Kim Possible Porn Story: Small Surprises Big Consequences R – Chapter 4

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Small Surprises, Big Consequences

Chapter 4: Schools Out Forever

I cant believe that I was caught so easily by that redheaded ditz! Agni fumed, her mood even hotter then the steaming water that poured down over her. When theyd returned to the Possible house, Kim had insisted that Agni take a shower while she washed the girls grubby clothes. Agni had gratefully accepted the offer; at least, she was grateful on the inside. On the outside she just sneered and headed off to the bathroom, brushing past Kims startled brothers.

She said she would try to help me, but somehow she seems ill equipped to the task. There is only one thing I want, to be away from that stupid school and that fucked up family! Ideally, that would have meant living with her mother, but to Agni, anywhere was vastly preferable to, Go City at the very least.

The green girl leaned back and sighed as she scoured her self clean with the roughest sponge she could find. Agni always made sure to turn the shower nozzle on its highest setting, the hotter it was, the more enjoyable she found it. To anyone else the water would have been scalding, dangerously so, but thanks to that comet her mother was hit by, Agni had a heat coursing throughout her veins that made anything a showerhead could spit out laughable in comparison. In fact, she did her best thinking while under the heat.

Kim Possible, the teenage cheerleader hero, and the one my moms been butting heads with for at least three years now I hate her! Why does she have to act so damn confident? What the hell does she know anyway, about my problems, about my mom, or about anything? Shes just arrogant because shes been lucky so far and she has a nice home and a nice family. She goes to a public school for Cripes sakes! Does she have any idea what Id give to get out of that hellhole!?

A thin aura of green energy had begun to form around the girls hands as she ruminated on the matter but she quickly noticed and suppressed the light before anything regrettable happened. Agni chewed her lip before she lost her self-control and blew up all over the shower; the term fiery temper had totally different meanings when one could actually accompany their temper with fire. She took several deep breaths and managed to calm herself down. She certainly didnt want to explain to Kims parents why their shower had been reduced to charred slag; that would have been somewhat embarrassing to say the least and she would probably have had to apologize. God forbid I have to say anything nice to any of them!

Miss All American prim pretty little world saver. All smiles, lottsa friends I bet… Lets see her keep up that smile crammed in one of those stuffy uniforms all day! Lets see where all that lame-ass cheer goes when shes the pariah, and not the saint! Id love to see her in my shoes! She leaned back, feeling the wet tiles along her shoulder blades. Her frustration was almost asphyxiating. Ill bet Ill bet they even serve chocolate milk at her cafeteria!

Anytime the thiefs daughter thought about her school it put her in a foul temper. Agni knew that had it not been for her mothers sizable donations, she could bet that that elitist spoiled-brat institution would have turned her away at the gate. The teachers and the students all seemed to know from Day One that she didnt belong with them and they made it clear from then on that she wasnt welcome among them. The attitudes of the faculty and students became even more hostile when they realized that the girl in their care was simply not the type to sit back and take such abuse, that there were gross repercussions. Worse still, every time she did lash out in her own defense the teachers would cause her no end of grief by getting her home life involved as well.

Being pinched between her family and her school was, as far as the young girl was concerned, the deepest circle of hell. People who didnt seem to even try to understand what she was dealing with left her with no escape and forced their values down upon her.

Just like before the summer began She hissed and shook her head.

—Go Academy for Gifted Women: Two and a half Months Ago—

Agni slammed her locker shut with a barely suppressed screech. She then whipped around and rolled her burning emerald eyes across the crowd filling the hallway. Most students backed away in well-established fear, but some were stupid or arrogant and returned the expression in kind or as close as they could manage; matching one of Agnis glares was usually a feat in itself. She began to rifle through her backpack and her pockets desperately in search of something, but still coming up empty.

Where is it? Where the hell could it be!? I checked three friggin times to see that I had it in my locker after three different periods and it was always there, so where is it now!? Her eyes darted from face to face as different girls and faculty passed her by.

The it in question was a very hefty and very important finals assignment. On its own the project would be the deciding factor of Agnis semester grade, and it was in her weakest subject by far, English Composition. On top of that, the teacher in that class, Mrs. Turler, had had it in for the thiefs daughter from the moment shed laid eyes on her months ago. It showed as an obvious bias in her grading. If Agni turned in B-level work she was sure to get a low C at best for her troubles and that was on a good day. These factors, on top of Agnis poor grasp on the subject in general, had caused her grades in that class to plummet. Mrs. Turler would have been more bearable if she was one of a kind, but it seemed that with the exception of maybe two other faculty members (one being the janitor) Agni was never looked on favorably.

