I lost my sight a long time ago when I was six years old. I still remembered what colors were, and what different things were, but the memories were only vague now. The rest of my senses had been honed over the past ten years. Finely tuned I suppose you could say. The doctors really hadn't been able to tell me why I'd lost my vision. They'd only told me that it was getting increasingly worse. Funny, I could have told them that and saved myself and my parents the visit and the fee. There'd been nothing they could do for me. Not that I had expected much really. Even as a child I was practical.

I lived a relatively normal life. Went to school in a nice place; had good friends, and of course spent my summers at the pool. When I was sixteen all of that changed. I woke up to feel as if my entire body was encased in electrical currents. It terrified me. I remember screaming in agony. That day was my sixteenth birthday. It marked the day that I was no longer just a blind teenager. My body changed; I changed. My world changed.

Don't get me wrong, I still couldn't see…well, not exactly. My eyes were different though. I could sense things. Almost like seeing auras. Mostly gray or greenish shapes. I could easily tell when someone was approaching me. I could tell if they were male or female without them even speaking. Now of course some of this probably had to do with my other senses. For instance most guys have a heavier footfall than girls do. Also, perfume, cologne, and deodorant helped the determination. I would have just accepted it as those fine tuned senses, except for the fact that I seemed to have developed some other…talents. I started a fire in the fireplace in our living room by thinking about it. I was cold. I accidentally stuck my hand too close to the fire place, and it didn't burn me. I suppose that I should have been more suspicious when my parents didn't seem to freak out…AT ALL, at these new abilities. However, seeing as I was busy freaking out I suppose it didn't enter my mind to think about them.

They informed me that same evening that the following school year, my junior year, I would be attending a new high school. Gee, happy birthday to me. Instead of finishing up my final two years of high school with my friends, I was going somewhere new. A new place where people would probably try to trip me up. I could hardly wait to see what these people had in store for the blind girl. It would be a new place where I would have to learn my processes all over again. How many steps between each classes; what paths to take to avoid obstacles. It isn't the easiest thing in the world to be blind you know. Routine becomes imperative, and so I didn't understand why I had to change schools. That's when I got the spiel. My father was a superhero. I almost laughed, but I refrained. He went by the name of WeatherWatcher. Gee, was I impressed. So now I got to attend the same school he'd gone to as a teen. I, Marina O'Connor, was going to learn how to be a superhero. I was going to the place where I'd learn to control my powers. A place called Sky High.