Possible or not.

Chapter 1: Welcome Bulldogs.

"Are you happy with your classes?" My mother asked me while she was driving me to my new school, Middleton High. Her long orange hair was up in a bun and her green, almost tree colored, eyes were staring at the road ahead. I looked down at my small hands and glanced at the schedule on my lap. My third high school in 3 years. I am a junior this year, and I tend to move second semester hits, but for once I am actually going to start when everyone else does. My mom used to live here, she grew up here. Along with my father. This was their hometown, and partly mine. Last time I lived here I was 7 years old and went to Middleton elementary school. I had lived here for 7 years and then I started to move around. I've have moved about 7 different times and none of those places stuck. I'm hoping we can stay here. It's been so long and I miss this old town. I smile at my old memories and then realized I haven't answered my mother's question.

"Yes I do," I replied bluntly. I looked into my mirror and breathed in deeply. My blue eyes resembled that of a soothing ocean and they corresponded with my pale skin and blonde hair. I read over my schedule again admiring my classes.

U.S. History, Ms. Blaine

Pre-Calculus, Mr. Dowe

Chemistry, Mr. Shane

English, Mrs. Leral

Free Period

Speech and Debate, Mr. Felzon

They were great classes. Simple. Easy. My mother told me her favorite class was home economics because her and my dad were in the same class. She's always telling me stories of their moments and adventures. I smiled at the thought of the story of their prom night. Romantic and one-of-a-kind. I fixed my charm bracelet that was slowly slipping off my wrist and tightened it a bit more. The animal charms jangled as I adjusted them. I felt the car come to a slow stop and I glanced out the clean car window.

I see growing flowers on the bright green grass. A large bulletin board had letters which spelled out "Welcome Bulldogs!"

The sidewalk was filled with so many different faces and personalities. I see a tall girl with black sweats and a purple jersey, her face had a huge smile on it. Her long brown hair was up in a ponytail and she tossed a basketball around. I looked at the establishment and admired the light brown color and the dark orange color outlining the brown made it seem comfortable and stable. I clutched my dark blue satchel as I stepped out the car and smelled the fresh air.

New beginnings.

"Have fun!" My mother exclaimed as I waved goodbye and stared at my reflection on the car door. I fixed my red v-neck and re-adjusted my high waisted black hi-lo skirt. I looked down at my red wedges and clicked the wedged heels together as my mom drove off. I gazed at all the new faces and heard the chatter of new voices. A loud bell interrupted my thoughts and I soon started heading towards the principal's office. I walked down a long hallway and saw students rushing to their classes. I knocked on a door that said, "Principal Reese." The door opened to reveal a middle aged women with straight black hair and black eyes. She gave me a warm smile and greeted me.

"You must be the new student," she said and I simply nodded. She nodded her head and we walked into her office.

"So nice to meet you, Shaila right?" She asked and I nodded. She rustled through some papers and gave me a file.

"Your locker number is there, and other paperwork for your parents. I'll write you a pass to class," she said as she wrote me a pass. I took it from her and thanked her. I quickly went to my first class, but it felt extremely awkward being late. Having everyone stare at me as if I killed someone. I felt my heart speed up as I felt all those eyes staring at me. The room had so many colorful posters with corny history quotes on them. The teacher was of medium height and she wore a dark brown dress and black glasses. She had short red hair and tan skin. She gave me a small smile as I gave her my pass.

"Welcome to the class Shaila," she said looking down at the pass. I glanced around and saw different faces. Except for one. His stunning green eyes were mesmerizing and his long black hair brought back some part of my past. Who was he? I know I've met him before, but where? When? My heart sped up again when I see him stare back at me. He gives me a sly smile and I feel myself blush. His face structure was almost perfect and he looked quite fetching in that dark blue flannel. He did this flippy thing with his hair and I could see his eyes more clearly. Wow. So enchanting.

"Shaila you can take your seat now," my teacher said as I snapped out of my trance. The seas were arranged in rows. There was only one seat left. Upper left corner last row. Next to the enchanting green eyes. I walked up the row and saw their curious faces look at me. The only sound you can hear is the sound of my wedges hitting the tiled floor. I sat down and set my bag down under my chair and looked up at the board.

"Welcome everyone. If you didn't already know. I am Ms. Blaine. I have been teaching for 12 years now..." She started to say. I was listening until someone interrupted my focus point. Green eyes. I felt myself blush again. I twiddled my fingers as I turned my head to him.

"New?" He asked and I just nodded.

"Talk at all?" He asked again and I nodded again. He gave a small laugh and leaned forward.

"What's so funny?" I asked and his eyes widened in shock.

"She speaks," he said.

"I'm not a mute," I said.

"Obviously,"

"Nice to meet you too," I said with an annoyed tone.

"What's your name again?" He asked his voice so mellow and deep. I started to answer until the Ms. Blaine called me.

"Oh you should introduce yourself to the class right about now," she said and I got up off my desk and headed towards the front of the class. I read the words on the white board which said "To a new year!" I smiled as I faced the class and used my voice to show my confidence.

"Hello everyone. It's nice to meet you all. I used to live here a while ago, it's been about 9 years since the last time I set foot in this neighborhood. Some of you look familiar, but some of you probably don't recognize me anymore," I said taking in a deep breath,

"My name is Shaila, Shaila Possible." I heard gasps and murmurs among the classroom. I even saw Ms. Blaine's eyes widened in surprise.

"Are you related to... Kim Possible?" I heard green eyes ask.

"Yes, she's my mom and my dad is Ron Stoppable," I said and everyone started murmuring again. Everyone clapped. I smiled as I sat back down at my seat. Green eyes tapped me again and gave me a half smile.

"So are you crime fighter too?" He asked and I laughed.

"Of sorts," I said. Remembering all those hours of trusting with my mom. She taught me all her gymnast moves, and her combat moves. I'm planning to try out for cheerleading next week. Just like my mom.

"I haven't introduced myself yet," he said and I shrugged.

"Any day now," I said impatiently. He laughed and extended his hand, I took it and felt a small connection.

"Zachariah Dranken," he said.

"Zach?" I asked and he nodded giving me the familiar smile. Now I remembered who he was.

"Remember now?" He asked.

"You were my best friend back in elementary school, we made mud patties together," I said and we both giggled.

"Not to mention our parents were enemies," he said and that's when everything started flowing back. That's right. My mom and dad told me about their enemies; Shego and Dr. Dranken AKA Drew. They told me he hated when they called him that.

"Does it mean we have to be?" I asked already knowing the answer.

"Of course not," he said. He said the same thing when we were little. Except he said, "their problems are not ours, we are friends no matter what." Those words always stayed with me even if I didn't remember where they came from. We sat there the entire class period. Not taking notes. But reliving the memories we had and getting to know each other once again from the beginning. Sometimes the past isn't always a bad thing, for once I'm glad the past has caught up. His parents weren't total strangers to me. After all. They are my mentors.