The reason was simple enough, Agnis less than impressive family credentials aside; most of the teachers had a way of culling and killing the spirits of the students for even the slightest infractions. A girl once arrived to class a minute late, and her teacher for that class didnt stop reprimanding her in front of the entire class until she burst into tears. The teachers would be remarkably personal while doing so. They called it negative reinforcement, Agni called it bullying and she refused to be subjected to it. Most teachers had learned a long time ago that the quickest way to a kicked in kneecap was making a snide comment about the young girls upbringing or family situation.

However, compared to her other problems, the staff were the least of Agnis worries. The students were much more vicious and far greater in number. The stuck-up rich brats were simply unbearable. They all came from prestigious families with millions to burn and they thought that because of their money they were above the common masses, and even one another. Agnis mere existence seemed to challenge their preconceived notions and make her a target for ridicule.

If it wasnt elitist garbage like how her family was the only one not vacationing in the Caribbean on their own private yacht, then it was the fact that she had such pasty white skin from that gross makeup she needed to slather on every exposed surface of her body. Ever since shed turned four, her grandmother would make her wear the awful stuff even though it choked her pores and made her itch terribly. Sometimes she entertained the fantasy of simply not wearing it one day to see if the students would manage to treat her even worse. She honestly doubted that that was humanly possible, but shed been wrong before.

Looking back on it, what really pissed the green girl off was all the time she had wasted trying to win some of them over, to avoid feeling so damned alone all the time. For the first couple of years she had done her best, being as polite as possible, giving what she felt she had too, asking if she could join in with other groups at lunch, and so forth. The sick thing was that the evil little pre-debutants always pretended to be so accepting and polite, getting little Agni to lower her guard and then once things seemed to be going the emerald-eyed girls way, they would crush her down in some humiliating scenario, always with as many eyewitnesses as physically manageable.

It was by fourth grade that Agni decided that enough was enough, and then declared open war on any and all of them. She didnt care much for their way of doing things though. If the thiefs daughter wanted to she could have planned something out that would have put their humiliating little schemes to shame, but she lacked the patience for such matters. No, all she cared to do was the oldest, simplest, most direct form of retaliation in known history, violence. The prim and proper rich girls quickly learned to back off for the most part when they realized that a smart comment earned them a black eye. It was very much in Agnis favor that they had such a low tolerance for discomfort.

Most learned early that the thiefs daughter was by no means an easy target anymore, but for a few others however, it simply fed a spark of derision that was already there. There were certain girls in the school that felt personally insulted by Agnis very presence and decided that it was their duty to crush her despite the new inherent risks. Those girls played mean and didnt pull their punches when it came to ruining Agnis life and the teachers always seemed to act in those girl favor. Finding her report missing from her locker practically screamed of that cabals dirty work.

Was it Angela? She had as good a reason as any; I did break her nose, not that she wont have her daddy buy her a new one Rebecca? Hmm naw, shes a coward and so is Angela for that matter. How the hell did they even get my combo? If she didnt find where her paper was soon, Agni was loath thinking what may occur.

She began to retrace her steps, but something on the tile floor suddenly caught her attention. The object in question was a torn up slip of paper roughly the size of a credit card. She reached down and picked it up; to get a closer look and to banish the cold chill running up her spine. It was frayed around the edges to show it had been ripped off a larger sheet; the typeface formed her name and bits and pieces of her written work. Several more pieces dangled from the sides of a wastepaper bin.

Agnis eyes widened in horror, and for a moment she felt faint. Whoever had taken her paper had torn it to shreds. The paper was due in five minutes and she needed, absolutely needed to turn it in to Mrs. Turler by the beginning of the period. The nasty old bitch would never accept anything late from her, even with a first-rate excuse. She doubted it, but she would need to go up to Mrs. Turler to beg and humble herself and maybe, in a one-in-a-billion chance, the old Gorgon might concede to wait a while longer for Agni to reprint it.

Agni bit her lip hard enough to draw blood. Shed known that something like this would happen; this always happened. No one at this god forsaken and retched place would ever give her a break and just leave her alone. She understood after awhile that she would make no friends there, so she learned to keep to herself. However that didnt stop them from doing their level best to break her, regardless. Reflexively her fist flew out and put a sizable dent in her locker door.

Dammit to Hell! She turned, like a man being led to the gallows, and marched forth towards the classroom.

It was early before the bell as Agni made her way into Turlers office. All the other students were probably situated throughout the canteen, so shed have some blessed privacy as she prostrated herself before this harpy. As usual, Mrs. Turler was focused on some trashy paperback romance. Probably to escape from her crappy marriage, Ill bet.

Agni cleared her throat to alert the woman that she was no longer alone in the room. Turler quickly turned her age-worn face in the young girls direction. The older womans sallow eyes narrowed behind her tacky horn-rimmed reading glasses.

Miss. Drago, do you need something? Her voice dripped acid. This wasnt going to go well.

