A teen age girl set down her step- mother's laundry and looked at the clock, 6:45am. She had twenty minutes to get ready for school. She hurriedly put away her own clothes and pulled out something comfortable; slightly faded sunset pink skirt and peaches and cream tank top. Normally the girl did not wear that much pink, but she liked these colors and was most likely going to be wearing blue and green to match her eyes the next day. She brushed her teeth and left her curly brown hair spiraling down her back. After pulling on a pair of American eagle flats and pushing her glasses onto her face she left her room. She had ten, fifteen minutes to pull together breakfast for her step-mom and annoying Step-brother. Lash has a pig headed fool and would not leave her alone. After her father died he had started picking on her. Coming out of the closet for being the most feared bully at Sky High, he picked on her openly at home. Sky High; that was were she was going. Thank goodness there was grade separating Lash from her, and hopefully plenty of people. She was a freshman, and he was a senor. After that stunt he pulled last year at homecoming she was afraid that she would not be accepted.

She grabbed a couple pop tarts for herself after flash cooking some waffles. The girl snapped her fingers and a flame appeared on her finger. She slowly heated her food. She grabbed her most treasured position. Her red Vera Bradley was the last thing her father had given her. She was more of a tom boy, but she did anything to feel closer to her dad. She walked down the side walk eating her pop tart. The fact that Mommy Dearest was letting her go to Sky High was interesting. Maybe she was tired of me being a brat. The girl smirked. She had been forced to work for her Step-mother soon after her father died. She had done the work (home schooling herself along the way), but she made herself completely annoying. She never complained, but made plenty of noise!

The bus pulled up. She held her breath and walked up the steps. She made her way to the back of the bus. She slipped of her glasses put on some shades and turned on her ipod shuffle. She cranked up Bethany Dillon and pretended to zone out. Hopefully the shades and earphones would keep people from talking to her. Behind the shades she knew nobody would notice her looking at them.

The bus stopped again. A hippie, some guy wearing read white and blue, a short black kid, a girl with purple in her hair, and a kid that looked like a human glow stick jumped on the bus talking and laughing.