The Choices We Make Ch 4 Off To School

Okay ppl chapter four. Kim leaves for school. I know some of you are going to be angry. We all want more of the high school angsty action, but thats not where I want the story to end up. So after this chapter its time travel time. I will of course be forced to do some flashbacks for storytelling. Sorry for disappointing those seeking angsty.

Here we go.

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Kim sighed as she set down her tray. Mr. Bundy's diet regiment didn't stop at the hospital. "What the hell is that?" Ron asked with a look of disgust on his face.

Monique wrinkled her nose. "I agree."

Kim looked down at the gallon sized Zip lock bag on her tray. It was filled with a mostly liquid mass of pureed fruits and vegetables. "Today is liquid lunch day. Its fruits and vegetables." She sat down. "Kind of a super V-8. Its not really all that bad. It just looks unappetizing."

"To be honest it looks like baby vomit." Ron commented.

Kim scowled at him. "Well thanks Ron. That makes it so much easier to eat."

He took a bite of his cheese pizza after cutting off some for Rufus. "Sorry."

Kim bit off a corner and started sucking the stuff out. She stopped for a breath. "Want to try some?" She passed it to Monique who violently shook her head.

She turned to Ron. "If Rufus tries it first."

Kim handed the corner to Rufus who shook his head. "Aw, C'mon. It's really not that bad." Guilted into doing it the rodent reluctantly took a small draw on it and his face brightened. "See. Told you."

Ron scowled down at Rufus. "Traitor." Ron took the bag. He took a small sip and swished it around in his mouth experimentally before handing it back to Kim. "There. I tried it. Now I can say I don't like it. Its not bad, but why drink that when I have cheesy goodness in front of me?"

Kim nodded. "As fatty and just downright unhealthy it is, I agree." Kim drank deeply from her bag. "I so want a cheeseburger right now. A big greasy cheeseburger."

Monique looked at Kim sidelong. "You! A Cheeseburger?"

"I know. Its evil, but so delicious." Kim got a dreamy look on her face.

"Why don't you?" Ron asked.

Kim shook her head to get the image out of her head. "I got to stick to the diet."

Ron looked around the room. "I don't see Mr. Mongo around, do you?"

Kim laughed. "The guys diet got me out of the hospital months before the doctors said I would even be walking." Kim held up the bag-o-biomass. "As unappetizing it is, it works mad crazy well."

"K, What the hell are you eating?" Bonnie passed the table.

Ron quickly took the bag and put some in his empty cup. "Baby puke, here catch!" Ron tossed the cup at Bonnie.

The cup landed on her tray and splashed up on her face. Utter silence and dropped jaws surrounded the table. Bonnie screamed bloody murder before dropping her tray like it was on fire and running from the cafeteria. Ron was laughing hysterically and slapping the table with Rufus.

"Oh my god, Ron! I can't believe you just did that." Kim took her bag back.

Ron wiped tears from his face. "Sorry... It was... It was just... so easy." His head hit the table as he continued to laugh.

"So are you going to clean up the mess, or just leave it?" Monique asked.

Ron nodded. Laughing too hard to answer. He got up and began picking up Bonnie's dropped lunch.

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Kim walked slowly into the gym. She didn't want to do this. As much as she hated to it was something that needed to be done. She stopped short of where her squad mates were practicing and waited. They soon finished the amazing routine and she was confronted by Bonnie. "Is the cripple back to take her title?"

Kim heard the gym door open and close behind her. "No B. I'm here to formally hand over captain to you. I quit the cheer squad."

There was an overall grumble of discontent. "But, why Kim? You'll be fine in no time won't you?" Tara took several steps forward.

Kim shook her head and felt a huge hand rest on her shoulder giving her support. Kim looked up briefly to confirm it was who she though it was. "I want to believe that Tara, but the truth is its going to take me a year of intense training to get me close to where I was." They were all crestfallen. "Bonnie is a great captain. You guys will be fine. I wasn't all that great in the first place."

Again there was a general cry of dismay and unbelief. "Okay everyone. Drama over." Bonnie turned from Kim. "Take places, lets go. Only a week for the next competition."

Mr. Bundy gently guided Kim away and toward the weight room. "I know how hard that must have been."

Kim shook her head slowly. "It really wasn't though. Is that bad?"

Mr. Bundy laughed. "I don't know. I'm not the one who has to decide that."

