Probably the quickest I got out a set of chapters when just starting up a story. But anyways, this fic takes place in the middle of the movie during the start of the school year. A SkyHigh fic... A bit different than the others as it is not a Hero VS Villian or Hero VS Human, but... Yeah. Your gonna see in the next chapter what kind of conflict...
Spark
She tapped her fingers restlessly against the top of the white desk. The same shade of white that encased her entire form. Walls, ceilings, floor, chairs... All the same glorious pristine white, that she had come to loath as it made her mind bland which than led to her thoughts being muddled instead of organizing and calculating. Something she was known for, also the same trait that landed her inside the white room. She perked up at hearing the door open. Coming through was a women and 2 male students.
She noticed Mrs. Powers look over at her taking in the teenagers appearance. "I see your here Miss. Summers. Lunch isn't even over yet, that's a record." The brunette commented with an amused smile. Yep. It was usually by recess that she had been directed to the detention room. Than again it may have had something to do with being late, and once she did come in she immediately went to the gym at hearing the seniors having their Hero Registration and Team Assignment, and proceeded to do what she did best. Cause humiliation and annoyance to those you snubbed her.
And with those 5 minutes in the school she was already skipping off to her second home with a satisfied smirk on her face.
Their was also alot of extremely enraged people who probably wanted to throttle her... But fuck them. Detention room was fun. All the trouble makers could hide out there and sing Kumba-fucking-Ya.
Haha... Yeah, she wished
No, actually they sat their and shared stories of how they got there. Usually someone would blast some rock music while another would be planning hid or her future as a villian while someone else would point out mistakes and help them out.
At one point in time, their was a motorcycle created in this very room. It was a beauty. Going 200 miles an hour, with a cookie maker, flying capabilities, surround sound system which was hooker up to the helmet and lets not forget the fact it run on electricity alone.
It was than confiscated by Mr. Medualla who used it when on the town, as reported by a shape-shifting tabby who spent a great deal of time trying to insert the cookie maker.
Erin blinked than shook herself from the thoughts about the beloved bile and looked at the 2 males. She than proceeded to realize that the timid one was the Stronghold kid. At first confused she looked over at the second year and smirked in understanding.
Leaning back in her seat she called out to the punkish looking Pyro. "Well, hello Mr. Warren. Didn't think you'd come to visit me so soon-" She was cut off mid-sentence with the gaping look for the smaller kid. "What?" She furrowed her brow and cocked her head at the stare she was receiving from Will.
Mr. Powers chuckled at the still in awe freshman. "Don't worry about it Will. Warren and Erin usually get along mutually well. And don't worry their wont be no sparking, or flaming in the detention room" Both of the detention regulars received a warning glance from her before she turned to the door and started to walk away. "I will be here 10 minutes before the bell rings to let you all out" She informed them in a practised fashion.
Erin looked away from them with a shrug turning to her bag which she took out a thick hard-covered sketch pad which she opened to a blank page before taking a pencil from where it stuck in her spiky bun and started to lazily sketch something that was much to early in the development to recognize.
Without turning around she spoke, "So what happened to get the Commanders and Jet-streams kid in here?" She asked dully, her hand pressing the pencil down on the paper causing it to darken and make it look slightly ominous.
Said kid looked over at her, slightly startled that she had spoken to him. His previous excitement dampened temporarily by the fact he had gotten in trouble and was now stuck in a power-less room with 2 delinquents. One of them that was already pretty strong with training and the other having no problems with irritating the leather-clad teenager. Fire or not.
Breathing in he finally answered her with a slight timid stutter. "I- uh... We got into a fight in the cafeteria using our powers"
Erin hnned smirking as she made shaded a good deal of the paper, purposing avoiding small sparks of pure white that become visible as the deep ebony chalk background started to form. "Well, that's pretty common for Flame-boy over there" She slid her eyes over to Will, one of her slim, dark eyebrows arching up to give him a curious look. "Though, I must say its pretty amusing that a Stronghold got into a brawl" She explained, laughing at him when his cheeks dared to a reddish tinge.
Her gleaming mismatched blue eyes looked over to Warren. "Your quite... Don't tell me your pissy just because you got detention... Not exactly something new for you." She teased cocking her head at him, while he merely scowled at her words. She chuckled lightly. "Wow... You really are in a pissy mood" She turned her head with a shrug, back to the now finished picture despite not seeing it half the time she drawing it.
She looked at the picture fingering her pencil before stabbing it through her hair. Slapping it shut she stuffed it into her bag. She easily pulled her dark green messenger bag over her shoulder before getting up. "Love to stay and chat, but I think its about time I blow this joint" She gave said, waving to them before trotting over to the door.
Will gaped while Warren raised a brow as she dug into her large zip-up pocket to pull out a familiar-looking white-wash key card. Holding it up in front of the, she perched herself in front of the door and swiped it through the machine that was located beside the door. And oh look! White... She didn't snort though as she tapped in the password swiftly. The machine whirred and suddenly the door opened up to revel the hallway. Behind her Will gaped in a mixture of horror and shock at the fact that the second year had so freely defied her Principal.
The Stronghold child turned to see the impassive face of Warren. How bad was this chick to even have the Warren Peace not in the slightest bit irritated with her delinquent antics? She had pick-pocketed the Principals key car, broken out of the detention room, and from what he heard from the rumours was the same chick who had sneaked into the locker rooms and cut off all the private parts on the students clothing for the third years.
A bit short, yeah, but hopefully over the next one or two chapters the words will start flowing a bit better and in moer numerous numbers.
