Take you Higher.

The story of a young girl.

Sunday, May 14th, 2007

Well, I'm not very into the idea of a 'diary' so I won't call it so, this is my thought holder, journal, whatever you want to call it.. My name is Shelly James. I am 17 and I have quite the story.

I grew up in a town called Bellswood, on Limmer Street. Wasn't the greatest place for a young child to be raised, but I guess you can say I did fine... except for one thing... I'm kind of Telekinetic, or whatever the hell people are calling the ability to move and control objects with the mind these days. So, yeah. That kind of sets me apart from the general population.

My mother, Lani, has decided that she doesn't want me going to Bellswood High any longer because of how they would react if they ever found out.. so she did some research and found a 'School for Super Teens'... that's right.. I'm not kidding, they actually have those.. I was pretty skeptical at first since I'm not really what you would call a 'social butterfly'.. I prefer to keep to myself and stay out of peoples' way..

I'm still not entirely sure how I got this 'ability', I just figured that I got it from my father, whoever he is. BTW, if you are reading this and you are my biological father, please contact me. But how I got it doesn't matter, I guess, what I'm going to do with it is what's important... yea, cliché? I know.

Well, it was all settled, I started at Sky High tomorrow, and I'm not too thrilled about it.. Just the thought of being around others 'like me', yea.. kinda makes you want to throw up.. or like scream.. I don't know.

I just hope the guys there aren't like the guys at usual high schools, that's the last thing I need, more assholes... Well, I'm gonna call it a night, it's kind of late..

Wish me Luck Tomorrow,

Shelly James

MONDAY, MAY 15th, 2007...

...SKY HIGH...8:34AM...

Well, okay, I just got off the bus and already I know this was a BAD idea. I can't do this, look at all these people, it's like.. well, it's like normal high school, only it's like, 25,000ft in the air, and all these teens are equipped with superpowers.. okay, well, so am I, but still..

I pulled the buds to my iPod out of my ears and stashed my iPod in my bag, last time a teacher saw me with it, I got it taken away for like, a week.. worst week ever, may I add. I stood there for a moment, taking it all in, studying my surrounding, you know, just in case I need to make a hasty escape. At least, that was, until someone bumped into me, dropping their bag, books and papers spilling everywhere.

"Oh!" I leaned down to help her pick up all her stuff. "I am so sorry."

She looked at me, her green eyes wide, "No, it's okay." She tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear, "You're new arent' you?"

I nodded slightly, "Yeah.. is it that obvious?"

She smiled. "No, it's just that I haven't seen you around anywhere, well, actually, I think I saw you in the line at TacoBell once."

mmmm, Taco Bell, it sounded soo good right now. I love Taco Bell, if you need to know. I don't know why exactly, I just do.. but then again I guess that really isn't that important. "um, probably. I don't think I've seen you anywhere."

I handed her the last book and she placed it in her bag. As she stood up, I was able to notice that she wore mostly green, not weird at all.."I'm Shelly."

"Layla."

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Well, so far, the day had gone pretty well. I made a friend, Layla, I got to all my classes without issues, they had decided to put me in the 'Hero Class' which I guess is like the popular clique or whatnot.. but whatever, I'm not into lables, I am who I am and no one is going to tell me other wise..

It was lunch now and I had no idea what to do. And by 'what to do' I mean, of course, who to sit with. I figured I would just sit with Layla and her friends, but then I saw somebody sitting by themselves.. so I decided, what the hell, why not?.

I plopped my tray down across from him. "Hi."

He didn't say anything, he just sat there and stared at me.. I guess he wasn't much of a social butterfly either.. "I'm uh, new."

Again.. he didn't say anything..

Suddenly, another tray landed next to me, I looked over and there was Layla, she sat down and looked at me, then shot a quick glance at the guy sitting across from us, "Warren." She said plainly.

He nodded, "Hippe."

Okay.. I thought, that's not weird...

**********

After lunch, there was free period, which has always been my favorite subject in school, the time when you can do pretty much whatever you wanted. I sat with Layla on the steps outside. "That guy, at lunch? Warren?"

Layla shot me a look, "I wouldn't get too interested.. he's kind of the one you want to leave alone here."

"Why is that?"

She shook her head, "Shelly, he's just not a people person.. He's a pyro, and not the friendliest one you'll ever meet. He's the son of Barron Battle.." I had no idea who that was. "Annnd, he's kind of got a thing for my friend Will." He was gay?

I opened my mouth, but she stopped me, "Not like gay or anything, but he just doens't like him. At all. Mainly because Will's father put his father away for like four lifes.."

...Oh, that would explain that... I couldn't wait to get home, so I could lay down, all of this who's who stuff was giving me a headache..