"I guess." Kim left Mr. Bundy at the weight room as she continued on to the locker room to change.

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Bonnie turned off the lights in the locker room. She was always the last to leave as of late. Passing the weight room she heard cry of female frustration echo from the doorway. Curious she peeked in. Kim was alone doing squats. Or attempting to. Kim was desperately trying to finish a rep. Her bad leg, or what she assumed was the bad one because of all the scarring on it, was spasming violently. So much that Bonnie could watch the different muscles tense and relax randomly. "That has got to hurt." She spoke softly to herself. Finally Kim finished the rep and let the bar slam home. Bonnie watched as Kim's eyes roll back in her head and begin to fall forward. Thinking quickly Bonnie rushed forward and chucked her gym back just in time for Kim's head to land on it and not crack on the cement.

Bonnie rushed forward. "Jesus Christ K! What the hell are you doing?"

Bonnie had to turn Kim over and shake her before she came around. "What happened?"

"You about cracked your head open, idiot."

Kim turned her head to see Bonnie's bag. "Thanks for the save." Kim gritted her teeth.

"I shouldn't have had to. What the hell were you thinking?"

Kim pulled herself up to sit against a support bar. Her eyes squeezed shut against the pain. "I just wanted to get a few more reps out before going home."

"So your therapist approves?"

Kim whimpered and she gripped her thigh. "We finished our workout. I stayed behind for a little more." She began roughly massaging her thigh. "Holy shit."

Bonnie pulled Kim's hands away to see the again spasming muscle. She looked up at Kim and shook her head. "Stupid."

Bonnie laid her forearm against Kim's thigh and roughly began moving up and down the muscle. Kim began a scream but quickly bit down on it. She reached up to grip the bar she was leaning against. She slammed her head against the bar for good measure. Bonnie finished and Kim reluctantly took a few experimental breaths before she realized her thigh had stopped hurting. She looked down quizzically. "What the hell did you do?"

"The almighty Kim Possible is just as mortal as the rest of us it seems." Kim scowled at her. "I've had that happen a few times. It hurts like hell fixing it that way, but it does the trick." She made her way to a bench and sat down. "Trust me its only temporary. It's still going to hurt like hell later."

Kim levered herself into a more comfortable position. "Thanks."

"It wouldn't have had to hurt at all if you weren't trying to push yourself beyond your limits."

Kim opened her mouth as if to speak then closed it. She nodded and looked up at the squat bar and its measly weight. "B. Nine months ago I was squatting three times that weight and four times the number of reps."

Bonnie surveyed the bar. "So? Whats that have to do with anything?"

Kim let her face fall into her hands as she began sobbing. "It just catches up with me sometimes. How broken I am." Kim slammed her hand into the floor. "The fact that I have to weigh the pros and fucking cons before taking a drink of water. Cause I might not make it to the bathroom in time, or the damn leg cramps up on the way."

Bonnie stared at Kim on the floor. She walked over and knelt before her rival. "Look at me god dammit." Bonnie roughly jerked Kim's hands away. "I said look at me." She waited till Kim's eyes met hers. "Two tons of fucking steel hit you in the face. It is a god damned miracle you are even alive, let alone walking under your own power." Her face softened. "Now quit crying, you're making me depressed."

Kim took a shuddering breath and nodded. "I'm sorry." She wiped away the tears. "For so long the phrase 'I can't' just wasn't in my vocabulary, but I find myself saying it all the damned time now."

Bonnie helped Kim up and to the bench. "Welcome to the plight of us mere mortals."

Kim looked at Bonnie hard. "What no snotty bitchy remark?"

Bonnie shrugged. "I guess I was still stuck in the 'Kim is a threat' mode."

"I was a threat?"

Bonnie snorted. "Are you kidding?" Kim shrugged. Bonnie shook her head. "The girl that can do anything. The girl everyone liked and looked up to. Of course you were a threat."

Kim looked confused. "A threat to what?" Kim noticed Bonnie's scowl. "Apparently I never noticed."

Bonnie's scowl faded. "Popularity."

Kim laughed. "I should have guessed." Kim stopped laughing when she saw the pain cross on Bonnie's face, almost too fast to notice. "I'm sorry I was so dense."

"You really had no idea you were incredibly popular?"

Kim shrugged "It bothered me some, but... I don't know." She couldn't seem to come up with the words.

