I hate the bus ride to school. Sorry, just had to get that off my chest right off.

Eh… hi. My name is Magenta. My last name is irrelevant. All last names are. The super computers only really created last names so that they could organize us and keep us all in line. Therefore, I make a specific point as to not to write it on anything, not use it in common day language, and purposely interrupt during role call when Mr. Boy gives his sorry attempt at letting it out to the world. My. Name. Is. Magenta. End of story. Or rather, the beginning I suppose. After all, this is supposed to be MY story; I should be able to make it however I want. Short, long, whatever. You are all at the mercy of Magenta. Do I like the power? Ooooh, I like the power.

Let's see… where to begin? I guess I should start at school… er, maybe before school. Geez, who could have thought that writing a story about my life would be so… hard? Alright, alright, calm down now girl. No need to loose your cool. This'll be a snap. Breathe….breathe….

…Okay. Now I'm starting. Um, for real. Yeah.

Now. Back to the beginning. It all started on the first day of school… Sky High. I had just graduated from a normal, human Middle School. I had no friends, aside from an old friend named Ethan. He could melt. Yeah, I know, melting isn't all that great… in all honesty, he looks a little too much like spilt orange juice and dog urine for my own comfort. Still, he's a nice guy, from what I've gathered. I met him through my psychic mother. He's the son of a normal woman and a man who could control the weather. I'm not quite sure where melting has to do with weather. Hot heat, maybe? Or perhaps rain? Anyway, there's more to the beginning of the story. Oh yes. Much more.

I got on the bus with Ethan, safe and sound, right? And THEN, all of the sudden, these two kids walk on like they own the place. Well, not exactly. They walk on like normal kids. A guy and a girl. Both look like stereotypical Americana; the boy wearing red white and blue, the girl dressed like she just wandered out of a forest somewhere. Oh, this year was going to be fuuuun.

The boy must be famous or something, because the bus driver seems to be really excited that this kid just stepped into his life. When he asks us to move, I've made up my mind to stay already. "Get up, Magenta!" Ethan prods. "Why?" I reply smoothly. "He only needs one seat." "So he can sit next to his girlfriend!" Ethan says with little to no hesitation. The boy and girl get quite flustered. It's kinda funny to watch, actually. In the end, my stubbornness wins the battle. Woo hoo. Go me.

I lean back. Rest my eyes. It has been a very tiring Summer… despite the fact that my powers came at least two years ago, I still had quite a bit to worry about… Just as I'm starting to relax, something pierces my ears. An obnoxious voice. The voice belonging to a teenage boy, obviously, with it's pubescent, deep tone. I could just imagine the owner of the voice in my head; some tall, greasy idiot with acne, braces, and a thin brown mustache. "Man, I gotta tell you, my summer was tough. T-U-P-H, man."

You have GOT to be kidding me. Let's just hope this guy was being sarcastic. When no one laughed, I could only confirm my suspicions about his looks. What a loser. After a while of listening in on their conversation, I just couldn't take the suspense any longer. I turned around in my seat, looked about for the origin of the voice, only to come upon… well… the origin of the noise. The only thought I managed to make out about the guy was that I was correct in my assumption that he was tall. Then, there came the entire reason I loathe the bus with an entirety of my soul.

We took off. Yes. Took OFF. Left the ground. Flew.

Let me tell you something. Buses don't fly. I don't think so, the President doesn't think so, and I should think that most of the kids on the bus also didn't think so, for they all began to scream as though we were all going to die. Not like I didn't think the same thing… The sudden gush of pressuring force caused me to remain pinned backwards in my seat, my eyes continually locked on the obnoxious boy. Among all the screaming, I could gather quite a few things…

1. He was just as tall as I imagined.

2. The neon yellow he wore hurt my eyes.

3. He was pinker than an uncooked hot dog.

4. He was insanely good looking.

5. Did I actually just WRITE that! Ignore number four! Ignore it!

Let me tell you, being trapped backwards staring at some guy who just happened to be screaming his head off isn't exactly the most fun thing to do in the world. When the bus finally landed with a jolt, I was ready to go home. Quite unluckily for me… the day had already begun.

Cliffhangers. The second reason why I, Magenta, enjoy the power of being the one who tells the story.

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Ello! If you don't know, m'name is Kokea… and I'm kinda new. This is my first Sky High fic, so tell me what you think of it! Thanks a ton!