I'll Stop The World And Melt With You

By: xxbloodyxxxdreamsxxx

Disclaimer: I don't own Sky High. I only own this plot and my OC. Bring on the Emo Raincloud... Sniffles

Summary: Raven Chaos thinks life can't get any worse when she learns she is to attend Sky High. Of course she is wrong. Raven faces discrimanation from her peers. Freshmen find her intimidating. The only person to accept her just might like her. WarrenXOC

Mood Music:

Welcome to My Life by: Simple Plan

I'm Just A Kid by: Simple Plan

Hello by: Evanescence

Chapter One

I wake up in the morning and realize: this is hell. I can't be going to Sky High with a bunch of other freaks similar to me. It's got to be a nightmare, I'm in hell.

But when the lyrics to Dysentery Gary by Blink-182 blare out of my alarm clock, I realize: reality is hell. And reality sucks. I lay in bed for a few more minutes blinking at my ceiling, wondering what was wrong with me, And pretty quickly after that, a feeling of dread settled over me; I'm not going be like most kids at Sky High.

I might have powers, but those powers I'm not really proud of. And I felt sort of self-conscious at the fact that I would to reveal them in school, no less. People would know exactly who I was after I'd reveal them. They'd make me feel ashamed for who I was when I already hated myself because of my parentage.

Life is a total bitch.

I got up anyway, and slouched over to my closet like a zombie drained of its feeding energy, and threw on a faded pair of shredded jeans, a black shirt with short blood-red sleeves with a message in the same color that said on the front: IF YOU'RE 555, THEN I'M 666 with a black studded belt, my dad's worn black combat boots that were almost too big for me, a bunch of multi-colored jelly bracelets on one arm and a gray skeleton glove on the other, a black doubled-rowed spiked dog collar and a pair of black Fender guitar earrings dangling from pink chains.

I brushed my straight black hair down my back, the violet streaks I put in shimmering in the light streaming from my window, and put on a little black eyeliner and chapstick. I observed my reflection for a moment, seeing my father's in its stead, and clenched my fists before mouthing to my reflection, 'I hate you.' (A/N: By the way, the OC is not emo. She is not "acting" emo to gain attention. She does have real problems and so she is depressed. Just wanted to let you know.)

The music from my alarm clock kept on blaring.

He's a player, diarrhea giver

Tried to grow his hair out, friends were listening to Slayer

I'd like to find him Friday night

Hanging out with mom and trying on his father's tights

Life just sucks, I lost the one

I'm giving up, she found someone

There's plenty more

Girls are such a drag

"Raven, breakfast is ready! You don't want to be late for school do you?"

"I could really care less," I muttered to myself as I picked up my hand-made gray messenger bag with my CD player and CD case.

Fuck this place, I lost the war

I hate you all, your mom's a whore

Where's my dog?

'Cause girls-

I turned off the alarm clock and headed downstairs and into the kitchen. I slid into a chair and propped my elbows onto the table, both hands pressed against my cheeks as I sulked. I didn't want to go to a school where my parents went. There were bound to be many people who heard of my dad. I wouldn't be surprised, since he was one of the most infamous supervillians of all time, his partner being Barron Battle no less.

That's right, My father's a supervillian; he's Darkfire actually. Got a problem with that? He was put away in prison when I was five, along with Barron Battle. The Commander and Jetstream caught them both and stopped them from accomplishing what they wanted to accomplish, which I never knew. My mother never told me and I'm pretty sure she's not going to, anytime soon.

My father is a pyrokinetic, and so am I. We can basically control fire, and use it to our advantage, The unusual thing is that our flames happen to be purple for some reason (some kind of genetic mutation, my mother told me.) and our eyes glow purple when we are angry or feeling evil. (Yes, I know this is from Teen Titans, but please bare with me here.)

My mother is a telekinetic, she can move stuff around with her mind or hands, and can read people's minds. She's actually fought against my father before, when they were both young, before I was born, and she didn't know who he was because his face was hidden in the shadows. (He didn't wear a mask, so that's why everybody knows who he was.)

