Prologue
"ALL RIGHT!" Coach Boomer stood on a raised level of Sky High's gym, "I am Coach Boomer, and it is my job to place you into a Hero's class or a Sidekicks," he said the last word as if it was unworthy for mouth.
I scowled; my parents had always said that Boomer was the most insufferable idiot they'd had the misfortune to meet.
" Yes, you will show your powers in front of everyone, and if you don't like it, that's your problem and if I get even ONE parent calling me about my placement skills, YOU'LL BE SORRY!" he shouted. (Now I know why he's called Boom) And he started to call people up.
Oh yeah! About me, as you've probably guessed, I'm at the only super hero high school I know, Sky High. Literally. I mean that when we look outside, we get an up close and personal view of the clouds. My name's Sener. And this is my first year at Sky High . Dad said that I had to go, I would have rather just stayed home. But anyways...
"Lupe, Sener!" Coach Boomer called out. I cringed, I hated my first name, it was so weird. I got to the top of the platform and glared at the coach. Boomer glared right back and said: "Ok lets go!"
"My power," I said " is speed" I raced around the room becoming a black and red blur. When I stopped again, I stared expectantly at Boomer.
"SIDEKICK!" he roared
I began to run again, this time I pushed Boomer to the ground and pinned him.
"Oh yeah!" I said, " I can transform too." And I turned into A bear sized silver wolf, "Now," I growled, "put me in the hero's class, or I'll rip your lungs out!"
From underneath one of my paws, Boomer grabbed the clipboard and wrote my name in the hero's column.
Smiling, I left the stage and once again joined the crowd. I watched two more people enter the Hero class, one Sidekick, then
"Warren, Peace," Boomer called. A hush fell over the crowd. Warren had a villain for a dad, and a hero for a mom, or something like that. Warren's power was fire. He could cross his arms and when he pulled them apart, fire could light up his arms.
"HERO!" Boomer called. Then the luch bell rang. Warren headed off without saying a word. Most of the other people were still whispering about Warren's past.
I, not being scared of a boy, walked up to him and started talking .
"Hi!" I said
"hey,"
"You know where the lunch room is?"
"Nope"
"neither do I"
"I think it might be left"
"What gave you that inspiriation?"
"the sign that says Cafeteria, and points left"
" where?"
"Right there!" Warren pointed at the sign and sure enough a small arrow pointed left.
After finding the lunch room, Warren sat down at an empty table, glowering at his sandwich. I sat down across from him. When Warren looked up, he said:
" You know, I'm surprised you're still talking to me."
"Why?"
" Most other people are, well a little scared of me, I mean when one of your parents is a villain…"
" What does that have to do with anything? I don't care who your parents are, youre interusting while most of these other people, well they're al caught up in gossip."
Warren smiled. Two weeks later, he asked me out.