Um, yes Mrs. Turler. Its about the finals assignment-

The one which is due in fifteen minutes with absolutely no exceptions, that final? Turler asked cutting Agni off. The girl winced inwardly.

Yeah, that one, She looked down at her feet, Something happened and its been, um

The teacher interlaced her fingers together in her lap and looked down at Agni with obvious downplayed amusement. It has been what?

This bitch knows what Im trying to say, she just wants me to say it. Shes actually enjoying this! Agni unconsciously reopened the wound on her inner lip.

I just lost it. Um, but listen Ive got it all saved, I swear! So if you just let me reprint it I can She stopped when she saw the gaze she was receiving.

Miss. Drago, you know my policy on late assignments. I have zero tolerance for tardiness. Agni could swear that she heard Turler think the words, and I have an even lower tolerance for you, but she chalked it up to healthy paranoia. She resisted the urge to slap her cheeks to clear her thoughts.

I-I mean my assignment was destroyed after I brought it here maam! I promise it wont take me more than an hour to get you a new copy!

The older woman didnt quite smirk, but her eyes certainly brightened. But Miss. Drago, you dont have an hour. As I said earlier, you have fifteen- she looked up at the clock and shook her head, Im sorry I mean thirteen minutes before class begins.

Agni tried to keep from grimacing. But maam I-

I suppose youll simply have to accept a zero.

For a moment Agni thought the old woman was about to laugh. She doubted she would be able to resist setting the bitchs desk alight if she did. Turler however was not finished.

There is a lesson here for you to learn from, Miss Drago. Be more careful with your things.

Finally, she settled back in and returned to her abandoned novel.

BITCH! I-I could just- ARGH!! Agni couldnt even think straight she was so angry! Someone needed to pay, and pay dearly or so help her she would lose her mind! It took all of her strength to keep from flaring up her hands and throwing her teacher through the second story window. However, a stray thought quickly cut her anger out from under her.

Oh my god, Grandmas gonna kill me!

When Agni thought about what her report card was going to look like, she felt like she might throw up. She honestly did not want to know what her grandmother might think when she laid eyes on it. As far as Agni was concerned, that woman was easily the most terrifying soul shed ever met. Something about that womans eyes was simply less than human; more like something that escaped from a nightmare. Now, Gram Roza had never laid a hand on her to be sure; but something told the pale-green girl that if she ever did, her head would land somewhere separate from her body. Anyone that commanded as much fear as Roza Drago was not someone to be trifled with.

As bad as this school could be, her home was even worse. It was almost like being grounded for the entirety of her life. Agni was almost never allowed to leave, and her Uncle Hego was always made to babysit her as though she couldnt take care of herself. The big blue idiot acted like she was a Molotov cocktail just waiting to burst all over his face. It seemed as though it was all one great calculated attempt to make sure the young girl didnt end up like that embarrassment as Gram Roza liked to put it.

Agnis internal reverie was cut off when she heard muffled laughter from the hallway. She looked about and slowly eased her way out the door. While she was never allowed to leave in her house in theory; that didnt stop the girl from constantly sneaking out when the mood struck. It had taken her years of trial and error, of always getting caught and punished, but by the age of twelve Agni could out-sneak a ninja. To the group laughing outside she may as well have teleported in to place.

Care to share whats so funny?

The group consisted of several peons of minor note, but the girl standing at their center was the one she spoke directly to. Her name was Cassandra, and somewhere in their five years of knowing one another, the brunette debutant had made it her sworn duty to drag Agni through every humiliating, painful, and often debilitating scheme she could conjure in that warped little mind of hers. It didnt help matters that she was as cunning as she was sadistic and always treated Agni as a personal plaything; in spite of the numerous black eyes and fractured noses the pale girl put her through.

Cassandra turned suddenly when she saw Agni looming over her, but quickly regained her cool. Whats funny? Nothing, Agni dear, nothing comes to mind.

Agni hated that; that sickeningly sweet and friendly voice the girl always used. It worked to win over everyone but her. Well that wasnt exactly true, it had worked on her at first but after the milk-carton incident shed learned better.

Cassandra looked over at the flunkies surrounding her. We were just discussing what we thought we would get on finals Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Ill be getting an A of course, what about you, Agni dear? Im sure youll be doing very well.

Agnis lips pulled into a strained grin, and she uncrossed her arms. Well, since you asked so nicely Cassi, I think Ill be getting a big fat F. You see, someone got into my locker, probably by bribing some teacher, and then they took my completed assignment and tore it to bits so that the Turler could flunk me like shes always wanted to. You know, your favorite teacher?

Ignoring the truncating of her usually full and regal name to Cassi, Cassandra laughed lightly with her hand over her mouth. My you spin such interesting tales, Agni dear. She smirked. So tell me, who pray tell perpetrated such a dastardly plot?

