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Disclaimer: I do not own "Kim Possible" or its characters. They are property of the Walt Disney Company and it's affiliates.
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Plot: Saving the world? That's easy. Getting into college? Now that's a mission.
When Kim Possible receives invitations to admissions interviews at two Ivy League universities, Harvard and Brown, she discovers that balancing her future with her present hero duties might be the toughest challenge yet.
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Kim Possible: Ivy League Missions
By Jeff Snyder (GoDistance3562)
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Chapter 1: Letters of Destiny
The jungle was alive with shadows. Moonlight streamed through gaps in the canopy, silvering the ruins where Kim Possible somersaulted across a crumbling stone platform. Monkey ninjas swarmed her from all sides, their claws scraping stone as they hissed and lunged.
"Face it, Kim Possible," Monkey Fist sneered from above, perched on a weathered statue of Hanuman. "You cannot stop destiny!"
Kim flipped neatly, planting a roundhouse kick that sent one ninja tumbling into another. She landed lightly, brushing a strand of fiery hair from her face. "Funny — destiny and I already have an understanding."
"KP!" Ron shouted, wobbling on a loose stone tile. "Little help here?!"
Two ninjas had cornered him, and Rufus squeaked in alarm as one swiped at Ron's scarf. Ron flailed, tripped, and went sprawling into a massive idol at the center of the chamber. The idol groaned, tilted, then toppled with a crash that shook the ruins.
The falling stone cut Monkey Fist off mid-taunt, slamming into the path he was about to leap across. He staggered, teeth bared.
Ron blinked in surprise, scrambling upright. "Uh… boo-yah? Totally meant to do that!"
Kim couldn't help smirking, even as she flipped to sweep the last two ninjas off their feet.
Before Monkey Fist could regroup, Wade's voice crackled through her Kimmunicator. "Nice work, Kim. That should keep Monkey Fist busy for a while. Oh — and you've got mail."
Kim, still catching her breath, frowned. "Mail? Wade, I'm kind of mid-battle here."
"Trust me," Wade said, grinning on the tiny screen. "You'll want to see this. Two interview invitations — Harvard and Brown."
Kim's eyes widened. "Wait — Ivy League?"
Ron choked on the granola bar he had pulled out of his pocket. "KP… you're going Ivy? What happens to us? What happens to nacos?!"
Kim's heart thudded. Fighting ninjas was one thing. The future? That was uncharted territory.
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Later that night, Middleton was quiet under a fresh coat of February snow. The streets glittered in the lamplight as Kim made her way up the driveway. Her body was tired from the fight with Monkey Fist, but her mind buzzed with Wade's words.
She opened the family mailbox, brushing away frost. Inside, among the usual coupons and utility bills, sat two heavy envelopes, their embossed seals gleaming faintly even in the dark: one crimson, one brown. Harvard. Brown.
Kim's breath caught. She lifted them carefully, almost reverently, as though they might vanish if handled too roughly.
Inside, the dinner table was buzzing. Dr. Possible was already ranting about gamma ray bursts in Popular Science, while Mrs. Possible chopped vegetables. The Tweebs were locked in a tug-of-war over the TV remote.
"Family announcement," Kim said, holding up the envelopes. "Big one."
Everyone froze.
Her dad practically leapt from his chair, glasses sliding down his nose. "Kimberly Anne Possible, are those—?"
"Interview invitations," Kim said softly. "Harvard. And Brown."
The Tweebs let out twin gasps. Then—
"Until you blow up the cafeteria microwave!" they shouted together, cracking up.
"Boys," Mrs. Possible warned, though she was smiling. She turned to Kim, eyes soft. "Kimmie, this is incredible. Two Ivy League interviews? We couldn't be prouder."
Her dad dabbed his eyes with a napkin. "My little girl—Harvard! Bigger than a space launch! Bigger than a black hole experiment! Why, it's—"
"Dad." Kim cut him off gently, cheeks pink. "You're embarrassing me."
Ron, who'd been unusually quiet, set down his fork. His wide eyes darted between the letters and Kim. "KP… this is serious. This is, like, the beginning of the end! What if you go all Ivy and—" He gulped. "Forget me? Forget us?"
Kim blinked at him, startled by the crack in his voice.
Mrs. Possible raised an eyebrow. "Ron, don't be ridiculous. You'll both still be friends."
But Ron's gaze stayed fixed on Kim, worried. "I'm not saying you wouldn't want to be, KP, but… college changes stuff. What if you end up surrounded by genius brainiacs eating caviar and— and you realize your nacos-and-bagpipes buddy isn't exactly… Ivy material?"
Rufus squeaked, waving his tiny paws indignantly.
Kim reached across the table, her hand finding Ron's. She squeezed firmly, her voice calm and sure. "Ron. We've faced everything from mutant beavers to world-ending doomsday machines. We'll figure out college. We're Team Possible. Always."
Ron relaxed slightly, though the crease in his brow lingered. "Always," he echoed, but his tone was quieter, like he wasn't fully convinced.
The Tweebs, sensing an opportunity, started chanting: "Possible's going Ivy! Possible's going Ivy!" until Dr. Possible chased them around the table with his napkin like a flag.
Amid the chaos, Kim sat back, the letters resting on the table in front of her. The weight of them pressed down heavier than any mission gear. She glanced at her reflection in the dining room window — a girl caught between who she was and who she was becoming.
Saving the world? Simple. Facing the future? That's the real mission.
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