Summery: she's an elemental, of sorts, her personality equalling the ferocity and fickleness of her elements. but with her darkened past, and soil innocence, it's hard not to sympathize with her. that is untill she opens her mouth. As Sky High is about to find out. Expelled from numerous amounts of skls, passed around from foster carer to foster carer, and a super, Pandora Sanderson is a spark tht cn ignite any situation. Having moved from centreral London, to some tiny little American town, she is not happy in the slightest and makes no secret of it. Fire flies, secrets are spilled, crushes, OCs and other issues ensue. And then the real story comes to light.

A/N: this is another story I wrote and am reviewing this 1 has minor changes to it too, but I hope u enjoy it at the moment they're only minor, but the changes get more and more as I go on. Btw- I am aware tht my main charrie is a lil mary-sue-ish (I was tld tht the last time I postd it), but she's almost the exact replica of mi mum when she was that age. Anyway: tell me what u think!!! And the more reviews I gt… the more inspiration I get… the faster I update :)

Hope u enjoy chapter 1

Might I Present… PYRO

You know what sucks? Moving.

You know what really sucks? Moving whole CONTINENTS!

And what sucks even more than that? Having to move because you're adopted parents found out that you have secret super powers.

Oh bloody joy.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

It's gonna be good bye Camden lock market. Good bye subverse. Good bye concerts at Brixton. Good bye Oxford street. Good bye Regents park.

And hello stuck up morons. Hello stupid accents. Hello defined labels. Hello fellow FREAKS!

Okok, so that's not how I really feel. I mean come on, I'm a diagnosed pyromaniac with fire powers, how much more cool can that get?!

My parents can't do shit about it, coz I can just say that it was an accident. Powers outta control.

Bullshit.

I've been able control this baby since I was about eleven or twelve.

The one I can't handle is my water power. If I get mad I can cause floods like hell and make the seas get angry. When I'm calm, most of the waters around me go pretty damn flat. When I get excited- oh hell, you get the gist of it. What's worse is that I can create water. So that causes some problems.

Yeah yeah, I know. Weird elemental powers to have. Fire and water. Conflicting. Personally I think they go together pretty well for me.

But yeah, this is why I am now waiting for some stupid bus, in drizzle (not so home sick now… London always had drizzle, even when it was sunny), getting more and more annoyed, and beginning to wander if my misery is why it was drizzling.

Up drove the bus. In I get, glaring at the bus driver. Then turning to the rest of the bus population, glaring at everyone else too.

As I stalked down the middle of the aisle, I heard a girl mutter, "what's that freak's problem…"

I wanted to turn around and show the exactly what my problem was, when I saw a very unorigional kid try to trip me up by sticking out their leg a few feet before I actually got there.

Instead of tripping up, I turned to face him straight on, a small fire licking round my relaxed hands. It was all I needed to get the kid's attention.

"Careful kid," I snarled at him nastily, "wouldn't wanna get burned would you… would know now?"

His eyes were fixated on my burning hands "No, ma'am," he stammered.

I smiled at him, more like smirked like I was gonna kick his ass. Which was probably exactly what I would have done, given a better excuse.

"Good lad. Now put you're feet away. Before someone not so pleasent deals with them."

Before he could answer, I carried on down to the back of the bus, and sat in the corner, pulling out my ipod and closing my eyes as I turned it on. I could not be bothered with people just then.

I'm not a social person when I first join a school. Takes me ages to warm up to a place, especially when I had just settled into my other posh ass school. And the only reason I had been accepted into this was one was because my parents had been scared shitless I'd blow up Big Ben or flood the houses of parliament or something.

Haven't they heard of a physiologist?

I felt the bus go, and I felt it take off too. Not all that shocked to be honest. I mean, come one. Sky High? Not too difficult to figure out what that meant.

That and… the head mistress, or principal, or what ever they call it in the US, came to visit.

Knows my dad apparently, but he was never a Super, and neither was my mum. They didn't know who my blood parents were, so they couldn't say anything about that.

I'm a nobody. Some baby they found in the dumpster, got given to social services. Then adopted at the age of seven, and found out I had powers at the age of eight. Got dumped again, then adopted by the time I was eleven, and they stuck with me. Then I got dragged out here.

I love my mum and dad. I mean yeah I'm angry that I got moved out here and everything. But they were the ones who found out about my powers, the social services 'forgot' to tell them they had adopted a freak (they wanted to get rid of me… explosive personality… couldn't keep up with me), and they kept me anyway.

Mum hugged tightly when I got angry, when they found out, even though my hands were on fire. She told me that she loved and she would never give up on me.

Made me calm down.

You think I have issues now? I'm better now! I was a flaming wreck before! And the pun was intended.

