Disclaimer: I do not own Sky High. I do own Kerri.
Chronicles of a Weather-Inclined Superheroine
Power Placement
I waited near the edge of the group. I didn't want to get to know them, didn't want to learn their names and powers and faces. I'd rather sit in the shadows and hide.
No such luck.
Coach Boomer calls me up. I almost refuse. But the hippie-girl, the redhead, refused, and was dumped into Sidekick class. I don't want to go there. I've seen how the Sidekicks chosen are treated, the outcasts of the school. There are no Jocks and Cheerleaders, Goths and Geeks. There are only two cliques here: Heroes and Sidekicks.
I step up onto the platform, giving Coach Boomer the heaviest stare I can muster. He almost quails, and I smile. He thinks I'm being nice, and nods in return. I don't correct him.
"Well? Get moving, girlie."
I raise my hand. The air thickens, and I can smell sulfur, and the clean scent of rain.
Lightning cracks overhead, and a thin strip dances over my palm, electric blue-white. Shadows hollow out Coach Boomer's face, turning him into a skin-stretched skull. I smile again, and release the lightning.
It cracks into the ground a foot from his sneakers, leaving a scorch mark the size of my hand. Coach Boomer nods again, seemingly unfazed.
"Hero."
A/N: Kerri is an OC of mine. I thought it might be a good idea to create the events of Sky High from the view of an outsider.