Disclaimer: I dont own Kim Possible
Now the wheel has turned around; Jean Valjean is nothing now!
On Parole and The Bishop
Kim stepped off of the bus that had delivered her back to Middleton from the state prison she had been forced to call home for the past five years of her life. She had only just turned sixteen when she had been caught pilfering foodstuffs from the home of Middleton High Schools librarian, who apparently adapted whatever unholy organizational system that she used at her place of work for use in her kitchen pantry as well as a state-of-the-art security system.
Kim had cursed her luck for years after the event; after all, what were the odds that she would break into the only house in Middleton whose resident would report a missing loaf of bread to the police? What were the odds that the detective assigned to the case had to be the only human being in existence who could justify spending enough money to feed Kim and her brothers for a year on solving such an insignificant crime? What were the odds of this all happening on an election year with a district attorney who wanted to appear tough on crime for her constituents by grossly inflating the charges against her? And let no one forget the judge who, for similar reasons, handed down a sentence wildly disproportionate to the crime she had committed.