For some reason, i decided to write this, and your opinion are more than welcome, thankyou.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sky High or any of the characters, satisfied?
Lori groaned as her clock sprung to life, flicking her fingers at it, it instantly silenced. Today was her first day at a new school, not exactly something she was looking forward to. Being expelled from her previous school meant that she wasn't exactly going to be popular with the law abiding students, but then again, it was likely that none of them had tried to destroy the school, unintentionally of course.
As per normal, she could hear the thoughts of her neighbors as they began their days, they invaded her brain like an overcrowded room buzzing noise. Lori took a minute to work on her mental shields that allowed her to block them out, she was startled out of her reverie by the sharp knocking on her door as her aunt Josie called out.
"Lori, honey, time for school." She called brightly before disappearing down the hall to wake Lori's cousin Will. Lori groaned loudly and flopped back in her bed, covering her face with a pillow. It had been a week since her mother had disappeared off the face of the earth, everyone had agreed it would be ideal for Lori to stay with her aunt and uncle, the Commander and Jetstream, much to her dismay. It had only taken days for them to transfer Lori to Sky High, and make this move seem permanent, something that Lori didn't like.
Standing up, she flicked her fingers at her wardrobe, they opened and clothes flew out, Lori dressed quickly, black corset style shirt, black Skirt, boots and black headband and make up. At her old school, she had had been known as the queen of Goth, something she took as a compliment, and something she had no intention of changing. She pushed her headband back from her forehead, thick black curls were pushed away with it, her hair was always something she could hate, no straightener worked on it, no serums smoothed it, as a result of her telekinesis, it was always frizzy.
Downstairs, she received the look of disapproval from her uncle, fighting of the urge to flip him off, she reached across the table for an apple, having to lean past her annoying cousin. Despite the fact that they were the same age, Lori always saw Will as a little annoying kid, even worse was the fact that before Lori had a chance to take a bite of her apple, Will's hippy girlfriend walked in the back door, removing all traces of Lori's appetite. The first time she had met Layla, she was given the look, Lori didn't have to read minds to tell that Layla didn't like her, Lori read her mind for fun anyway and found a nest of unpleasant thoughts about Lori's dress sense. Lori had reacted by blowing up a plant in the same room, it was safe to say that Layla didn't like her.
"Good Morning Layla." Josie said pleasantly.
"Good morning Mrs. Armstrong" she said smiling. Instinctively, Lori flicked her finger and suddenly a plant on the windowsill blew up, spraying dirt and leaves everywhere, it was funny watching Layla get angry.
"Bus is here." Said Lori, grabbing her bag and skipping out the front door, followed by Will, whose was trying to restrain Layla.
"I'm Ron Wilson, bus driver, and you are?" Asked the bus driver.
"Lori, bite me." she said, walking past him and down to the back seat of the bus, Layla and will got on, greeting the bus driver cheerfully, it seemed that Layla was over her little tantrum following the plant explosion.
Lori settled in the seat, pulling out a set of headphones and turning up the music loudly, drowning out the mind voices with a random mix of Linkin Park songs. As she watched, kids got onto the bus, one of the, dressed in a ridiculous yellow and white outfit, walked up to the back of the bus in an attempt to talk to her, it was only when Lori made his bag hit him over the head, did the kid get the message and leave her alone. Across the aisle from her, a kid smirked, he was dressed in a leather jacket, his dark hair had red streaks through it, he also had headphones on, it seemed to be a trend with kids who strayed in the Goth side. It was annoying for Lori to know that she wouldn't be the only weird kid at the school. She looked out the window, for some reason they were about to fly off a cliff, she could hear people screaming, both in their heads and through their mouths, she could sense a headache coming on as she turned up the volume on her MP3 player. It helped slightly, but as the bus sprouted wings and flew up into the air, the excitement that filled the minds of the students buzzed in her brain, and she knew a defeat when she heard it. Shutting off the music, she shoved the player back into her back, just in time as the bus landed softly on the drive at Sky High.
Lori stepped of the bus, looking around as students showed up, some flew, others used jetpacks, mostly they came from the buses that landed on the strip near the lawn. Lori was about to walk up the steps to the school, when a fat kid circling her stopped her and other one stretching his limbs in a flip down the stairs until her landed in front of her, he held out a hand.
"I'm Lash." Said the stretchy one. "This is Speed." He said of the fat kid. "As the student body representative, we'll be happy to collect the fifteen dollar freshman fee." He said.
