Disclaimer: I own nothing of Sky High, but I do own Anne and her family.

Warning: Nothing for this chapter, just an prologue.

A/N Note: So…Like most of my stories, I was sitting around one day (watching Sky High) and a character popped up into my head. This one just demanded to be written about despite her…quiet…nature. Lol this is where the story came from. I finished it a while ago and am actually starting on a sequel, but we'll see how popular this one is if I actually finish the sequel or not. Lol!

PROLOUGE

In a world of superheroes and super powers some were more blessed than others.

Some had two superhero parents. Some had only one. Some had powers that were amazing such as super strength, flight, control over various elements, or shape shifting capabilities. Some were even lucky enough not only to have survived falling into a vat of toxic waste, but be able to receive powers from it. Some had complete control over their powers. Some went to a place called Sky High and immediately was put into the Hero Class.

On the other hand: Others weren't so lucky.

Others didn't have superhero parents. Others didn't have such awesome powers like what was listed before. They had powers that they had no control over, or were considered "wimpy" by most. Others die when exposed to toxic waste. Others had no control over their powers. Others went to a place called Sky High and was immediately put into "Hero Support".

I'm one of those "others".

I should probably explain myself. First off my name is Anne, pretty boring. My parents aren't that original. My mother is a citizen. Completely normal in every way it seems. Although she does cook pretty quickly that suggests super speed. My father, on the other hand, is a Super. Most people know him as Siren or something. He has supersonic vocal cords. He hypnotizes people with just a sound of his voice, singing or not. That's where I get my power from.

Only, mine isn't so cut and dry. I have no control over it. I just woke up one day when I was 10 and BAM…I got my "powers". Well, power. I have a type of supersonic voice too. Different from my dad's and completely useless in my opinion. It doesn't even hypnotize people. Only creeps them out most of the time. It's the reason why I'm so quiet.

Anyway, so this is my story. Well, my version of the story. It's about my friends, my first year of high school, about pacifiers and dances and fire and all that.

Yeah…so here it is.