I look a lot my father, which I hate about as much as I hate him. (I try, anyway, but it's hard to hate your own father.) I have long, black hair, which goes a little bit past my shoulders, and it has violet streaks I recently put in it, which can only be seen in the light. I also have his eyes, which are so dark they're almost black. But I got my shape of eyes from my mother who's Asian, and I got my tan complexion from my father's side of the family since he's almost more than half-Indian. I'm also kind of short for my age, which pisses me off, and I'm really slender and curvy, which makes me feel self-conscious, especially around guys, since I never grew to trust any, especially my father.

As I was pouting, my mother placed a plate of eggs and bacon in front of me. "Eat up, you don't want to be late for school," she smiled. No wonder my father fell in love with her, she's always been pretty, even for 35.

My mother had creamy white skin most women envied, with long, silky black hair that poured down to her shoulders in gorgeous waves and she had the prettiest blue eyes, they were a deep sapphire-blue. My mother is also very slender and very shapely; men stare at her all the time when she's walking downtown or down the sidewalks in the neighborhood.

I sighed and just started picking at my food with my fork, not feeling very hungry. My appetite had disappeared with the hours of sleep I lost last night.

"Mom, why do I have to go to Sky High?"

My mother frowned. "Because they'll help you with your developing powers. And we know that your powers act up with your emotions. That's why you need to learn to control them. It's not going to be so bad."

"Yeah right," I muttered. "Everybody will know who I am because of dad."

"Raven, don't you dare start..." My mother warned with a threatening tone.

(As you can see, my mother is very sensitive when it comes to my dad, because she still loves him very much.)

"You know it's the truth."

"Why do you have to be so negative about everything?" My mother sighed, rubbing her temples.

"I'm just being realistic," I said, shrugging as I ate.

"Don't let your father's negative impact on society ruin your life, Raven. You can be so much more than that."

"It's kind of hard to do that when people are constantly reminding you all the bad stuff he did like it's my fault," I said sarcastically.

My mother and I have had this discussion many times. But nothing she told helped ease the pain, confusion, and loneliness I felt without my father and the things other people had the nerve to tell me about him. In the end, I don't know what to think about my father. I prefer not thinking about him at all. He was the very reason I dreaded having to go to Sky High.

My mother ignored that little remark and glanced at the awfully tacky cat clock hanging on the wall. (Seriously, that thing's creepy with the way its eyes move.)

"It's almost eight. You should be going to the bustop."

I pouted. "Trying to get rid of me, now? How cruel and uncaring."

My mother smirked, a rare expression that only I or my father used, and gave me a patronizing pat on the head, a if I was a dog or a cat.

"Get going, kiddo. It's not going to be as bad as you think, I promise."

I rolled my eyes but got up and grabbed my messenger bag and CD player. I gave my mother a kiss on the cheek and ran out the door, yelling a goodbye behind me.

I made my way to the bustop and stood apart from a group of stupid-looking freshman, all gawking at me as if I was some kind of freakshow at the circus. I sent them a scorching glare that would make the hardest senior flinch, and they all looked away quickly.

After about ten minutes, the bus arrived and everybody got on after the nosy busdriver interrogated us; me being last in line as usual.

When he opened his mouth when I stepped up, I merely stalked past him and slid in the farthest seat behind some other tall, dark, brooding dude.

Suddenly, after everyone found a seat, straps came out of the seats and latched everyone to their seats, scaring the hell out of some freshmen, and the bus was soon flying in the air, doing some loop-de-loops which freaked out the freshmen again; I thought I even heard one sobbing uncontrollably.

When the bus finally landed at the school, a floating school no less; my mom told me everything that happened on the first day, so that's why I wasn't freaking out like everyone else was, some of the freshmen stumbled out, screaming, praying and crying in relief, which was very entertaining to me. Yes, I'm just that mean.

I got off last, once again behind the dark brooding dude that who stomped off in another direction. Gee, emo much?

I gazed around at the sights around me: some dude and his friend using some elemental power to flip up some prep's skirt and then being frozen in a block of ice for it (gold star for that Barbie); some cheerleader chanting the school cheer and doing all those steps, kicks, and crap with several clones; a group of freshmen being bullied out of their money by some fat-Flash wannabe and the stripe-wearing ringleader.

Nothing all that special in my opinion.

Wait.

Group of freshmen being bullied out of their money? Huh. Sounds entertaining. I think I'll go watch. See some of the powers those wimps have.

I smirk and lean against a wall while watching the group of freshmen huddle together while both of the upperclassmen intimidate them. Alas, it ends too soon when the cheerleader walks over and tells them to knock it off.