"You never were willing to beat someone else down verbally to make yourself look good. You tried a few times, but that goody goody conscience got the better of you." Bonnie turned to Kim. "Thats why people liked you. You are just too good a person for people to hate you."

Kim snorted. "You seemed to hate me."

Bonnie waved her hand dismissively. "I didn't hate you. Putting you down was easy popularity boost. It kept me several notches above you."

Kim took a deep breath. "Well after this semester you won't have to worry about it." She leaned forward. "I've been accepted to a private school. You're the only one I've told so far besides Ron and Monique."

Bonnie turned her head. "Really?" Kim nodded. "I don't suppose you'd take to kindly to me bad mouthing Ron in your stead."

Kim looked at Bonnie. "For one it wouldn't do you any good, and two Ron is a great guy."

Bonnie stiffened. "I will concede the point that it won't do me any good, no point in beating a dead horse. But he is not a completely great guy."

"Whaddya mean?"

"Uh hello? Baby puke in a cup?"

Kim covered her mouth. "You know it wasn't baby puke." Kim giggled. "You have to admit it was pretty funny."

Bonnie held up her hand. "No K. No. It was not funny. It looked like baby puke, smelled like baby puke and felt like baby puke on my face. I was completely justified for freaking out. What Ron did was cruel and unusual. For that he should seek mental help."

Kim laughed. "I agree, he is a little off."

The laughter died and Bonnie stood up. "Just promise me you'll have a spotter next time? There may not be a quick person with a bag handy next time."

Kim bobbed her head. "I will. Thanks again for the assist."

Bonnie left the room with a nod.

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Kim walked into school beside Ron once again. Bonnie had been right, it had hurt like hell. "KP, you alright?" Ron asked noticing her vacant expression.

Kim had had to bite her pillow to not scream when her leg had woken her up in the middle of the night. She smiled. "Yeah. I just didn't sleep so well."

Ron nodded sagely. "You should try some warm milk. Always works for me."

Kim nodded in reply. "Maybe I should."

Bonnie passed in the hall and almost stopped to launch a verbal assault, but nodded to Kim. Kim silently returned the nod and continued on her way. Ron all but screeched to a halt. His head swiveled between Bonnie and Kim. "What the hell just happened?"

Reluctantly Kim stopped and turned to him. "What?"

Ron caught up with her. "You and Bonnie." He glanced once more at Bonnie. "What was that?"

Kim half smiled. "What was what?"

"That nod."

Kim looked confused. "What are you talking about, Ron?"

Ron huffed. "You both stopped. And nodded. That wasn't just any nod, KP. That was THE nod."

Kim was still confused. "Ron, that was a 'hello presence acknowledged' nod. It would have been no different than if I had waved." Kim started walking again.

"No KP. No. That was a conspiratorial nod. It was as if..." He stopped dead in his tracks. "As if..." He paused as if having a revelation. "What were you doing last night, KP?! And with Bonnie?"

Kim turned around rapidly. "How the hell did you get that from a nod. And no... eww, Ron. With Bonnie? Get your mind out of the gutter." She decided to stop his mind from racing ahead like it always seemed to do. "Me and Bonnie had a talk last night after school. We marked our territory so to speak and we're done."

"Thats it? You just talked?"

Kim sighed. "Yes, Ron." Kim started walking again. "And again, eww.."

Ron caught up to her. He shrugged. "Well now that I have the image firmly in mind its not so bad. Hot even."

Kim's jaw dropped in horror and she punched him as hard as she could in the arm. Which in her state didn't amount to much. "Oh my god, Ron. Jesus, I do not need to know that."

Ron rubbed his arm. "Well since we're being best friends and honest and all you should probably know you are a starring roll in quite a few of the Ronster's mental movies."

If she could have been more horrified she would have. "I demand I be removed from 'Ron's spank bank'."

Ron held up a finger. "Agreed as long as I get to keep the most recent addition as well as all future additions."

Kim fumed. "You did spend too much time around Shego. You never could spin me up this fast."

Ron tapped a finger against his chin thoughtfully. "Speaking of spinning up..."

Kim threw up her hands and headed off to the sound of Ron laughing. Kim's storming was interrupted by her Kimmunicator. She pulled it out, wondering why she kept it. She activated it to see the friendly Wade. She smiled. "Thats why."

