September 12, 2006, 1:34 PM. The date and time my old life as Palmer Harrison ended. I blame Dorothy Maxwell. It was totally her fault. She's super evil. Okay, going a little fast.

I was in fifth period gym. We were playing volleyball. I like volleyball, enough. When I'm playing it with my family at the annual Christmas reunion. In Fifth Period gym, it was hell. Sophomores have co-ed gym. So I was in a large echoey room with not only Dorothy and the rest of the girls, but the boys were there, along with my crush, Walker Samuels and the rest of the boys. So I tried to do the smart thing, and sit in the bleachers and hope the coach didn't notice me. No such luck.

" Harrison! Blue team!" Mr. Wellings tossed this freaky blue thing at me that I was supposed to tie around… my head I think but I tied around my stomach. I'm the freaky pole girl, anyway I was on the blue team and Dorothy was on the red. I glared at her and got into position. Heather Brass served. I was front center, so was Dorothy. Kitty Thomas bumped, Walker set…ted… and I went to spike. But Dorothy went to block and succeeded in waming the ball in my face.

It. Hurt. Like. Mad. I fell to the ground. And my loving classmates, instead of checking to see if I was okay, laughed. That's what happens when loser, me, gets hit by popular girl, Dorothy. The deal as, I'm an easily angered person, and my mix of anger, embarrassment and pain was to much. I began to shake as a feeling I didn't recognize and can't describe flowed through my veins and next thing I know I'm seeing red, people are screaming and the volleyball net and fallen to the ground. I looked up to see Dorothy on the ground, bound by, what looked like metal rope. And the volleyball poles were MIA. Everyone looked at me like I had an extra head.

" wha- what…" I said, I was suddenly really tired and shaky, but a different kind of shaky. Then I proceeded to pass out.

When I woke up I was in the nurse's office. With me in the office were my dad, a woman I've never seen, and the principal of this school. I pushed my hair out of my face and looked at my dad, confused. He looked just as confused as I felt.

" oh good, she's up." The new woman said. " I'm Principal Powers. Principal of Sky High. Your new high school." I blinked at her.

" Wait…. What?" I asked.

" Miss Harrison. You're a super hero. What you did in that gym was you showing your power for the first time." The woman said. I closed my eyes, tight.

" This is not happening. When I open my eyes I'll be in my bed, the stupid Oakland Raiders blanket strangling me, cutting off the oxygen to my brain." I said, taking a deep breath before opening my eyes. " oh god you're still here." I groaned.

" Okay, I understand this is a lot to take in at once." Powers sat down in a chair by my bed. " Palmer, do you know what you did today?"

" Got whacked by a volleyball… got a B on my math test and apparently ate way too much oatmeal for breakfast…"

" no… well… maybe... but not what I'm talking about. You have super powers. Power over metal."

" You bound and gagged Miss Maxwell… with the volleyball poles…" My principal, Mrs. Andrews added. My dad just sat there.

" So, what I was about to say to your father. The school will pay for you and your family to move to Maxville (A/N Is that the place?) and attend Sky High. A high school for super heroes." Powers smiled, apparently expecting me to jump at it. She was about to be super dissapointed

" no." I said.

" Excuse me?"

" no! I'm enough of a freak! I don't need to have this added to my list!" I cried.

" Well You can't stay here, too many people saw what happened, we're doing what we can to have their memories of it erased, and having you around could trigger the memory." Powers said. " And you need to learn to control your power or this could happen again, or it could be worse."

" How could it get worse?" I asked.

" I've seen People with your power bend cars around poles like Play-Doh." Powers replied.

" I don't care! I'm not going to-"

" Palmer." My dad said. I looked at him. " You're going."

" But Dad, I don't-"

" Palmer! I don't want to run the risk of you seriously hurting someone." He shook his head. " She's going." He said to Powers, who nodded.

" Start packing, We'll send someone to get your things and take you to your new home." She said. Then she left.

" You can take her home." Andrews said, walking out too.

" The boys are going to kill us both." Dad shook his head. I nodded in agreement

Now it's story time!

Twenty-five years ago, Jason Harrison met Lisa Swift and they fell madly in love. It was only two-months after the wedding that Lisa found herself pregnant. They named their first born son Todd. Then a year later they had Jackson. It was another four years before they had Aaron. (this part goes pretty fast). Three years later they had twins Andy and David. Finally they had a beautiful baby girl. That would be me, Palmer. But Tragedy struck in the form of a car crash, killing Lisa. Leaving Jason to care for all six of their children.

Yeah, so that pretty much is my fancy way of saying I've been raised by boys. I'm named after a baseball player for crying out loud. Joe Palmer or something like that. Anyway, Dad and I were right, they didn't take it well.

" Wait, so we have to move because of Girlie?" Andy cried.

" No Andrew. We have to move because I say so!" Dad replied. I sat there my eyes closed.

" Dad, that's not fair!" David said.

" I don't even want to go!" I shouted. " I'd rather stay here."

" Palmer. Boys, we're moving, if you like it or not. Deal with it. It's not Palmer's fault. She doesn't want to go I'm making us go." Dad said. Todd walked over and ruffled my hair.

" It's okay Girlie, I was getting tired of this house anyway." He said.

" me too." Jackson smiled. I shook my head and walked to my room, and began packing.

Two weeks later we were moved into our new house. It was nice too. Two story, plus an attic and a basement. I got to sleep in the attic. Which was great, it was huge. David and Andy got the basement, Aaron and Jackson each got their own room and Todd was in the garage, with his own little apartment. The twins had their first day of school and liked their new school. I was starting tomorrow and I was nervous.

" You'll be great." Dad assured me.

" No I won't! I'll be just as big a loser here as I was there." I argued, getting up from the kitchen table and walking to the living room, plopping on the couch with Aaron. He was watching CSI. I handed over the bowl of popcorn. CSI was a family event. David and Andy sat on the floor, Jackson on the chair and Todd on the footstool. Dad pushed me off the couch and took my spot I settled on the floor between dad's right leg and Aaron's left.

" You're not a loser." Dad said.

" yeah she is." Andy laughed.

" yeah and you're one to talk." I said.

" I'm not as bad as you pole girl."

" shut up." I rolled my eyes. Then the commercial ended and we stopped talking.

That night I was extremely nervous as I changed into my pajamas, my dad's old collage tee shirt and a pair of old flannel boxer shorts. I laid down in my bed and looked at my pictures on my side table, thinking of just how bad tomorrow would go.

My worst nightmare wasn't even close.