleading, and live on her own. She still hadn't seen a single ghost. She was beginning to believe this whole thing was someone's idea of a practical joke, but she decided she'd get Wade to investigate it for her. As soon as the bell rang, she raced out, not even bothering to wait for Danny, and ran to the bathroom that Sam had shown her yesterday.

Once Kim checked that she was alone, she took out her kimmunicator. "Hey Kim," the young boy greeted. "How's the mission?"

"It's been pretty chill. Not much action, to be honest. But that is what I'm calling about. Can you research ghost boy for me? I need to know what this guy looks like."

"I'm on it," the boy began to type at his computer. "I'll send it over once I get it."

"You're the best Wade!" She complimented, and it beeped off. Kim stashed it into her bag just as the door swung open. It was the Hispanic girl, Paulina, and her blonde friend. They were talking to each other before they entered, and paused for only a moment to recognize the figure standing before them, before returning to their conversation. Kim rolled her eyes, and checked her appearance. She was about to walk out, but her kimmunicator went off. She checked the blue device, and saw the picture of the ghost boy. It was peculiar.

Kim almost had the thought of seeing this boy before. Maybe she saw him alive, and didn't even realize it? The thought gave her chills. He had gleaming white hair with electric green eyes. He wore a black jumpsuit with a strange emblem on the chest. So, this was the famous ghost boy. Kim remarked he didn't look that menacing, but she never questioned the orders given to her. She just had to figure out how to find him.

...

The rest of the day went by quickly, and before Kim knew it, it was lunch time: the worst part of the day for new kids.

Although she had found "friends" yesterday, she wasn't sure if their hospitality was going to carry over. The girl certainly didn't seem to like her...

Of course Kim did question whether or not it was worth it to try to find different people. This was, after all, strictly a mission, and she wasn't planning on becoming best friends with anyone. Her thoughts did change a bit when she glanced around the cafeteria. There was, of course, the popular kids table with all those red jackets and prissy cheerleaders. Kim recognized another table as those kids who'd earlier been waiting outside the band room, but other than that everyone just appeared normal – or as normal as you could get in a town that was supposed to be infested with ghosts.

How she wished Ron was here with her. He was always so good at being out there. He would just plop down next to someone, and they'd instantly become best friends. Kim wasn't so easy. She could talk to normal people, but the odd types always got her. She seemed to always say the wrong thing. Like with Felix.

A tap on the shoulder interrupted her thoughts. A dark skinned hand was resting just above her shoulder as she looked up into the face the hand belonged to. She instantly recognized it as her acquaintance Tucker.

"Not sure where to sit?" Tucked asked. Kim laughed awkwardly, ad brushed away her bangs just so she could have something to focus on besides her stupidity. "Yea," she confessed finally.

"Come on," he signaled with a flick of the head and a large smile.

"Thanks, I just wasn't sure…" Kim was unsure how to word this, so she decided to spit it out. "Well I wasn't sure if that offer carried over to today," she admitted. Tucker's smile only broadened, and he told her, "It carries over to every day." Kim was genuinely appreciative, and she knew that Tucker could tell.

They sat down in the same arrangement as the day before. The girls on one side, and the boys on the other.

"It's a simple question!" Sam argued, and Kim realized they had just dropped in on their conversation.

"What's the question?" Tucker asked, naturally. Sam turned her attention to Tucker, and asked the same thing. "Boobs or butt?"

Tucker didn't hesitate with his answer. "If I can't have both? Definitely butt."

Sam gestured towards her blushing friend, and told the techno nerd. "Well someone here refuses to answer."

"Who Danny?" Tucker asked. "Oh he prefers boobs."

"Tucker!" Danny accused.

Tucker shrugged as if it was no big deal, and Danny appeared humiliated. He rubbed his hands over his face in both embarrassment and frustration, and Sam broke the conversation with the boys, and turned to the girl sitting next to her. "Alright Kim, your turn: biceps or abs?" Sam paused for a moment before adding, "Now, personally, I prefer those arm muscles – especially when they're covered in tattoos. But it's you I'm curious about."