Lori sighed, there were idiots everywhere she went. "Look noodle and crispy cream, I'm a sophomore, a transfer, I can read your minds and can tell your bullshitting to me, so back off, okay?" she said sweetly. They looked stunned, apparently not many people stood up to them. Lori was debating whether to blow up their school bags, when the bags in question suddenly burst into flame, the kid in the leather jacket smirked as he walked past, watching the two bullies beating at the flames on their bags. He smiled at Lori and she have him the finger as she walked into the building, she hated it when other people finished her fights.
Inside the building, she was directed towards the gym, where the new freshmen were having their powers tested. A kid stood on a platform and as Lori watched, he froze the teacher, before melting him.
"Hero." Praised the teacher in a booming voice. "You next Doom Queen." He said, it took Lori a moment to realise that he meant her. Lori rolled her eyes and walked onto the platform. She let the walls in her mind slip a bit as to read his mind.
"is she the manager of 'Goths 'R' Us'?" he thought.
"You're a sophomore, transfer, right?" he asked, she nodded.
"What's your power?" he asked.
"Telekinesis and Telepathacy." Lori said. "And no, I'm not the manger of 'Goth's 'R' Us', I'm merely dark." She said.
"Car." Said the teacher, clicking a button on his remote.
Lori rolled her eyes again at the oncoming car, lazily rasing one hand and flicking her fingers, blowing the car to pieces.
"Hero." Boomed the coach.
"Asshole." Muttered Lori as she jumped down from the platform. Someone handed her a schedule and directed her towards the class she was supposed to be in, a class called Hero 101, aka, History. Opening the door, she became the subject of many curious glances, not something Lori wasn't used to.
"You are?" asked the teacher, she was wearing a green outfit, and looking through her thoughts, Lori realised that her power lay in plants.
Another Hippy. She thought.
"Lori Taylor." She said.
"Right, I'm Miss Resins. Take a seat up there next to Mr. Peace." She instructed briskly.
Lori walked up the aisle to the seat and looked over to see the hothead wearing the leather jacket. Reluctantly, she sat down, she was getting a headache from the voices in the room, peoples minds buzzed loudly. Lori put her head down and tried to pull up her mental shields, she had accomplished something of the sort when a voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Miss Taylor." The teacher said in her sharp voice.
"Sorry?" Said Lori, her head darting up.
"I was saying could you tell us your thoughts on Static and Movement, the villains?" asked the teacher.
Oh God, she knows. Thought Lori, fighting down panic.
"What about them?" she asked, trying not to let her voice waver.
"What do you know about their history?" asked the teacher, as if talking to a five year old.
"They met in high school, Static controlled electricity at a lethal rate and Movement had extremely powerful telekinesis, after almost twenty years of evil, Movement was caught by the Commander and Static disappeared." Lori said quietly, she could have gone into depth about their reign of terror, the kidnapping, assassinations, the destruction, she could have talked about how they never had any time for their only daughter, and how Static was caught by his own brother in law, the commander, who married Jetstream's sister, Nicola, also known as Static, but it didn't matter, let the others think that she was stupid, it was a small price to pay for her life.
"That's Right, the Commander caught Static during a terrible Battle, one that was thought to have killed Movement, when her body was never recovered, it was assumed that Movement had abandon Static and disappeared." Miss Resins walked between the aisles of students as she read aloud. "Good riddance as well I say." She said, shutting the textbook sharply. "They were the worst people, they even outrivaled Royal Pain herself."
The textbook in her hands suddenly exploded, paper flew like confetti around the hysterical students, and the lights began to flicker slightly. Then the bell went, all the students surged out of the classroom, leaning the panicked teacher to clean up the mess.
In her next class, Lori introduced herself to the teacher, who happened to have a very big head, he sent her to partner with girl with long blond hair and dressed in a lot of pale blue. Lori quickly let her guards down so she could hear the thoughts of the people around her. The problem with a crowded classroom was that she couldn't exactly pinpoint whose thoughts belonged to whom. The girl next to her was the only obvious one, and she was thinking that Lori looked like a skank in her outfit. Lori resisted the urge to tell her to go look in a mirror, but was interrupted by someone else's thoughts, a warm male voice was reflecting on how pretty she was, another was commenting on her ass, but then her mind was flooded with disapproving thoughts from the females in the room. Sighing, she pulled up her mental shields and turned to copy down what the teacher was writing on the board, at the end of the lesson, she reflected that if she even heard another discussion on the differences between rays and beams again, she would most likely scream and blow up the speakers.
She looked down at her schedule and realised that it was time for lunch, following the thoughts of food and the smell, she found herself standing in a cafeteria. Lori never really ate lunch, it took a lot of effort on her part to stay slim, as she was naturally a big person. She ignored the line and walked over to a empty table and put her headphones on, and her head in her hands, trying to block out the persistent voices.
