I do not own Sky High. I only own Eliana. Also this story was requested and I hope everyone enjoys it ^_^
Story Start
"Eliana, wake up, we have to finish unpacking today," my grandmother yelled from down the hallway. Her cheery tone made me want to crawl deeper under the covers and not get out of bed. I was not a morning person. I begrudgingly got out of bed and stopped for a minute in front of my mirror. My black hair was in a mess. The blue and red stripes placed throughout the hair did not help calm down the bird nest effect of my hair. My tired blue eyes gave the reflection of my hair a glare before I walked out of my room.
My grandmother, who had black hair with some gray pieces and blue eyes, was standing in the kitchen with a cup of coffee ready for me. Out of all the people that I have known in my life, she has always been the nicest person. She was always there for me when I found out I was different from the majority of people. She protected me from my parents' harsh words and I went to live with her when I was five years old. She was the only person I could be truly show my happy and fun side around.
"Eliana, honey, we really need to finish unpacking soon. I want you to have enough time to get to know the neighborhood, maybe make friends with the neighbors' kids, and settle in before you start school.
"Nanna, do I have to go to Sky High? I may have powers, but I do not want to be a superhero," I said after taking a few sips of my coffee.
"But it's the best school for you. Even if you do not want to be a superhero, you need to have teachers to help you learn the full extent of your powers. Anyways a school for superheroes sounds more fun than regular high school," Nanna said with a smile before pushing a plate towards me that had an egg and cheese biscuit on it.
"Thanks," I said before taking a bite.
"You'll be fine. You might even make some friends. I cannot wait to see you have slumber parties and talk about boys with your friends that you make," Nanna said and went off into her own dream world.
"I don't talk to people. Making friends is not on my to-do list," I said finishing my biscuit.
"You talk to me," Nanna said and I just walked over and grabbed a heavy box out of her hands.
"You are the exception," I said before making my way to the laundry room, which is where the box was designated. I sighed as I thought about how this move was not going to change much. I moved away from my old school because some of the officials at the superhero school found out about my power to control fire. The move was not a big deal but my grandmother had such high hopes that I would make a lot of friends.
I was always a shy kid when I was little and my shyness slowly turned me into an antisocial person. I did not try to make friends. I did not need friendship. I had enough issues on my mind growing up because my parents did not accept my ability and me. The only person I talked to as a friend and someone I cared about is my grandmother, and that is only because she was the one person that wanted to be in my life.
I hoped she would not be too disappointed that I was not going to make friends at this school either. I had a feeling that either almost everybody at this school would brag because of the powers they had or they would bother me like everyone else at other schools because I'm so quiet. My bad temper had always silenced the other kids that would bother me at the other schools. Fire was not just a power I had, but it was also my temper.
The neighborhood around us was nice, but it just seemed too perfect. Nanna had been so excited to know that we were living next to the Strongholds, who were famous superheroes. She wondered if they would welcome us to the neighborhood, but I was not surprised when they did not.
The rest of the day was spent unpacking and it was safe to say that I was exhausted. I had no idea that my grandmother had so much stuff. I did most of the unpacking because I did not want her to get hurt or do too much. I slept well that night and the next day was just spent with Nanna driving around the neighborhood and the town. We bought some groceries and I spent the time before bed fixing my stuff for school.
I did not know what all you pack when you go to a superhero school, but I at least grabbed a pencil, a notebook of paper, and my colored pencils. I always doodled if I got bored, which was most of the time.
"Rise and shine, time for school," Nanna yelled as she pulled the covers off my form.
"Cold," I yelled as I shot up in the bed. I gave her a glare, which she was used to by now and she just laughed.
"Get ready, your breakfast is waiting for you. Anyways you do not want to or need to be late for the bus," Nanna said before leaving my room.
I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and everything. I brushed my hair quickly before pulling it up into a messy bun. I slipped on my grey skinny jeans, a Disturbed off the shoulder shirt, and my neon green converses. I grabbed my over the shoulder bag, which had my school stuff and wallet. I rushed to the kitchen and grabbed the cinnamon toast that my grandma made me.
She wished me a good day before I grabbed a bottle of water and rushed out of the house. I finished the toast during the walk to the bus stop. A few other students were standing at the bus stop and I stopped a little distance away from the others. I heard some of the students around my age whisper as they looked at me, while the younger students just gave me a few looks. I gave them a glare before taking a drink of water.
I was going to be a sophomore this year, which would not help the new kid at school ordeal. I rolled my eyes when I felt the stares again. Thankfully, the bus arrived and everyone started to enter. I was the last to get on and a man who introduced himself to be Ron Wilson met me when I entered. I gave him a nod before making my way to an empty seat towards the back.
The first bus ride to sky high was definitely one that I would not forget for a long time. I tried to not act affected from the bus ride when I stepped off the bus and got my first look at my new high school. It looked like an interesting place, but the loud man yelling my name in front of the gym did not make me happy. I saw a group of freshmen standing in front of him.
I made my way to the group with a look on my face that said I did not care. The man, who was dressed in athletic clothes, gave me a glare before we all entered the gym. I saw a stage set up in the middle, which the man stepped onto after we entered.
"My name is Coach Boomer. All of you will step up here when I call your name and you will show me your powers. I will then decide if you are a hero or a sidekick," the man introduced himself. He used a demeaning tone when he said sidekick.
He started calling people up one by one. I saw how he would smirk or smile at the students he said were heroes. However, he would use his powerful voice to yell a sidekick off the stage.
"Eliana Rockwood, your turn," Coach Boomer yelled and I made my way onto the stage. "It says you use fire, show us," he yelled and I glared at him.
I threw my hands up and smirked when large wolves of fire surrounded me and growled at Coach Boomer. The other students jumped back in surprise as the blue wolves of fire started to run towards Coach Boomer.