Well, after having recieved email from the "why do you hate KP?" Club, I felt the need to discuss this story. See, for those of you who yet to enjoy the process, I'm writing an MA thesis. Those of you who have enjoyed the process understand why, this sometimes makes me...cranky. After my fifth reading of British minutes of the House of Common's, I shall probably have to write a story where Ron gets rabies and Kim has to shoot him, otherwise known as Kim Possible: Old Yeller.
Unfortunately, the two currently incomplete stories (not counting KP/farscape, which is waiting until I can find time to rewatch season four), require a certain mindset so in the spirit of trying to get back into the swing of things, I'm going to start updating on the following pattern: Memories, Noir, and Senior Yearat least one chapter every two weeks, although it might be short. Memories is plotted for four chapter, so it will probably be finished first.
Oh, and one note about Memories: All characters are from the KP cartoon...there are no new characters... of course, reconciling that with what you read... ah, well there's the mystery!
Shelly Lu stood at the entrance to Middleton High School. The dark haired girl sighed. How many schools was this? It was hard to remember, they kept fading into the past. Hell, she barely remembered any names from her last school.
"Hi!" The voice interrupted her thoughts and Shelly turned to see an attractive African-American girl, standing smiling at her.
"You must be Shelly."
"Yeah…that's me." She said uncertainly.
"Hi, I'm Monique… I'm here to show you around the school." She grinned, "Sometimes things can get a little weird around here."
"I've heard." Shelly said, thinking about the news stories. Monique's face grew set.
"Yeah…about that. You might not want to, well…you'll understand." She said. Than, with class list in her hands, she and Shelly went exploring for Shelly's first day as a Junior at Middleton High.
The day went pretty well. Shelly was a good student, and while her times at schools were very short, she was able to fit in easily with the class work. The students… well they were just students. Some tried to hit on her, her dark hair and curvy figure attracting them, others ignored her…just like every other school. Still, the student body was friendlier than most, she figured. Monique had proven to be a fun girl to be around.
"So, what now?" She asked. Monique grinned back at here.
"Well, I'm meeting some friends at Bueno Nacho….you want to come along." She paused.
"You eat there all the time?" Shelly asked. A Shadow passed over Monique's face.
"Not all the time, no…" Then she looked behind Shelly and her eyes widened. Shelly blinked, both at her look and the odd clicking sound she heard.
"Why is she here?" Monique wondered.
"Uh, nothing, Shelly, hang on, I need to talk to someone." Shelly turned as Monique hurried past her. There was a redheaded girl, hair in a pony tail, wearing a large sweater and long pants, coming down the corridor…slowly. The reason for that was clear, as the two crutches she used to support her body made the clicking noise as she moved. More than that, her body was…hunched, was the only word Shelly could think of, moving slowly as if she was in a wind. Monique stalked towards her and Shelly quickly looked somewhere else. However she could hear fragments of their conversation.
"…warned you about this."
"…Just had to….something."
"…don't need….stop babying…"
"…acting like it." The girl finally gave Monique a glare, and spun around, obviously trying to end the conversation…but the gesture was ruined as she lost balance and Monique was the only one who saved her from taking a trip to the floor. Shelly looked around to see if anyone else was going to help, and noticed something. Every other student was deliberately not noticing anything out of the ordinary…and in fact her attention garnered her a few glares. She turned back to her locker and busied herself with the combination.
"Hey KP." A cheerful voice came as a blond haired student came around the corner with a wheelchair. Now the girl was glaring at him.
"I didn't need…" She started.
"Uh-huh…did I ask you a question? Monique, did I ask KP a question?" He said. There was a…naked rodent on his shoulder? Shelly blinked at that. Then she blinked again, and couldn't tear her eyes away from him... or rather his face. One side was normal…but the other side…an eyepatch covered his left eye, and a network of new scars lined that side of his face, pulling his mouth up in a lopsided smile. The girl tried to glare, but ended up looking at the floor and obediently sitting down in the wheel chair. Shelly didn't say anything as the boy looked at Monique.
"Thanks Monique, I'll take it from here."
"'Kay Ron—are you going to Bueno Nacho?"
"We've…had a long day." Ron said, and behind the girl, where she couldn't see him, his one good eye dipped meaningfully. Monique nodded.
"Well, see you tomorrow, than."
"Who was that?" Shelly asked when Monique came over.
"Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable…" Monique said, and Shelly suddenly realized that Monique had tears in her eyes.
"Oh My God…" Shelly said in horror. "But…they…the website…"
"That's over, Shelly." Monique paused, "Don't ask me why or how…it's not my story to tell." Shelly nodded.
"So, uh…ready for Bueno Nacho?" Monique said, forcing cheer into her voice. Shelly nodded, uncertainly, her eyes fixed on the two figures receding down the corridor.
To be continued.