A/N: I know I said I would wait but I got hit with a great plot line and couldn't help myself.

A/N 2: Okay, so Alex's Story is more of a sequel than a companion piece. I only called it a companion piece because in my mind a sequel is a story following the first about the same character. This isn't about Lash so it's technically not a sequel. But it is a story within itself. Yeah. Anyway, here it is. Oh, before I forget again, the category says angst because well, let's face it, Alex has angst issues.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything relating to Sky High. Alex, Ana Lucia, Sarah, and a few others are mine (you will know them), but the rest belong solely to Disney. Oh yeah, and this poem ("Alone") belongs to Edgar Allen Poe.

Prologue/Alone

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.

Those words by Edgar Allen Poe could have been written for me. I'm serious. It's like the guy knew me even though he's been dead for about two hundred years. Creepy, huh? Some people don't like Poe's works, too depressing, I guess, for them. Me, I like them. They fit my mood well.

Who am I? I'm Alex Newton if that tells you anything. Not many people notice me. I live with a girl named Ana Lucia and her parents. My mom and brother are dead. My dad is in Canada somewhere. I'm not like normal kids. I have superpowers (invisibility and empathy if you were wondering) and go to a school called Sky High. But even there, with kids sprouting different powers left and right, I'm still alone. I'm still an outcast.

A typical day in my life: Ana Lucia bumps into me in the stairwell.

"Sorry Alex, I didn't see you there."

Someone sits on me in the bus.

"Sorry dude, didn't see you there."

Someone runs into me on my way to class.

"Sorry, didn't see you."

And so on and so forth. And I wasn't even invisible then either. People are so blind. Of course, I'm not much to look at. Not really. People are usually disgusted by me.

Some people call me "Goth kid." I guess I look it. I have black hair that's kinda long and hangs in my face. I wear a lip ring (fake, since I don't really have the courage to get a real one), and all black clothing. Usually black baggy jeans with those chains, black t-shirt with a black sweatshirt no matter the weather. Not fancy, but comfortable. My skin's really pale, why I don't know. I wouldn't call myself ugly, but I don't think I'm attractive either. Ana Lucia says that I am, but I'm pretty sure she's just being nice.

Speaking of Ana Lucia, she and her new boyfriend, Lash, are practically glued to each other's sides. Ever since his friend Jacob died, three months ago, they've been hanging around together and dating. I'm usually stuck playing babysitter to Lash's little sister Sarah. Not that I'm complaining much, Sarah's a great kid, definitely more lively since she came back from the hospital, I just don't like Ana Lucia to be away so much. I'm not jealous or anything . . . okay, maybe I am. But can you blame me?

Ana Lucia was the first person to ever talk to me during my stay at the hospital, as I watched my mother fade away to nothing. I had never really befriended anyone my entire life. My dad was abusive, my brother took a gun to his head, and I just wasn't the friendly type. I suppose I'm still not the friendly type. But Ana Lucia was kind to me. She didn't treat me like I was invisible. She took care of me, gave me a home, food to eat, friendship. Now that she's with Lash however, it looks like all that is changing. She hardly pays attention to me now. I'm alone again, just like I was in the beginning.

Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.