"Abs," Kim finally admitted, trying her best not to sound awkward. Danny's face was deepening in color through this conversation.

"Man, why are making this so awkward?" Sam questioned him. "This is an awkward conversation!" Danny argued. Sam rolled her eyes, and Tucker started a new conversation. "So Kim, are you in for Nasty Burger after school?"

The girl just smiled, and answered, "Sure!" since she had nothing to do with cheerleading being a bust. "Great!" Danny said, thankful for the conversation change. "We'll meet you by your locker after school today, and head over."

"How close is it?" Kim asked intrigued.

"It's a short drive, don't worry," Sam answered. Kim looked confused. "You guys drive there? Who has a car?"

"Sam," Danny and Tucker both chimed. Kim couldn't help but notice the envy in their voice. She didn't blame them. A car would be nice.

Kim heard her kimmunicator beep inside her backpack, and she excused herself from the table before taking it out. She didn't need Sam, Tucker, or Danny finding out about this mission. She headed to the locker room, since she had to get her books anyways, and tapped the screen of the handheld. A small face appeared on it, and Kim greeted the young boy. "Hey Wade. What's the sitch?"

"I found some useful information you can use about this ghost guy." The screen immediately changed to a PDF format, and Kim began reading.

The screen switched back, and Wade paraphrased, "Basically, he's seen between the hours of 8 pm and midnight."

"A night crawler. Just what I need," Kim lamented about her future busy nights, and waved goodbye to the young boy. She grabbed her books and headed to math class.

…

Tucker, Sam, and Danny met Kim by her locker, and Danny spoke up. "All set to get some work done?" Kim nodded to the trio, and they set off down the hall way through a back entrance that Kim had no idea existed, and she followed to the crowd, unsure where they were headed. Finally they stopped in front of a black Hurst, and they all climbed in. Kim had to admit that although the car looked sketchy, it was also thrilling.

As soon as the key turned forward in the ignition, Kim's ears practically began to bleed. Sam's car had been blaring heavy metal music that Kim had no recognizance of. She was able to pick out a few words: meth lab… ashes… something flames against something sky. Kim thought that Sam would turn it down, but instead she began to – if you could even call the screaming crap a song – sing along.

Thank god that Sam was right about the short drive. They were there within five minutes. Tucker and Sam, who had been sitting in the front two seats, were the first to jump out, probably because they were the only ones who could see clearly out the car. Danny soon followed their example, and followed, and Kim caught on, and jumped out herself.

"So, do you guys come here often?"

Kim asked the threesome. It was Danny who answered. "With lunch food like that? We have it for lunch after school every day."

Kim was grateful that this was lunch because she was hungry. For a girl who normally didn't have much of an appetite, Kim found two days without lunch gruesome.

Tucker ordered a bacon cheese burger, and stepped to the side for Sam. She didn't even glance at the menu before saying she'd have a salad. Danny walked up next and said he'd have double patty hamburger, and finally Kim's turn came with a Jr. Nasty.

Once the four friends were seated, the two boys piles into their trays whereas the girls attempted it more politely.

"So Sam," Kim began. "Don't like hamburgers?" She guessed.

"Actually I'm an ultrarecyclo-vegetarian." Sam noticed Kim's blank face and continued, "I don't eat anything with a face."

"A good way to live," Kim agreed, trying to relate to the odd girl.

Danny and Tucker both got out their textbooks, and started on homework. Kim liked the way they thought. If she was going to be hunting a ghost kid every night, she'd want to at least not fall behind on school work.

The hours passed, and before Kim knew it, it was six o'clock. The trio seemed in a rush to get somewhere, too, so Kim decided to walk home. It was closer than she thought, so she was home by six thirty, and had over an hour to kill before mission work, which she spent doing physics… what a way to live.