My eyes wonder as the cheerleader gives the freshmen a pep talk and I contemplate looking for the office to talk to the principal about my being here.

But then, I feel someone's elbow knock my shoulder and I turn to see the Barbie that had trapped those boys in a block of ice earlier; she was glaring at me.

She had long, platinum blond hair that went down to her shoulders, icy blue pale eyes, white creamy skin, and thick lips covered in glitter lip gloss.

She was wearing a baby-blue Aeropostle t-shirt, a short short denim skirt that made me want to puke, white, strappy high-heels and preppy jewelery.

She sneered at me and I glared, clenching my fists; feeling the warmth of purple flames arising.

"You mind getting out of the way, Emo Girl?" She sneered; bringing on fake laughter from her posse behind her.

"You can go around," I snapped, flicking her off. "I'm not gonna bow down, and kiss up to you, bitch."

Her sneer faded, and the fake laughter died.

"You wanna repeat that, freak?" She growled, bringing her face close to mine.

"I won't have a problem with it, bitch." I snarled.

She backed up in that instant, seeing purple flames crawling up from my fists to my arms. She gasped; obviously my eyes were glowing at that moment. I can never tell, though, if they do, because I always see the way I usually do, in color, even if my eyes glow.

They must've frightened her then, because she backed up and gestured to her posse when she walked away, shooting once last look at me, assuring me that it wasn't over.

I sighed, rubbling my temples. It was my first day and I had already made an enemy. Greeeeat...

After a having a talk with the principal, which had been arranged by my mother, I was taken to the gym for power placement where all the freshmen were herded.

The coach, who looked liked an asshole to my eyes already, was shouting out the the names of freshmen alphabetically order, calling them out to the stage while making snide remarks about them before demanding to see their powers.

Many a student were intimidated by Coach Boomer, and were too frightened to show their power or powers, and were placed as Sidekicks.

One idiot, by the name of Will Stronghold, the son of the Commander and Jetstream apparently, didn't have either of his parent's powers at all, which greatly annoyed Coach Boomer; thus ending with the boy nearly being crushed by a car, and flung into a wall and taken to the nurse afterwards.

I thought the show quite hilarious, and decided that this school wasn't going to be so bad after all, until Coach turned his beady eyes on me and squared his jaw.

"You," he said, loudly enough for the whole gym to hear, while pointing a finger as thick as a sausage at me, "You are next after lunch."

Everyone turned around to see who Coach Boomer was talking to, and immediately starting whispering when they saw me.

Asses.

Seething, I looked up to see Coach Asshole smirking, and made a decision.

If I ever turned out to be a villain, that jackass would be the first on my hit list.

I guess you could say lunch was quite fucking hilarious. If that includes being patronized by that Stronghold brat and getting detention after destroying nearly half of the cafeteria with a fellow pyrokinetic at your side, yeah, I guess you could say it was just peachy.

My mom was not going to be pleased.

But anyways, having bringing my own lunch from home so as not to get social with people in the lunch line, I sat at an empty table far away from everyone else.

I took out my favorite classic, Jane Eyre, and began to read while eating. Life was going great.

Suddenly, I feel this ominous shadow over me, and I look into the stormy-gray eyes of an angry-looking sophomore.

Obviously, I must've been invading his turf.

The hottie had long, dark brown hair with a streak of red that went down to his shoulders, stormy-gray eyes, dark, and dark tan skin. He was wearing a black leather jacket over a black shirt with shredded jeans and boots.

I stared up at him blankly.

"Can I help you?"

I said this in a rather emotionless sort of tone, but that seemed to piss him off even more.

"Yeah." His eyes flickered with the flames of hell, which was pretty fucking scary. "How 'bout you start by getting out of my seat?"

You know what's sad? When you meet this really hot guy you happen to like on sight, he turns out to be an asshole.

Yup, that was my situation.

I was about to refuse and add a mean, sarcastic remark at the end of it, but I stopped when I realized he was the guy on the bus I had sat behind that morning.

I knew it was him because his hands were emitting smoke, and he looked like he was about to, literally, burst into flames at that moment. And it was also because the seat he had sat in had been emitting smoke and heat also.

