Ok, so I write whatever I feel like at the moment, and I felt like writing a story for Sky High. It fills up the boring times during school. I don't know where I'm going with this story, just bear with me please. Thanks! Hope you like reading it as much as I like writing it!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Sky High in this story except my OCs. I own the plot too.
I moodily brushed out my long black hair. My hair is streaked with blue and red. Today was my first day at Sky High. I just moved from Glasgow, Scotland where I had gone to another school for super heroes. You might have guessed from my hair, my powers are water and fire. My mother's power is ice, and my father's is fire.
I shook out my hair and grabbed my bag. I suppose you'll be wondering what I was wearing. Ok, so for my grand first-day-of-school outfit, I wore a black hooded sweatshirt and jeans, black boots and gloves cut off at the knuckles. Yup, very exciting.
"Ryanne!" I sighed. My mother. "Come on; don't want to be late on the first day of school!"
"Yeah, what if I do," I muttered to myself.
I headed down the steps after grabbing my CD player and sticking it in my bag. I met my brother, Josh, at the bottom of the steps. He was going into senior year at Sky High. "Hey," he said as he gave me a half hug, "C'mon, it won't be as bad as all that. I'll be there to look out for you." I smiled at him. I loved my older brother. He was so cool. He had only gotten the powers of ice, but was stronger than I thought I would ever be.
"Bye mom!" We both shouted as we headed out to the bus stop. "Bye dears! Have fun at school!" Mom was most likely in the kitchen where she spent most her time when she wasn't on a mission. Her alias was a caterer, which was fine with me because we always got fresh cookies when we can home from school.
No one else was at the bus stop when we got there. I was just about to turn on my music when the bus came around the corner. It stopped in front of us and opened the doors. I sighed deeply. Josh smiled at me encouragingly and we got on.
Josh found a seat next to a pretty girl near the front of the bus. I rolled my eyes at him. Josh had a thing for pretty girls, and pretty girls had a thing for Josh. I've been told by more than a few of my friends that my brother was "hot".
I looked for another seat, but all were full except one at the back. I made my way back there and sat down. The person next to me was a guy wearing all black: a black leather jacket, black jeans even black fingerless gloves. He had black hair with a red streak through it.
He looked up as I sat down.
"Did I give you permission to sit there?" he stated more then asked.
"No, but look around you, there's no where else to sit." I aid without letting my accent come through.
The bus had started to move. He shrugged and stared out the window again. I turned on my music.
The bus turned down a road marked 'construction' after awhile. "You might want to hold on," the guy next to me said.
I looked at him like he was crazy. Suddenly, seat belts cam out of the seat and strapped us both in. I could see the road suddenly end, and as we drove over the edge, I shut my eyes.
I felt us falling and could hear the kids around me screaming. I kept my eyes closed – I don't scream. Then I felt us level out and opened my eyes. The bus had sprouted wings and was soaring to a dark spot among the clouds.
The guy next to me was laughing. "Scared, freshie?"
"I'm not a freshman," I said angrily. I hated being called a "freshie". My accent came out as I said that but he seemed not to notice. Or not care.
"Really? You new then? What grade?"
"Sophomore." I said with a note of finality.
It was just as well, because just then, a large school appeared, floating among the clouds.
"Welcome to Sky High!"
So, what do you think? I'll probobaly update the next chapter tomorrow if not today. Please Review and tell me how you like it so far. Oh, and if you couldn't tell already, this story is with Warren and the gang. We're just going to pretend that Warren is in Junior year while the others are in Sophomore year.
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