The bus landed smoothly, and the students climbed out. Pulling the ear phones out of my ears, I tucked them away and slouched out of the bus.

"Hey kid," called the bus driver. I turned to look at him, almost angrily, "watch it. Some of them have powerful friends."

"Big deal. Some of us don't need powerful friends," I replied cryptically, "I'm not scared." I walked away from him and looked up at the school.

Shit this place was ENORMOUS! I felt the bus drive away, I turned to look behind me, and all I could see was sky. Wow… bloody… wow…

This place looks good. Though I have a bad feeling about the people.

Someone knocked into me from behind. Almost sending me sprawling if I didn't have good balance.

"Oh shit," the person swore.

"Watch it," I snarled, tugging on my bag.

The boy pushed his dark hair away from his face, and set his interesting features into a glare at me. "You watch it, newbie."

I raised my eyebrows at him. "Uh huh… riiiiight… childish much?" All the while wandering why he couldn't come up with a little more of wittier come back.

I rolled my eyes at him and before he could insult me any more, I walked off. Not actually knowing where I was going. The building was in front of me, and I knew I had to get there somehow. I just didn't know what to do. Or how to do it.

Ugh… great first day…

"Uh, hey," murmured an almost shy voice from near by, head snapped to my left as I met the person's look.

She looked about my age, maybe a little younger. Her hair was blonde, in soft waves down her back, and her glasses were shaded black so I couldn't see her eyes at all. She was dressed in casual jeans, baggy and torn and frayed at the bottoms. Her tighter fitting fitting blouse was a soft, friendly red. She looked shy, and under normal circumstances I would have been a lot kinder to her.

I liked shy people, they were sweet and often had interesting things about them, even if they weren't open about in the beginning.

"Yeah?" I asked, slowly, I was in a mood, so I had to be careful about what I said and did. I was very aware of what my powers did when I was in a mood, but I do not like hiding them. So there.

"You're new here right," she stammered slightly. I couldn't see her eyes, but I got the feeling she was nervous about me.

"Yeah," I shrugged, "is it that obvious?"

"Well the accent gives you away," she chuckled slightly. I had to grin at that. I was probably one of the only English people in the bleeding school, so I felt very out numbered. Her accent I liked. It was a soft East Coast one, not sharp like some.

"Heh heh," I grinned, "yeah. And I kinda have no idea where to go." First impressions are always the long lasting ones. My first day at school would probably determine if I turn out to be a loner (and if that happened I'd turn into a bully) or if I made any friends. It's what's happened in the past. What can I say?

"I'll show you," she offered, smiling.

"That would be awesome," I smiled back at her. I was feeling better about the school slightly. She was friendly, maybe others wouldn't be so bad either. "What's you're name?"

"Honey Ferris," she replied, "you?"

I blinked in surprise. "As in Jenny Ferris' daughter? Jet?" She nodded, smiling very slightly. "Cool." And I left the subject.

I knew most kids had to be put up with being compared to their parents, so I didn't say anything. Seeing as I had no parents and didn't hide it, no body had anyone to compare me to.

"Pandora Saunderson," I put my hand out to her, "or Pyro if you can't be bothered saying Pandora."

She took my hand and shook it. "Why Pyro?" she wandered.

I grinned and let my hand jump into flames as we let go. She squealed and jumped about a foot in the air making me laugh. She put her hand to her heart, breathing rapidly laughing at herself as well.

"Well that answers my question." She breathed heavily.

I turned it off, still chuckling. "Sorry about that, couldn't help myself."

"I know what you mean. As destructive as my power is, I kinda like it."

We stared walking towards the school. "What is you're power? I mean you're mum can fly and move at the speed of light, I thought you'd have something similar."

"Well… I can move at the speed of light, but that's only a side effect of-"

"Hey Honey!" yelled someone, a girl with bleach blonde hair and a snarl on her lips, "what the hell are you doing with that freak." She stormed over to glare at me and tried to pull Honey away.

"In this school, Blossom," snapped Honey angrily, tugging her arm out of the other girl's grip, "we're all considered freaks."

"Yeah, but that one threatened Josh Turner and flipped off Warren Peace!"

"Turner is a dick head and Peace is too arrogant to notice anything," shrugged Honey, "besides Pyro's new, she'll get lost." Narrowing her eyes at the girl, she walked off, tugging on my arm, to lead me towards the school.

"Thanks," I muttered, hiding a smile.

"I don't abandon newbies," she told me simply, "now, Pyro, you gotta get to the gym, they need to decide if you're Hero or Sidekick."

"Oh… right…"

Shit

Shit

Bollocks

Shit

I do not wanna show off my powers thank you very much…