Another pyrokinetic. And one that looked like he was about to strangle me at that moment too. Sheesh, what was the world coming to, anyways? This school was weird, I swear. Everybody seemed to have some sort of problem. This guy, obviously, had a temperamental problem.

Struggling not to lose my temper, I said, "Look, dude, I'm sorry if I'm invading your turf, but I have nowhere else to sit and I don't want to sit next to all those stupid freshmen and everyone else. This is my first year here, and I don't know anybody. Look, I won't bother you. I'm not the type of girl to talk anybody's ears off, and if you don't want to talk to me or anything, that's cool. I'll sit at the end of the table. It's just I don't want to make any more enemies that I already have, okay?"

Surprisingly, the dude chilled out and his unclenched his fists. His angry look melted away slightly and he nodded. He sat down in front of me, and looked as if he wasn't going to start anything else, so I went back to my book.

"What's your name?"

I looked up. "Huh?"

"Your name," the guy said. "What's your name?"

I bit my lip, but I mumbled, "Raven."

The guy smirked slightly. "That's a cool name. Raven what?"

I wanted to scream at him to mind his own fucking business but thought better.

"Raven...Chaos."

The guy's eyes widened slightly, and I immediately looked away, tears coming to my eyes instantly. I wiped them away roughly and I turned away, wishing I hadn't told him. Now he knew who I was. Who my father was. But what he said next surprised me.

"Hey, I'm not gonna criticize you, alright? I know how it feels. My dad's Baron Battle."

I looked up at him. His dad was buddies with my dad. This was ironic.

"I'm Warren. Warren Peace."

I couldn't help but smile. "Peace?"

Warren raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"Peace? Seriously? That's your last name?" I giggled. "That's ironic, considering you."

I looked up at the expression on his face, and said, "I was kidding."

He shrugged. "I don't really care. It's the truth anyways."

I bit my lip, trying to think of something else to say. If I played my cards right, maybe, just maybe, I'd finally make a friend here.

"Sooo..."

Cue the awkward silence...

"Your mom's the Raven, right?" he asked.

"Yeah. Hero. Telekinetic. What about yours?"

Raven, you've got to work on your people skills.

"The Dove." Warren fiddled with a fork that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere and melted it.

"You're a pyrokinetic, right?" I said, twisting some of my hair around my finger, a habit I could never break.

"Yeah. What about you?"

"Same here, 'cept its purple like my dad's. It's really weird."

"Hmm."

More silence.

I glanced around the cafeteria, just observing everything, and my gaze caught Stronghold, who was standing like an akaward lump, looking utterly stupid and confused, as if he didn't know where to sit. Warren turned his head to see what I was looking at, and when he spotted Stronghold, his eyes flickered once again with the flames of hate.

When Stronghold stupidly started walking near us, Warren's gloved fist spouted flames and he turned away, looking cranky once more.

Not wanting to invoke his wrath like I did earlier, I wisely picked up my book again and continued reading.

A loud nosie startled me and I looked up; the cafeteria had gone silent and I saw that Stronghold's tray lay shattered in pieces on the floor, and Warren's lap was covered with his lunch.

In a blink of an eye, Warren stood up to his full height, which was a good six feet at the most, and glared down at Stronghold, who was shaking with fear.

"You think you can get away with anything just because your parents are famous, huh?" Warren said this in a low voice, which frightened me more than if he had been shouting.

"I-i-i-it was a-an a-a-accident," the boy stuttered. "I'm sorry about your dad and your friend's dad being put in jail and all..."

Oh.

Hell.

No.

That little prick did not just mention my father in front of the whole cafeteria. I heard all the other students start whispering and glancing at me and Warren.

I was trembling with anger, and smoke was seeping from my hands and burning the edges of my book as I struggled to keep my temper in check.

But then, all hell broke lose when I heard a student say the dreaded words I hoped never to hear here.

"She's the daughter of that supervillian Darkfire!"

Then more whispers rose up.

"Really? Are you serious?"

"No way!"

"I heard he was Baron Battle's partner-in-crime!"

"Then why are they letting her come here?"

"Bet she's going to turn out to be a villian..."

"Oh, please. Just look at her. She looks like a villian already with the way she dresses."

I couldn't take it anymore. With a loud bang, I threw down my book and rose from my seat. My hands were alit with purple flames and I'm pretty sure my eyes were glowing.