Wade looked confused. "Thats why, what?"

Kim shook her head. "Nothing just thinking out loud."

Wade nodded. "Anyway, hand me over to Ron. His Ron Com is turned off for some reason."

Ron turned the device and stood next to Kim so they could both see. "Whats up?"

"Ron man. Dr. Director is spitting mad. They've been trying to get a hold of you for at least a half hour now."

Ron shook his head. "She can piss and moan all she wants. I'm not coming."

"They're having trouble with Dementor. He's got his hands on a weather machine."

"And your point would be?"

"Ron, this is fate of the world stuff." Wade's voice was quiet.

"Wade it concerns me, it really does, but they are actually trained for it. All I would do is make a mess and blow it up, probably hurting others in the process."

"Besides, Wade. Dementor doesn't exactly have the greatest lair designs. As much as I hate to admit it Drakken did a better job."

Wade sighed. "Okay. If you're sure."

"I am. Dr. Director knows how I feel."

"Okay. Talk you guys later."

"See ya Wade." Kim waved as Wade cut the connection.

No sooner than she had put it away it beeped again. Kim shrugged and activated it. "Where is Stoppable!" Dr. Director shouted. She must have seen him in the corner of the pickup. "Stoppable. I'm sending a chopper to come and get you. Be ready in five minutes."

Ron gritted his teeth in rage. "No. I told you to go screw yourself."

Kim saw Dr. Directors face turn almost purple and she quickly handed the Kimmunicator to Ron as if it was on fire. "You will be ready to assist us in saving the World in five minutes. Is that understood?" She spoke in low dangerous tones.

"I am not one of your minions to order around. I said no. Is that understood?"

Her nostrils flared at his mock use of her words. "Dammit Stoppable I will conscript you if I have to."

Ron almost growled. "No you won't. I am an only biological child of my parents, you can't."

"That has no bearing on this discussion."

"Oh we're having a discussion here? So you acknowledge that you have no control of me at all."

"Stop playing games here, Ronald. This is the World we're talking about."

Ron pinched the bridge of his nose. "Yeah I know. And I know that you're men are more than capable of handling it. If you'd actually take the time to see that rather than relying on me and Kim. You might actually save the world without us." Ron turned off the Kimmunicator.

Ron handed it back to Kim. "Sorry about that, KP."

Kim shook her head. "No problem. I just hope they actually can do it."

Ron shrugged. "I'm pretty sure they can. We'll find out in a few hours."

Kim nodded. "I suppose thats one way of looking at it." She frowned. "Not the way I would look at it."

"You know I told Shego that when GJ took over the save the world business I might actually be able to beat it into your head its not your problem any more. You know what she said?"

Kim shrugged. "No, what?"

"She said I would need a really large brick." Ron laughed and Kim joined in shaking her head.

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Mr. Bundy shook James's hand firmly. "All arrangements have been made and everything is in order."

"What should I bring?" Kim asked.

Mr. Bundy took a step back in the living room. "Basic toiletries. A few changes of clothes, other than that everything will be provided for you. And remember no cell phones or electronics." He turned to Anne. "And the remainder of her supplements of course."

Kim half smiled. "I am so nervous right now."

Mr. Bundy smiled and rested a hand on her shoulder. "There is nothing to be nervous about. You'll do fine."

A flash of sorrow flitted across her face before she covered it. "I know, but I'm moving out. How can that not make me uneasy?"

Silence filled the living room before Anne broke it. "Go set the table, dinner is almost ready."

Kim nodded and headed to the kitchen. "I will be by tomorrow at ten in the morning to pick her up."

Anne took his hand in hers. "And thank you, for all you've done."

Mr. Bundy shook his head. "You raised an amazing daughter Mr., Mrs. Possible. That was the hard part. I just did my best." He back peddled to the door. "I must be going."

"See you tomorrow." Mr. Possible sent him off. Mr. Bundy waved as he left.

James put his arm around his wife and led her to the kitchen. Kim finished setting the table. "Last meal with the family." She stated softly.

Anne kissed her forehead. "Only for a few years, honey. It isn't like it will be the last."

Kim gave a short laugh. "I know its just how it feels." She brightened. "Have a seat, I'll get the roast."

Anne smiled back and sat. They were all interrupted by a shout from the living room. "Hit the deck! Loose rocket!"

