Note: I do not own 'Sky High' but do own my character. I set it as if Warren is a year ahead than everyone else because he looks and acts older. Enjoy.
Before I tell you my story, you need to know some background info.
My name is Charlotte 'Charlie' Stewart and I'm 17. My hair is naturally a dark brown but I like to change the color whenever I feel like it. I have blue-gray eyes and dimples. When I was with my parents, I was forced to dress to please them, so most often in jeans or a skirt and a girly top. This was when people would call me cute. I utterly hate the word 'cute'. When I'm alone, I normally wear dark jeans with a dark tank top or a long sleeved shirt or a hoodie. It was probably because I was sick of those girly clothes and had a crappy attitude (according to my mom at least). I wear dark eyeliner and black cuffs on each of my wrists.
I'm taller than average for a girl, about 5' 10 with a slender build. One random guy did comment how big my boobs were for my body. I shrugged my shoulders and ignored him when he asked if they were real.
I have spent my whole life in a little town in Alberta (which is in Canada) but have never been to school. Which was fine by me. I hate people of authority and whenever possible I frustrated the hell out of them by bucking the system. So my parents home schooled me. Don't get me wrong. I love to read and know a lot more than I let on. It could be because of what I can do, which is the main reason why my parents home schooled me. They were worried of what would happen if anyone found out.
A couple of months ago, my parents went on a second honeymoon, trusting me in staying home alone and not revealing my abilities to anyone. Shortly after take off, their plane crashed. Everyone on board died almost instantaneous. In a way, I blame myself because I should have known what was going to happen and should have been able to stop it but with my abilities, I physically would have had to been there to do it. With their deaths, I was an orphan until Child Services found a cousin on my father's side. He agreed to take me in and so now I'm moving to California to live with him.
My guardian, Ron, had picked me up at the airport. You're probably wondering why a girl would fly after her parents died in a plane crash. Well, I could stop anything from happening if anything should arise but it was a normal flight. He took me back to his house and showed me my room. That's when I told him we needed to talk. I had lived too long without telling anyone about what I could do so we sat in the living room and I told him.
He didn't freak out and actually told me that there was a school for kids like me. I was shocked. I thought I was the only one. That's when he told me about his ability to grow gigantic. He made a call and had me enrolled in the school. I was to start Monday.