Warren was already throwing fireballs at Stronghold, who was trying, and failing to avoid them. Warren stared at me when he heard me getting up.

I growled and sent a purple fireball flying at Stronghold. The boy yelped and ducked just in time, the fireball hitting the opposite wall.

"What the hell was that for?" he cried out stupidly.

"That's for mentioning my father, you little shit!" I scream and hurl another fireball at him.

He ducks once more. Then, Warren eventually joins in and the whole cafeteria is chanting "Fight! Fight!"

Then, a few other kids that happened to be Stronghold's friends try to intervene but Warren leaps on top of a table Stronghold was cowerng under and hurls fireballs at them instead.

I was about to help him too when I suddenly hear Stronghold scream, "Leave my friends alone!"

Then, to my horror and surprise, Stronghold lifts up the table Warren was standing on in the air.

"He's strong!" Someone gasps.

"I'm strong?" Stronghold says stupidly.

I hear a seething Warren swear and try to throw a fireball at Stronghold.

But Stronghold hurled Warren and the table at the opposite wall.

The crowd 'Ohhs.'

"Warren!" I felt the rage growing within me again, and I whirl around and stalk back towards Stronghold. I extingush my flames and raise back a fist to give him a good one, but a loud voice shouted, "Enough!"

The whole cafeteria goes quiet and the crowd parts as Prinicipal Powers stalks toward me, her face red with rage. "Detention, Ms. Chaos!" She hisses at me, seething. "You too, Mr. Stronghold."

"But I didn't do anything," the little shit whined.

"Bullshit," I snorted. He attempted to send a glare my way, but it was a feeble attempt seeing as I was practically sending the flames of hell towards him.

"Mr. Peace will also be serving detention with you," Prinicipal Powers said, glancing back at the smashed wall and table, which Warren was emerging from. "Today after school, seven o'clock."

And with that, she turned on her heels and left the cafeteria.

I groaned at the thought of telling my mom that I had detetion on the first day of school, and because of fighting of all things. She was not going to be happy. Not to mention this little incident would do nothing to help my already-falling reputation. (Not that I really cared, but that meant my chances of making friends were slim to none.)

After lunch, I went straight back to the gym for my power placement. Coach Boomer didn't help matters seeing as he felt it necessary to call out my last name particulary loud so everyone could hear while putting an emphais on it that was telling me I was clearly unwanted here.

I was put in Hero after melting a car and narrowly avoiding collision into a wall. (I swear he does that just to humiliate us, especially sidekicks. Coach Boomer's particulary harsh with them.)

My first class of the day would've been Hero History, but the power placement had taken so long I missed two of my classes and ended up staying in the gym longer than most of the freshmen. Therefore, I was sent to Mad Science.

After about twenty minutes of being lost and chasing off annoying freshmen (also lost) and frying older guys attempting to flirt with me, I finally found the classroom. When I saw my teacher, I couldn't help but stare. His head was huge! But then again, he was supposed to be some kind of a genius.

To my surprise, Warren was in this class too. But he looked cranky and would most likely roast the person who dared to sit next to him so I opted for the seat behind him instead.

I ended up falling asleep after about half an hour for the teacher had this ability to bore one with his dull voice so much, it was pretty much like a lullaby to me. The same thing happened in the rest of my classes also, and I actually ended up getting another detention from one. Ugh. My first day couldn't have been any worse if it tried.

When the final bell rang, I felt a thrill of excitiment run through me; I could finally go home! But then I was reminded of my detention after school and that other detention after school the day after, and I felt like banging my head repeatedly on my desk.

With a groan, I trugeded out of the room and down the hallway towards Prinicipal Power's office.

A/N: So, how was it? Good? Okay? In desperate need of improvement? Tell me! I'm pretty proud of this chapter, although I obviously left some things out that were seen in the movie. I haven't seen Sky High in a long time, so please be gentle if you review. Anyways, if anybody happens to review, will someone tell me the names of the teachers or the subjects that heroes take? I'd appreciate if you do. Oh, if you review, don't call my OC emo or Mary Sue! I wasn't trying to make my story like everybody's elses on this site, I just happened to write it this way. If you don't like it, don't read because I won't tolerate flames telling me how much my story sucks because it's a Mary-Sue. Anyways, I hoped you liked this. Reviews are appreciated! Bye!

P.S. I'm sorry if I made any of the charaters OCC!