Authors Note: Okay, Yeah, New story. Don't worry, I'll still update SVSC, probably even LESS often though, because I dunno, it's just on a downward spiral, bleh. One day I might just re-write the whole thing :D!!

Anyway, This story actually takes place at Sky High, the year before AND the year of the movie. I decided I REALLY need to give Myk character development, and I hhaaaate her character in SVSC, So this, in this story, is her set character. Besides, in the other stories she's too much like me D:, which would make sense coz she's based off me, but y'know... yeah. D:

Of couuurrse, it's a LashOC, what else could you expect from me? mwuahahahaha :D.

At least THIS Myk will be likeable. And she's Myky, now, not just Myk. coz Myky, is more girly, iduno. :D okay sorry for rambling, we'll get on with this...

LASH: W00T!!

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OH, did i mention FIRST PERSON!??!?!?!!!?!!!!11oneoen!!!!eleven!!!!!

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"Papa, Will you take me shopping after school?" I, Mykalanne Peterson, better known as Myky, or just Myk if you're feeling really lazy, asked as I grabbed a banana off the counter. My younger brother, Vincent, better known as Vince, or maybe just Vi if you're feeling really lazy, snorted in dissagreement. I ignored him. yuuum, banana.

"Papa just took you shopping last weekend!" His remark sounded whiney. When his voice was like that it made me wanna smack him across the face. But I'm always afraid to hit him, because what if we share some kind of twin bond that would make me feel his pain too? Oh, heaven forbid. I faked throwing my banana peel at him, and he grimaced, throwing his hand up.

"Yeah, but I need more bright shirts. Plain ones. Layering ones. YOU KNOW?!" I grew tired of explaining what I wanted quickly. My attention span is like, two seconds. Oh no, ADD. Now, I'm not just being a kid and saying: Mehhh, I have ADD, look at me goooo. No, I really, frealzies, have ADD. I've got a doctors note and everything! Hoohah!

"We'll see. I might be out of town for the weekend," Our father, Guy Peterson, Explained. I always feel so sorry for my dad. Who names they're kid Guy? Oh, maybe the ones lacking in the creative department.

"Awwww, agaiiiiin?" Both my brother and I said in unison. We shot glares at each other. Damn being a twin. I know I mentioned it before, but I never explained it, did I? WELL, most appologies.

Vincent and I are twins, he being older by fifteen minutes. When I say that to most people, they're like Wow, that's a long difference for twins! Well, shutup, we're unique. We're completely ferternal twins though, I've got blue eyes, he has brown, his hair is darker, my hair is lighter, I'm shorter, he's taller... Just about everything that you could think would be different, is.

"Yes again," Our dad chuckled, turning on the blender and snapping me out of my reviere. "You guys should probably go, you'll miss the bus."

Oooh, another thing I forgot to mention. Vince and I are starting Highschool this year. Well, transfering anyway. We're sophomores, and my dad found sudden need to uproot us from across the country and move us all the way out here.

Anyway, the school my dad enrolled Vince and I in is called Sky High, and apparantly our Mom went there. My dad filled us in on everything that Mom told him about it, back when they'd started dating in highschool. So luckily, we were prepared for the whole bus ride, excuse me, flight, we knew all about power-placement, and we knew all about the teachers, assuming they were still the same.

"Kay, bye dad!" I grabbed my bookbag from a chair, heading for the door. I stopped suddenly, turning around, blocking Vincent's way.

"Did you brush your teeth?" I scowled, taking on Mom-Role. Vince grumbled in reply, obvious what the answer was here, eh?

"GO, you gross little boy," I stomped one of my firmly planted feet, pointing in the direction of his bathroom. Yes, we have our own bathrooms, hallelujah!

"I'M OLDER!" He pouted as he stomped away. He was probably gonna fake brushing his teeth instead of actually doing it, blech.

"I'M MORE MATURE," I yelled back, relaxing and leaning against the door-jamb. I waited and about a minute later Vince came back, whiping white spots from the corners of his mouth. Oh yay! he didn't fake it. I'm so proud...

We trudged our way to the bus stop, wondering how tough this school was gonna be. My dad had assured us that we'd both make Hero, because mom and him were Heroes, and we'd inhereted their powers, more or less.

See, I'm telekenetic, meaning I can move stuff with my brain, a la Jean Grey. Just adding me to her likeness, I had brownish-redish hair, but I put a touch of Rogue in my hair. I put a blonde streak in the under part of my hair, and it looks pretty rad. My brother has the power to bend air, a la Avatar: Aang. I envy his power sometimes, but eh, what can you do, right?