…

Kim glanced at the clock. 7:45. Go time. She rose from the living room couch, and practically sprinted to her closet. She pulled out her traditional blak turtleneck and cargo pants. She laced a belt around her hips, and loaded the kimmunicator and a few other gifts from Wade into the pockets. She was stepping over the threshold of the door when she realized she was forgetting that her identity had to remain a secret.

She ran back to her closet ad grabbed the black ski mask she was given. Yanking it over her, head she glanced in the mirror, and realized she looked positively ridiculous. Still, she'd already disregarded one rule, so she figured she should stick to this one. Kim took off into the night in search of this ghost boy.

Kim wasn't prepared to do much fighting tonight. She decided that this was going to be strictly observance, and that no strikes would be thrown. She intended to stay high up and out of sight, which was easier than she'd thought. Who knew that Amity Park had an Amity Park, park? She propped herself on top a tall lamppost above a bench in the city's park, and waited.

Every now and then she'd feel a rustle of the leaves – it was fall after all – but they were nothing more than that: leaves in the windy air.

Kim checked the time again, and realized it was 8:30. Almost an hour had gone by without a single disturbance. Then she heard it.

It wasn't so much a sound of pain or worry, but… laughter. Kim's acute ears turned in the direction of the noise, when she saw… something. Whatever it was, was moving fast!

Now that it was closer, Kim could see it was a boy – with freakish white hair. She immediately knew who had just shown up, and on instinct got into a squatting position, ready to pounce if need be, and still remain her balance on top the lamp.

Kim's eyes peered closer to the boy. He looked about her age with tan skin, and snow white hair that only made his skin appear darker. In person, Kim could really tell just how electrifying those eyes were. Those glowing green eyes sent shivers down her spine. He even had a faint glow to him.

His expression was the weirdest part about him, though. What she was told was menacing and evil, appeared happy and full of life – which Kim guessed was an odd trait for a ghost.

The ghost immediately stopped flying, and legs appeared from his white belt where a smoky glow had once been. He walked around a bit, before plopping down on the bench underneath the lamp Kim was currently sitting on. He raised one hand and a ball of ectoplasm appeared it in. It just sorta floated above his open palm. The ghost would inhale and the ball grew to three times it's initial size, then when the young boy exhaled it would shrink back down. This was Kim's first encounter with the ghost, but they weren't supposed to breathe, were they? Kim made a mental note to do research on this subject. The only reason she hadn't before was she was unsure how much fact she was going to get, and how much made up superstitions. Maybe Wade could get on that… The ghost boy interrupted Kim's thoughts. He stood up and stretched a bit, and began to walk around. He even yawned, which was not okay because it was making Kim very tired. All she could think about was how she could be in her warm bed. But there was still a ghost boy to catch, and she had to figure out his weaknesses.

But as of right now, he was just sitting there. He literally wasn't bothering anyone or anything. Kim let out a long yawn, but continued to stay perched above the boy.

A few hours had passed and he still hadn't moved, which meant she hadn't moved. It was now almost midnight. When would this kid give up and go home? Of course, Kim had no idea whether or not ghosts actually slept.

He slumped against the back of the bench. Faintly, Kim could hear him breath, "Slow night." What did that even mean?

Through the damn ski mask, Kim could hardly see a thing. She desperately wanted to pull it off, but what if this ghost did find out her identity. If he was as evil as the Guys in White had told her, she really wanted to keep Kim Possible a secret.

She glanced at her phone one last time and realized it was now 12:30, and yawned. The young ghost boy did the same thing, and rose from the bench. He stretched a bit, and began lazily walk away. Kim was about to hop down and follow him, but he blasted off into the dark sky, and was out of sight in seconds.

Kim stared after him, but knew it was no use to follow. She hurried home. Hopefully, she'd be able to get to sleep before 2, so she tried to run up the apartment stairs as quickly as she could. She had no energy left in her, and simply crashed on the living room couch. She briefly opened her eyes and saw it was 1 o'clock. She smiled. She could sleep for six hours, perfect.

Kim fell asleep within ten minutes.