Chapter One: Ranna
The late bell rang as Warren stepped into the school gymnasium, backpack casually swung across one shoulder. Students were congregating by the bleachers, reaping the rewards of being first block and the fact that Coach Boomer was generally ten minutes late.
Moving away from the direction of the crowd, he climbed the stairs to the top of the open bleachers. Here he could watch the tardy students enter the school in a sprint, the clouds, and Boomer's car as it vainly searched for a parking spot among all the inconspicuous cars modified by Mr. Medulla, the mad science teacher.
A dark figure in the corner of the bleachers opposite of where he was sitting caught his attention. Her black turtleneck spread halfway across her hands, and well below the tops of her pants. The dark jeans molded over her converse shoes, fitting snugly against her thin legs. Warren couldn't see her face. Her naturally black hair shielded it, blending into her shirt.
Her pencil bobbed as it stroked across her notebook; whether she was drawing or writing he couldn't tell. Her large pink eraser came out constantly, despite the fact that her marks were made with a strong, confident hand.
The door burst open, Boomer walking in with a blustering expression. His face was red from the chill of the outside and from his later-than-usual tardiness. His clipboard was already in hand, the roster posted cleanly on it. Boomer stood before the quieting students, who recognized the signs of his no-nonsense mood.
Without taking time to call out each individual name, Boomer roughly scratched off the attendance of the nervously shifting class. He paused at the last name.
"Alright, class," Boomer announced loudly. "It appears we have a new student." He stumbled over the unfamiliar name. "Ranna…..Rannaseem……..Ra-"
"Rannaseemashur'tugal," the girl in the corner, standing up with her messenger back strap biting into her shoulder. "I am called Ranna." Her voice was emotionless, almost monotone.
Ranna slowly began her descent down, her shoes barely making a sound with each step, no different from the pause between them.
"You'll want to place me according to my powers. I will be fighting against Warren Peace to test my skill. I have already bought my uniform, so you don't have to worry about that." She walked towards the girl's locker room.
"Telepathy," Boomer muttered, penciling that in beside her name. "Let's see what else this girl's got. Warren," he shouted," suit up! You're going to be fighting an interesting match."
A/N: Ranna's name seems daunting, but it's actually really easy to pronounce. Ranna-seema-shur'tugal. For all of you Eragon people (rock on!), I am aware that shur'tugal means dragon rider, or something to that effect. Ranna was originally meant to be an Eragon fanfic character, but she became a Sky High one instead. This is NOT a Eragon/Sky High crossover. I'll try to make longer chappies in the future. I was just excited to post my first fic. Yay me!