We came to the bus stop just as the bus pulled up. The doors opened, and the driver was some lady with Purple-y-brown hair, which curled down her back. Wow, anime much? yeesh...

"What school does this bus go to?" I asked politely, as my Dad had told us not to say "Sky High" in the neighborhood, for fear of mildly upsetting the busdrivers.

"mph," The bus-lady smirked and pointed up. We could only presumed that meant "Sky High". Well, I sure hoped that's what it meant, or it's curtains for us.

"Thanks," I smiled and started walking to the back, but the bus-lady stopped us.

"You're not firmiliar to me," She said with some unknown accent. Great, just because I don't know where it's from, it's gonna be bugging me all day. I internally rolled my eyes. "What are your names, twins?"

Vince and I were shocked for a second, because most people couldn't tell we were twins, like, EVER. My jaw must've been open, because Vince elbowed me back to reality. Oh, you naughty jaw, you.

"Oh! I'm Myky, and this is my brother Vince," I explained, a little too quickly. Ahh! I'm getting flustered and rushed! This is just no good.

"Nice to meet you. I am Margaret, the sophomore bus-driver. Okay, please take a seat so we can be on our way," Margaret smiled and jerked her thumb to the back, not unlike "The wheels on the bus" song. Great, now it's stuck in my head... The driver on the bus says "move on back, move on back, move on back." The driver on the bus says...

We made a few more stops before we headed onto the freeway.

"Time for some off-road!" Margaret said excitedly, as she turned into a forest road that was most-likely only meant for jeeps. Damn, this woman was daring. We started going up a hill, and when we broke out into a clearing, seatbelts and handle-bars came down in front of us. Now this is how a bus should be. Safe. With seatbelts.

"Everybody ready?" Margaret pulled down her navagation systems and quickly looked back over her shoulder. A chorus of "Yeah!" rang through the bus, and Vincent and I looked at each other nervously. Our dad had told us this would happen, but we were still pretty nervous.

A split second after that, we shot out into open air, over a deep canyon. The bus filled with screams of delight and exhileration, but Vince and I grabbed onto each other for dear life, screaming like babies.

"NNNOOOOOO!" I screamed in Vince's hair. The rush was too much, surely I was gonna throw up my intestines. All I could hear was the cheering and whooping of the other kids, and Vince sobbing into my ear. Soon we steadied out, and the cheering and whooping stopped. But we didn't. Vince and I were still screaming and sobbing for our lives. It took us about a minute to notice everyone was staring at us. We immediatly jumped off each other, hushing ourselves. I shot a glare at Vince... It was his fault, and it was because I say so. The rest of the kids chuckled sympathetically, although I did hear one kid shout "NOOBS!" from the front. Why I aughta... I shook my head, imagining that kids reaction to the bus ride being a million times worse on his first day at Sky High.

"Welcome to Sky High," Margaret said, not sounding unlike a flight attendant. "We will be landing shortly, please be patient, and have a nice day." She landed the bus steadily, our seatbelts automatically shooting back up into the seats. Aww, I'm gonna miss those rare bus-seatbelts.

I grabbed my bag and Vincent and we shot off the bus, happy to be on solid ground. Well, as solid as ground can be when it's floating miles up in the sky. How are we surviving? Shouldn't my ears be popping like mad-crazy? Shouldn't there be a lack of oxygen? Shouldn't I be freezing? WELL?! SHOULDN'T I?!

"Calm down," Vince noticed the angry and confused expression on my face. Boy, he could read my like a book. "C'mon, let's find out where to go."

I followed him, still silenty fuming inside. We walked up the stairs of the school, and there, plain as day on the front doors, was a sign from God. Okay, well it wasn't, but it sure made it easier for us. Anyway, it was a big sign that said "All new students please report to the Gymnazium(1)" I found the matching number at the bottom of the big poster, and it said "(1)transfer students please report to Principal Powers first."

"Alright, we go to the Principal of Powers first!" I started marching into the school, but I ran into the door. Dang, I rock.

"It says Pull, idiot," Vince laughed as he pulled the door open for me. I growled at him and marched through the door, determined.

"Ohmigod," I turned to Vince. "How do we find the Principals office?" Vince smirked, his face turning rather smug.

"I have a feeling this will help us," Vince pointed to the bright florescent wall in front of is. I looked at it, in awe. It was a directory of the school. Aww, God loves me today, he's giving me everything I need. Now point me in the direction of the cute boys and we're set! I found the dot that said "You are here," And then found the Principals office. I grabbed Vinces arm and started hurrying off to said office, when I fell down. Dang, I really do rock!

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:D Okay, end of chapter one, I hope that was okay.

Lash appears in the next chapter, huzzah for everyone!

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