Agni stepped back and shrugged. No idea, but when I figure it out I intend to do something like-

She rushed forward and slammed Cassandra against one of the lockers as hard as she could, her fingers crunching down on the other girls shoulders, –this!

Her accomplices took that as their cue to run. They learned the hard way long ago to not act against the pale girl while she was in a violent mood.

T-tell me, Agni dear, she asked grimacing in pain. Cassandra gritted her teeth in pain but wouldnt allow Agni the benefit of a scream. I heard that your parents were serial killers and thats why you live with relatives-

She was cut off as Agnis grip tightened but then continued despite the unspoken threat, It made far too much sense for me not to enquire.

Agni got right in Cassandras face so that there was barely three inches between them. Her voice was hardly above a whisper, but the prone girl heard her loud and clear. My parents are off limits, Cassi dear. Ive been pulling my punches since youre as fragile as a used tissue; but get in my face ever again

Her voice lowered to scarcely a hiss, and I. Will. Hurt. You.

Agni looked over when she heard Cassandras flunkies and a teacher running towards them. Being in no mood to deal with the schools idea of discipline, she released Cassandras shoulders before bolting down the hallway like a rocket and disappearing from sight around the corner. When the teacher finally rounded the bend to retrieve the girl, she was nowhere in sight.

Outside, Agni landed hard on the ground, having used the ivy coating the side of the building to scale the wall to a safe distance before dropping to her feet. It was not the first time shed decided to simply cut and run when things got too overwhelming. Agni couldnt think of a single reason to stay any longer considering she only showed up in the first place to turn in her paper, and that had turned out to be a useless gesture.

She decided it was a good time to end her school day and walked over to the rock where she typically hid her spare clothes for just such an occasion. Her uniform stuck out like a sore thumb when worn in the middle of the day in town, after all. When she reached over to grab her sweatshirt she noticed something red on her fingertips. The pale girl angled her hand up to look and she saw what looked like tiny blood stains on most of her nails. Agni frowned, and tongued the cut in her lip. She hadnt meant to grab on to Cassandra that hard, and knowing that she drew blood troubled her. It wasnt so much that she hurt Cassandra, but that shed lost control, which bothered her. A shiner was one thing but Agni never used her powers in front of people and that included her honed fingernails. It was easy to forget how hard and sharp her nails were compared to the average girls.

Why does she keep trying to break me, when she knows what that will lead to? She always acts like it doesnt matter that Ill hurt her. Sometimes I think she actually enjoys it. The creepiest part of it all was the rumor that Cassandra had allegedly instructed all the other girls in her circle of influence to deny Agnis involvement. Whenever they went to the nurse with bruises or other such injuries garnered by attempting foul acts on the thiefs daughter, nothing was reported. No one went against Cassandras wishes within the Go Academy, so Agni generally got away with most things, but the motive behind this was disturbingly sinister rather than benevolent.

Near as the pale girl could figure, Cassandra enjoyed tampering with Agnis life. It was some sadistic pastime for her and anyone who stood in the way of that

But still even she and her cronies are not going to be able to deny what I did I really dug myself a hole this time.

Every now and then Agni acknowledged her tendency to lose her temper and go overboard. She made an honest attempt to keep from doing that, but it was so hard at times. When things were at their worst she could feel the energy coursing through her veins just begging to be released. Sometimes it almost ached, making her blood burn. If Agni wasnt very careful, she knew that she could easily kill someone. Frankly, she wondered how her mother managed to attack with her power on full and at the same time avoid fatalities.

Shaking her head, Agni wiped her hands off on her uniform and pulled on her favorite black sweatshirt. She had no intention of going home until at least eight since her Grandparents would undoubtedly be receiving a call from the school sometime in the immediate future. She would wait until the last minute to deal with them. Until then, she would probably waste her time in the mall arcade. It was her usual relaxation spot when she couldnt go home and veg, and the regular patrons knew not to trouble her. She stood and quickly bolted into the woods as she heard the schools security approach.

Back in the here and now, Agni frowned and leaned her forehead against the wall beneath the showerhead, allowing the scalding water to pour over her head and wash away the shampoo in her hair.

And that was the beginning of the worst summer ever! On top of being punished for my grades, which wasnt even my fault, I also had to deal with hurting that bitch Cassi. Not that it matters anymore. I wont be going back there! EVER! She made a fist as she steeled her resolve on the matter. Her claws dug into her palms. For all of her assuredness, however, she couldnt think of what to do about the problem at hand.

Agni doubted Kim Possible had any intention of actually helping her; she probably just said that to calm the pale girl down. If anything, she would probably nod her head sympathetically, give her some empty pep talk and then send her home to the wolves.

Well screw that! The moment I get a chance I am so gone. She reached over and turned the nozzle until the water pouring from the showerhead tapered off.

Ill see what Kims selling, but I dont intend to buy.

Chapter 4: End

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