Hellooooo so this is not my first fanfic, I tried but failed one for an anime, and it didn't work out too well. But the thing is, I CAN'T GET THIS STORY OUT OF MY HEAD! By The Way, I'm a major procrastinator so don't be surprised if I update chapters very slowlybr
Disclaimer: If I owned Sky High, there would be a sequel out. I do own Avery though.
1/7/16:/strong major revision, basically scrapping the whole first chapter and replacing it.
It was ironic how hard hiding was to her. She would always be in plain sight. Her powers never made it easier to hide, it only made her stand out more to the people around her.
"She's...off. She doesn't have any friends, to the best of our knowledge, and she never participates. Sometimes, she fades out in the middle of class. It takes ages to find her. An academy dedicated to raising a generation of capable heroes can't have the mark of a villain on its reputation.
That's what they said when the expelled me from the New York Institute of Supers. I felt cheated, but uneasily accustomed to being turned away yet again.
As a ward of the state, I'd been tossed from hand to hand in every place imaginable. Foster homes, orphanages, and most recently, boarding schools.
My life was turning into a serial killer cliche.
It wasn't supposed to be like this. I was supposed to have a nice suburban house with a white post-fence and parents that went to my school conferences but instead, the child support agent in charge of my case just closed my file and sighed because Avery Greene needed a new home, yet again.
Mom and Dad would be ashamed how many times I was called a rising villain.
After New York Institute of Supers, the state was at a loss of where I should be assigned next (running out of places to hide), so they put me on the adoption market.
And apparently I was such a drain on their funds (multiple occasions during which I disappeared and they sent search parties only to find me in my designated room, hidden under the influence of my powers) that they hired a genealogist to find any living relatives who could take me in.
I really should have been angry at the Strongholds for forgetting that I existed, but they had hidden themselves so well out of the necessity to protect their secret identities that I supposed they had essentially cut off my parents as well.
The day I met them was the day I experienced something other than utter apathy. Steve and Josie Stronghold were quintessential heroes and tax-paying citizens, but they showed me, some pale kid with a juvie record and a smart mouth, the kind of hospitality no foster parents could ever emulate.
And when I began Sky High, things began to look up.