A/N: I don't own Sky High, so don't sue me... but I definitely wouldn't mind owning Warren...

CHAPTER 1 'Enter Hurricane Samantha'

Sam's POV

"I still don't understand why the HELL I have to go to a freakin' floating school, for Goddess knows how long, while you guys get to stick around for all the fun!" I scream, for the umpteenth time after being forced into the effing jet. Why, oh WHY do I have to go into hiding while they get to fight for all of OUR rights?! Show me the fairness in that!

"Samantha Emuishéré Masika Munroe. We have been through this at least a thousand times. I will not repeat myself. You are going to that school, you are staying at said school and if you don't watch your language young lady, you'll have your powers restrained for the next 3 months!"

Ok, so mommy dearest is a bit short on patience after all my complaining. I am lucky it's uncle Scooter and Auntie Jean who are driving the jet. Well, actually it is just uncle Scooter, since Jean is "trying" (notice the sarcasm people) to get Logan off her back. Oh, yeah, she's trying soooo hard. Can't you just feel the sarcasm in that phrase? Wonderful thing sarcasm. Cause Jean and Logan have been doing some serious flirting (with each other of course) for the past... how old am I, 17? So yeah, for the past, at least, 17 years. Of course Logan hasn't aged a day. And Jeannie, as only he get's away with calling her, hasn't either thanks to that Phoenix energy thingy she has going for her. Don't ask me to understand the workings of a cosmical entity. All the professor said when I asked was that the Phoenix force had seen Jean as the most fitting host in centuries and, as such, wanted to preserve her for as long as possible. So for all intents and purposes, Jean has a healing factor. Let's leave it at that. Sorry, I tend to digress. Anyway, back to me and my problems.

So, after much discussion, (and trust me, it was hours upon hours of screaming matches between mom and me. The weather was off for days after those. Dad normally just stayed off to one side, betting with Logan and Gambit who would win this round of yelling. It would've been funny, had it not been me they were betting on) it was settled that I would go to Sky High. *shudder* Who the HELL came up with that name?

Oh, who are mom and dad? Just about the most annoying mutant couple in the whole of ... I would say America but that wouldn't be fair to the American people so I'll just stick to world. They're Ororo Munroe, aka Storm, and T'Challa, King of Wakanda, aka Black Panther (yes, people, that does make me princess of Wakanda).

What is the problem with going to Sky High? It should be cool, right? A super school, it's got to be fun. But here's the deal: I've been brought up between African plains and the halls of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. Those are the only two places in this whole, wide, world where I can honestly say I feel comfortable.

But because of some ridiculous government would-be law, all mutants have gone into hiding. The only safe places right now are with the "known" supers, because, even though the government hasn't got any records on them, they still basically work for the government and pay their taxes and daily save the lives of those "worthless little homo sapiens" as 'grandpa' Eric loves to call powerless people. And at their schools, aka Sky High and the likes, whose locations "are constantly changing to avoid detection". But you just can't make the whole of Xavier Mansion disappear so it's being evacuated until further notice. Most kids have family abroad and are being sent to Europe.

My only family is in Africa and since mommy and daddy are worried, they won't let me return to Africa "because of all the conflicts the African nations are going through". Yeah, right! Dude, those conflicts have been there since before Logan was born and they will still be there well after he's dead so I don't really understand what they're fussing about. My parents are crazy, and I've only just started dealing with it so they'll have to forgive me.

All this is going through my mind as the jet keeps steadily heading for Sky High. Uncle Scooter can really drive. I haven't felt a single turbulence throughout the whole flight and mind you this plane has to fight against the wrath of two very pissed weather witches, aka mom and me. Oh, yeah, I got her powers. And dad's. And, on top of that, I'm a genius, like daddy dearest. Only, he's into technology, I'm into genetics, but still... So, in the end, I'm like a super smart combo of Storm and Black Panther, all in one. Cool huh? Think again. Especially if your parents restrict the use of your powers as much as mine did.

They said that, since I already had a damn near perfect control over my powers but not over my temper I just had to reduce the use to a minimal. To avoid any accidental damages. Can you believe that?! Again, nuts. The both of them (I still have trouble controlling my body temp. Jean and mom say it's because of my feline half, since cats like it warmer, which doesn't make sense cause my temp is normally below any other person's... and also because of my raging hormones. It should sort itself out when I stop developing and my hormones calm down. In the mean time, I just have to deal with being slightly too cold for my taste most of the time. But still...).

To cap this up, they are off to the save all the mutants in America, from this stupid governments' Superhuman Registration Act. And they won't let me help. Not cool. How am I supposed to grow into a heroine if I'm not allowed to practice saving the world? Not that I actually need the practice. I mean, HELLO, I live with the X-MEN! By this time in my life I've learnt everything there is and isn't to being a hero! But, no! I can't help because I'm too young. This coming from the woman who has been "goddess", thief and X-woman! And of course, my dad won't dare contradict mom. UGHHH, sometimes I really hate my life. Except for my powers. My heritage is the one thing about myself I could NEVER regret. I'm half-America, half-African, have dark brown skin, with white hair and blue eyes (which I love! Come on people, who else gets that kinda gene combo?!), a woman and a mutant. And fucking proud of it.

Damn. We're there. Somebody please save me! But then again, I could probably just jump of the jet and fly away as fast as I can and try not to let my mom catch me. Yeah right! Who am I kidding? There's just no effing way to out fly my mother. Even though I probably am more powerful than her, she still has years of experience on me. Plus Jean's here. She could probably catch me the minute I set a foot out of this plane.

Damn it. I'm just gonna have to face it like a woman. Oh Goddess, how the hell am I going to survive this? NO! That's not the way to go. All I have to do is wait until the plane has left, and start planning how to get back to Africa. I suppose I could always fly most of the way back. Now, I just have to block my thoughts from Jean, and hope she hasn't already –

'Don't even think about it.' Damn! So close. Now she's glaring at me. Well, as much as Jean can glare. Which, let's face it, she can't. She smiles at the comment. Good. But this just means that I'm gonna have to stick around. Oh, well. At least there's got to be some decent eye-candy around here, right?

A/N: Short chapter, I know. It can be considered as a prologue, I guess... but you still have to review!!! I'll probably be updating every two days btw. Hope you liked it!