Kim flopped down on her bed. God, today had NOT been enjoyable. First she'd totally bombed that test in English. Could she have been more stupid? How the hell did she completely space on reading two chapters of “Historian”?
Gah.
And then she'd almost boffed cheer practice. That would have been just fabulous - Bonnie had a camera phone, after all. Instead, she'd been off her game the entire practice. She knew they could tell, she was usually so much better.
Then on her way home, a car splashed her with insanely nasty water.
Not everything had been bad. She had gone up against Shego today.
Speaking of which, she should totally catch Mon up on everything. Dialing the number from memory, she waited for it to be picked up. Before Monique could say 'hello', Kim was off and running.
“Mon? Kim. Look, today has been hellish, but there was so action on the Shego front. God, half the time I don't know whether to kick her or kiss her. My treat, anywhere but Bueno Nacho, and I'll catch you up.”
A low chuckle sounded over the phone line. A cold dread washed over Kim.
“I'm not Monique, Princess, but that sounds like a good time.”
“Shego?“
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