A small rocket came screeching into the kitchen to loop about above their heads. It streaked directly for Kim. She snatched it from the air turning quickly and dunked it into the metal sink. The explosion knocked her to the floor roughly. "Son of a..." She shook her hand and looked at it. Small shards of plastic and metal were embedded in it and it was bleeding and somewhat singed. She got to her feet and back to the sink where she started running water in the good side.

Anne rushed to her. "How bad is it?" Anne got a good look at the damage and sucked in a breath. She noticed Kim's face. It showed anger and defeat, but not pain. "Doesn't that hurt?"

Kim nodded as she let the water rinse the blood off. "It hurts like hell."

The tweebs came rushing into the kitchen. "What happened?" They asked in unison.

"Your sisters going back to the hospital." Anne rounded on them. "How many times have we told you, no rockets in the house?!"

Kim laid her uninjured hand on her mom's shoulder. "Its fine mom. None of them are that deep. It looks way worse than it is. You get the roast. They're going to fix this."

Anne turned back to Kim and reinspected the hand. She was right. None of the shrapnel was that deep. "We should probably have it looked at though." She continued more quietly.

Kim shook her head. "Jim, Tim. Get a pair of tweezers, peroxide and some gauze and tape." She paused after taking a deep breath. "Go ahead mom, the tweebs and I will eat when they're done. We'll stay right here." Kim pulled a chair from the table over to the damaged sink as the tweebs ran off. Kim adjusted the water to make it cooler and sighed as she let the water cool the burns.

"They're still grounded." James commented, obviously angry.

Kim smiled as her mother pulled the roast out. "Well yeah, but they'll learn better this way."

"Why is that?" Anne asked as she carved up the roast.

"I didn't plan this at all. That damn thing came right for me and I had to think quick. In the past I would have batted it out the window or something and no one would get hurt. Now someone got hurt. I'm fairly certain rockets in the house won't be an issue."

James snorted. "It was only a matter of time. Lets just be thankful it wasn't serious."

"Amen to that." Kim added.

The tweebs returned with the items in a huff. Kim directed them to start working with the larger pieces and go from there. Jim was the first up with the tweezers and he was hesitating. "Kim, are you sure?"

Kim smiled. "You broke it you fix it." Screwing up his face in determination he chose a piece and slowly began to pull it out. Kim ground her teeth and pounded the floor with her foot. Finally he finished removing the splinter. "Once you got a good grip pull that bad boy out. You can't make it hurt less by going slow." Kim took a shuddering breath. "And if you don't hurry dinner will be cold before we get to eat any."

Jim and Tim turned to her with genuine concern in they're eyes. "We're sorry, Kim. We didn't think anyone would get hurt."

Kim tousled their hair. "Just keep the rockets outside and it won't be a problem. Just be thankful it wasn't serious." Kim nodded to her father who smiled back.

The pair made short work of the remainder of the shrapnel and cleaned the burns carefully before bandaging her hand. Kim could only laugh at the boxing glove they were starting to make. Anne shook her head and came over to re wrap it, showing them how to do it. "Not bad, boys." She swatted their butts. "Eat."

Kim experimentally flexed her left hand and she winced. "Could've been worse." Experimentally she flicked each finger tip making sure there was still feeling. She paused and watched her brothers somberly getting their food. They quickly left their funk and were as chatty as ever with their father about the most recent rocket. "Thanks mom."

Anne looked down at her daughter. "For what sweety? Wrapping a burn is no big deal."

Kim laughed. "After what happened it would have been so easy for you to be super overprotective of me, but you're not. And thats... thats incredibly cool mom."

Anne pulled her daughter's head to her breast and kissed the top of her head. "After what happened I realized at this point there is only one thing that could be worse. Until that happens I just want you to be happy, and smothering you is not the way."

Kim pulled away with a tear in her eye. "Thanks mom."

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It was an unofficial going away party on the front stoop shortly before Mr. Bundy arrived. The tweebs, Mr. And Mrs. Possible, Ron and his parents, Monique, Felix and most of the cheer squad. Kim activated the Kimmunicator. "Hey Wade."

Wade looked around the pickup. "Sounds like a full blown party over there."

"It is. I'm sorry you can't come. Can't come to the party, and can't come with me on the Kimmunicator."

Wade bowed his head. "The most important day in a friends life and I end up under house arrest."

"Don't be so bummed. Its just Dr. Director messing with Ron's friends."

