Chapter 6 - "A Different Middleton"

(Middleton High, September 2000)

The school bell rang to begin another day of drugery of high school.

Fifteen-year old Kim and sixteen-year old Ron trudged through the doors of the school for first period. However, this Kim was different, for she had shorter red hair and was, obviously, thirteen years younger. Ron, meanwhile, was still Ron.

"And so begins Thursday...the day before I can get out of this torture test of the mind!" Kim complained."Amp down, KP!" Ron smiled to his best friend, "At least tomorrow's the big Homecoming football game against Lowerton!"

"Not helping at all, Ron!" Kim complained, "I'm on the committee to set up the Homecoming Dance!"

"Alright! The big-time dance with the bon-diggity gals!" Ron laughed, trying to slick his hair back.

Rufus came out his pants pocket, hooting and hollering, squeaking out, "Mad Dogs!"

"That is for juniors and seniors only!" Kim said, pointing to the Homecoming dance poster right behind them, "Those that can get in a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship! And those that can afford the tux and gown!"

"What abut us? We're sophomores, aren't we?" Ron asked.

"Yes, that's what I'm on the committee for. The Freshman-Sophomore Homecoming Dance." Kim answered.

"That tanks! That means about half the babe population is unavailable for the Ron-man!" Ron complained. "I wanted to turn on my charm."

"Excuse me, Ron, but your charm could use some deodorant at least!" Kim said while holding her nose. Ron didn't put any on before he walked out the door of the Stoppable house.

"It takes time for the Ron's charm to ferment, like classic aged French wine!" Ron replied back.

"You are so about as French as French fries!" Kim smirked, before hearing the bell ring.

"Uh oh! Five minutes to first period!" the cheerleader said, panicking "I don't want to be late for US History!"

"And I gotta get to European History. As if I care for some guys that were dead for hundreds of years!" Ron sighed.

"I'll see you sometime at 3rd period intermission." Kim confided in him.

"OK, KP. I'll see you then."

(3rd Period transition)

Kim came up to her locker. Once she used the combination, she opened it, swapping out her books for the next set of her classes.

Someone then came up from behind and put a spitball in her hair.

"Hey? What was that for?" Kim exclaimed, trying to remove the tiny wad of paper from her red hair.

She turned around and saw it was none other than her arch-rival.

"Oh, gee! What do you want this time, Bonnie?"

Bonnie was there with two other mean blonde cheerleaders. They weren't Jessica and Tara, though. Their names were Sarah and Amanda. They always stood on the left and right on the Queen B's side, respectively.

"Aren't you forgetting something, Miss Priss-Miss?" Bonnie sneered.

"Yeah, Possible, you stupid-redhead!" Sarah parroted.

"I'm not exactly that forgetful or stupid, but spill." Kim said, the huffing of the brunette breathing down her neck.

"The food for the Homecoming Dance, K!" Bonnie growled, "You're on the committee, are you not?"

"As in a total duh, B! I am!" Kim snapped. "My mom is going to go past the store and get the food."

"Aww...you have to rely on your mommy to buy you the food!" Bonnie smirked, taunting her. "I can get it all by myself!"

"Yeah...wahh...wahh...to your mommy!" Amanda the second mean blonde said, mocking Kim.

"And how would you do that?" Kim asked her rival.

"With this!" Bonnie smirked as she pulled out her drivers license.

"WHAT?! You got your drivers' license before the rest of the squad?!" Kim complained, "Totes not fair!"

"It's fair in the Queen B's book, Possible!" Amanda said, snickering.

"It is fair, Kim! All you have is a learners permit!" Bonnie laughed, "You can't drive without your 'rents in car!"

She continued on with the heaping with an evil smile,"Hope you don't get in a fender-bender, wannabe. Insuance is expensive after a wreck, you know!"

"Stop it, Bonnie! I have enough on my plate as is!" Kim muttered.

"Oh, and guess who I am going to ask. Come on! Take a wild guess!" Bonnie giggled.

"Rick Flagg?" Kim questioned, grinding her teeth. The sooner she can be out of her hair, the better.

"Nope! Though he would be my second choice! It would be the guy that designed the banners for the dance!"

Kim's eyes widened what Bonnie meant.

"No...you don't mean..."

"Yes, Josh Wendell Mankey!" Bonnie grinned, performing her triumphant pose. "By the end of this week, he'll ask me to the dance instead of you , the one who's always too preoccupied saving the world without a drivers' license."

"He'll say no to you, Bonnie!" Kim retorted, biting her lip.

"Totally on Reject Island!" Amanda snorted.

"It'll be the other way around, Kim! You'll be ended up on his reject list." Bonnie snickered. "Toodles, see you at practice, if you even dare to show your face!"

Kim, with her feelings hurt, hung her head low in shame. Bonnie reveled in this sweet moment with her signature triumphant pose.

The brunette then saw Ron and snarkily replied, "What are you looking at, butthead!" The other cheerleaders stuck their tongues at him as they walked by.

Ron came by to Kim's aid, shaken and angered by Bonnie's venomous words.

"I can't believe the things she said to me!" Kim fumed, clenching her fist. "The snarky slithering snake that she is!"

"KP, don't let Bon-Bon's words get to you!" Ron said, "You're so much better than her!"

"Thanks, Ron." Kim sighed, "But it's going to take more than to prevent Josh from getting into her cold, icy arms!"

"Again with the guy who's initial is one vowel away from a certain tree-climbing beast whose name I prefer to mention!" Ron complained.

"One that starts with the letter M perhaps?" Kim guessed.

Ron gasped, slapping himself on the face. "Had to say the name, didn't you..."

The bell began to ring, signaling lunchtime.

"Gonna have some chow!" Ron shouted.

"Don't get your hopes up, Ron. It's just going to be meatloaf swimming in gosh-knows-what-that-is." Kim sighed.