So me and my friend had a movie marathon thing over the weekend and we saw all the Pirates of the Caribbean, all the star wars, Troy (yum Brad Pitt) AND THE X-MEN MOVIES in two nights!!. We didn't sleep! So we were watching the x-men movies and we thought that Jean Grey and Logan (Wolverine) had a cute little relationship and if they had a kid. Coincidentally I wanted to write about sky high. So my oc is the non-existent daughter of jean and Wolverine

I don't own anybody from sky high just so ya know

BEEP! BEEP!BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!BEEP! BEEP!

I could hear the alarm. It's not like I'm deaf. I just laid here hoping that if I stayed here, the day, the world just might forget me. I opened my eyes to my ceiling and for a brief moment I thought I was outside. It was comforting to know that no matter what the weather was outside I only had to look up at my ceiling to see a pastel bleu with white clouds painted on it.

Normally a girl of my age wouldn't want a sky painted on her roof but rather her favorite pop artist's poster plastered up there but the thought of having someone's fake airbrushed face peering down on you every morning was a bit unnerving. I tried to lift my arm to turn off my alarm which was now making a numbing beeeeeeep noise that went right through my head. Launching my arm towards the clock I felt a sickening feeling, I couldn't feel my arm; it was asleep.

So I turned my clock off with my left hand and reached down into my pant pocket which was hanging on my headboard post and pulled out my switch blade as fast as I could go before the numbness left my right arm and sliced my arm. Because the cut was deeper than I expected, begin that I used my left hand instead of my right, the pain was more than I expected.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not suicidal, emo, crazy or anything I was just practicing. Normally a cut like this would take forever to heal and leave a scar but I looked down at my arm to see it healing abnormally fast. The cut vanished without a scar, nothing, like it was never there. I shrugged, I would try more often and a deeper cut to find out what my limit was but the pain was more than what I would like to talk about. That's why I keep a knife on me, so whenever I am numb, bored or something along those lines I would have a quick stab to see how fast I heal or even if I heal.

I glanced over to the clock, it was six. I couldn't help but laugh because my alarm was set for 5:30. I spent a half hour listening to those beeps. Sigh. I should get dressed for school.

School? Then it hit me, hard, in the face. I'm sure anybody who was going into high school for the first time would be nervous. I'm a sophomore but because I have been traveling the world most of my life, I was always home schooled by my mother, Janette.

Funny though, that's when it first happened, a year ago, Janette was trying to get me to memorize act one and two of Romeo and Juliet, I was concentrating too hard and I began to feel light headed and the feeling in the tips of my fingers were leaving. Water from the sink, the toaster, my books and other object began to float around the house. I was in so much shock and exhaustion, all I remember was everything going black, and then waking up in The Royal London Hospital.

And there told me and my parents that apparently I'm a late bloomer and my power came too fast and too sudden that my body and mind could not handle it.

Now everyone, weather you're a super or a normal human, knows that you have to at least one parent that has a superpower but as far as I know neither Janette or Scott have powers or superpowers. The feeling in my fingers tips began to leave, I got lightheaded again and it felt like some weight was taken off my shoulders only to have it replaced by a heavier one. "AM I ADOPTED?" I yelled through clenched teeth only to have the doctor call for the nurse. Then I went out, again.

I should have known too, I mean I look nothing like Janette and Scott. Janette has deep brown eyes and deep chocolate long wavy hair- the kind you would find in those Pantene Pro-v commercials. My father, Scott has short black hair –that is now graying- grey eyes and an awesome goatee. In short they both look like models and were absolutely perfect for each other –couldn't find a happier pair.

I on the other hand, have deep blood red, mahogany hair –as I like to call it- that sticks out in all directions and is always dry-looking, I have major bed head. My eyes are a greenish-blue that compliment my heart shaped face. I have a pale ivory, unblemished completion (probably because I can heal uber fast). I've been told I look very frail and delicate because I'm so small, not short -I'm 5"6'- I'm just petit, Janette says I have a dancer's body.

I personally don't think that I am pretty but when we were in Venice, a man once told me 'oh così state stordendo, una creatura impossibile bella' Scott told me he said I was a beautiful creature.

If I had to be classified into a stereotype I guess you could say I'm a basketcase/artsy fartsy/'the one who drinks loads of tea and coffee'/a bookworm or a social outcast. I have always had trouble making friends because I was never in one spot for long. But hopefully being in a school for 3 years there might be someone.

"Via? Are you up? Its 6:15, you don't want to miss the bus honey."

"Yea I'm up mum"

I should get ready, so I randomly picked up a tank top and a pair of old ripped jeans. I looked out the window; it looked kinda cold might as well bring a scarf and my old biker jacket.

Downstairs as I ate my toast and drank my tea Janette told me to go strait to Principal Powers's office and wished me luck and I received a kiss on the cheek form her and Scott –the traditional first day of school morning. At the bus stop there was no one but a bench beside a huge oak tree, so I decided to give my green converse a rest and sat down and have a smoke.

The bus came finally. I threw my fag away and bordered the big yellow automobile. Although I had my ear phones jammed into my head and everything was inaudible, I could still see people whispering to their neighbor. I just picked an empty seat and kept to my self.

Not far into the ride two seatbelts suddenly warped themselves around me, holding me down. Few seconds later I felt this horrible gut-wrenching feeling in the pit of my stomach and I looked out the window to see nothing but clouds. Oh my god we are falling. I just closed my eyes in fear, obviously. Then another unknown force pushed me back into my seat. I opened my eyes to see I a school sitting on giant saucer. You've got to be kidding me.

After the seatbelts let us go we were free to get off the bus and enjoy the first day of school. The freshmen were easy to spot, walking around aimlessly, all jumbled together looking for something, anything, perhaps a blinking neon sign that said freshmen, this way… to your doom or something along those lines.

But I knew where I had to go and in some odd, greedy way that made me feel better, better than those freshmen who have know all their life that they had super parents.