Wade shrugged. "Its my fault. Shego was on the line and I didn't think to start a trace. This sucks."

Kim smiled. "You're telling me. So I guess this is goodbye."

Wade leveled a finger at the screen. "Only till you finish. And you had better finish."

Kim jerked her head back. "Yes, sir."

Wade sighed heavily. "Good luck Kim, and best wishes."

"You too, Wade." Kim waited for Wade to cut the connection. She turned it over and disconnected the power supply and deposited it in her father's waiting hands. "This sucks. It feels like I enlisted or something."

James chuckled. "It does doesn't it. You made the choice in either case." He hugged her close. "Stay safe and remember..."

Kim chuckled as he paused to let her finish. "Yes, I know. No boys."

James kissed her forehead. "Thats right. You're a Possible, just remember that."

"I will, dad."

Kim was roughly jerked away to join a huge group hug from the cheer squad. There was a cacophony of voices. Tara's stood out. "We'll miss you, K." Kim could only smile bashfully as the group hug split up.

"They're not wrong. We will all miss you. Especially me." Ron pulled Kim in for a heartfelt hug.

Tears were forming in her eyes. She pulled away reluctantly. "Everybody is going to make me cry."

"Too late girl." Monique filled the space vacated by Ron and pulled Kim into another hug.

"What did you expect?" Anne was wiping tears from her eyes. "That you were chopped liver?"

Kim extricated herself and made her way to her mother and embraced her in a deep hug. "I love you all so much."

Anne squeezed her daughter tighter. "We know, dear. We know." She stiffened as a car pulled up. "It looks like you're ride is here."

Kim laughed. "Damn. He couldn't forget?" Anne laughed too as she gave her daughter another squeeze. Kim picked up her single bag and the box of supplements. "I guess its time to go." Mr. Bundy exited the drivers seat and opened the back passenger's door.

Kim turned to the assembled and waved one final time before getting in the back seat of the car and closing the door. She dutifully buckled up and waited for Mr. Bundy to take his seat. Kim took a deep shuddering breath before wiping the remainder of tears from her eyes. The car began to roll. The drive to the airport was silent. Neither had anything to say.

Kim stiffened as she realized they were being ushered through the gate to drive on the tarmac. "Where are we going?"

Mr. Bundy turned slightly. "Private jet. You thought we would fly commercial?"

Kim shrugged. "I guess I wouldn't know." They pulled up to a waiting jet. Kim waited for Mr. Bundy to open her door before getting out too. She hefted her lone backpack and made her way up the gangway and whistled as the entered. "This is nice, very nice."

Mr. Bundy followed her in and took a seat in one of the couches. "You've seen better?"

Kim nodded as she took a seat across from him. "Mr. Nakamura, the Japanese toy magnate, had a nicer jet."

Mr. Bundy snorted. "He would wouldn't he." He signaled to one of the waiting servants. "Would you bring the acolyte and me some water."

The servant's eyes widened as he looked at Kim. "Yes, sir."

The water was quickly delivered. "Make yourself comfortable, Kim. We have to wait for a bit."

Kim drank deeply of the cool glass of water. "For what?"

"Your alternate."

Kim frowned. "My what?"

Mr. Bundy smiled. "You wouldn't expect a goddess to place all her eggs in one basket would you?" He paused as Kim thought. "Well this close she must. You both will be doing the same training at the same time so its extremely risky."

"Who is it and why is the training going to be risky?"

"Again you wouldn't think it would be easy did you?"

Kim studied his face. "You don't even know what the training is, but your part in our training is going to be risky isn't it?"

Mr. Bundy lowered his head with a smile on it. "True enough."

Kim looked out the window as another car pulled up and someone stepped out of the passenger seat lugging two large suitcases. Kim's expression fell immediately as she got a good look at the other girls face. "You have got to be kidding me." Kim turned to Mr. Bundy again and pointed out the window. "Her? She is my alternate?" Kim's face showed disgust and fear.

Mr. Bundy shrugged. "She has all the skills you do. A little less intelligent and far more annoying, but..." He leaned back. "I didn't make the decision. It came from the top."

Kim looked out the window once more to confirm who she thought it was as they made their way up the gangway. "This is so going to suck."

"K, can you help me with these bags or are you just going to sit there." Bonnie huffed under the weight of the bags.

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