"Your at my table." Came a voice, both in her head and out. Lori pulled off her headphones, she looked up and saw leather jacket boy standing there.
"Your name's not on it." She said.
"It's my table, only I sit here." He said.
"How about I destroy it, and you, and there will be no problem." She said, sweetly. He said nothing, just sat down at the end of the table away from her. Lori put her headphones on, but that couldn't drown out his voice in her head, he was purposely creating noise in his head, just to annoy her, it wasn't words, or a tune, he was just making noise. Lori dropped her head onto the table and tried to ignore him. after ten minutes of this, the book he held in his hand violently exploded, the lights above them flickered, around the cafeteria, things began to rapidly explode, food was flung everywhere and the lights began to flicker rapidly until they too, exploded violently. Students screamed and forced their way from the cafeteria, all of them except leather kid at the end of the table Lori sat at.
"Interesting display." He commented, apparently unnerved by the display.
"Miss Taylor and Mr. Peace, trust you two to be in on this." Came a sharp voice, Principal Powers had arrived.
She escorted them both to detention, closing the white door behind them, Lori could hear her shoes click as she walked away.
"Absolutely freaking fabulous." Muttered Lori, sitting in one of the chairs.
"I'm Warren Peace." Introduced the leather kid.
"I don't care." Said Lori, pulling out her headphones. Warren smirked and watched her as she turned up the volume on her headphones. Suddenly coming to a realisation, she took them off and listened intently.
"Think of something." She ordered Warren.
"What?" he asked.
"My powers aren't working." She commented.
"The detention room does that." He said.
"I'm assuming that you know from experience." Lori said, shaking her head.
"Pretty much." He said, pulling another book from his bag. Experimentally, Lori flickered her fingers at it, nothing happened. She sighed and sat back down, apparently she going to be bored for a while.
Two hours later, the door slid open, Principal Powers stood there and next to her were the Commander and Jetstream, as well as a woman with dark hair and an angry expression.
"Your parents are here to pick you up." Said Powers with a grim smile.
"They're not my parents." Said Lori, marching past them, the noise of people's minds had already started to invade her brain. She ignored the calls of her aunt and uncle and ran to edge of the school, throwing herself off the edge and freefalling.
She landed in front of the house, having used her telekinesis to control wind currents to let her down gently. To her dismay when she opened the door, all of Will's friends were having a study session in the lounge room. She walked past without saying anything to anyone and walked up the stairs to the room she was occupying. Lori dumped her bag and flopped down on her bed, as she did, the lights flickered again, something she wasn't always able to control. She heard the front door open and slam as her Uncle Steve and Aunt Josie returned. Not wanting to face and inquest, that from reading their minds she knew was coming, Lori opened the window and jumped out onto the roof, landing in the garden, she walked off down the street, with intentions of going to find herself something to eat.
She ended up at a Chinese restaurant called the Paper Lantern, sitting down, she put her head in her hands and tired to ignore the minds of the other diners.
"What can I get you?" asked a familiar voice.
"You work here?" Lori asked Warren.
"My mom owns the place, so you want something?" he asked.
"Um, food." She said, looking down she ordered the first thing off the menu, not noticing what she ordered. When Warren bought her food out, he watched her for a moment.
"Do the voices annoy you that much?" he asked.
"Yep, I can hear them like a buzzing noise." she said, eating something that looked like noodles.
"All of them clearly?" he asked.
"No, only if I focus on them." She said to him. Looking at him standing there, she motioned for him to sit down. He did, looking at her as she ate her food.
"And the blowing things up?" he asked.
"That's comes from my mom." She said, wondering if she had said too much. "What do you do?" she asked.
"Flames, mainly." He said.
"Right, fun." She said, grabbing a spring roll from the plate.
"What's wrong with fire?" he asked, offended.
"Nothing, better than just being able to blow things up and hear voices making you think your crazy." She said, speaking between mouthfuls of food.
"What about you electricity powers?" he asked, Lori almost choked on her food.
"How do you know about them?" she asked.
"You do realise that every time you're around and upset, the lights flicker?" he asked.
"I don't really have any control over that." She admitted.
"I think Static would be disappointed." Warren said, Lori looked up, alarmed.
"What did you say?" she asked, her voice dropped to a whisper.
"I know that you're the kid of Static and Movement." He said calmly. Lori resisted the urge to run away, not have this conversation.
"How do you figure that?" she asked.
"Our Dad's were friends, Barron Battle and Static Shock, they went way back." He said.
"Nice to know you still talk to your old man, I don't, and I don't want to talk about him." Lori said, standing up and throwing money on the table for the food. Grabbing her jacket, she walked out of the restaurant. Warren grabbed her discarded plates and returned to the kitchen, smirking.