It was a cool, cloudless evening. Perfect conditions for a flight.
Especially businessmen, who just wanted to get home after long and exhausting meetings, were in the airplane.
Some of them already slept even before the airplane had lifted off, but that wasn't uncommon. Bit by bit every businessman learned to at least doze a little bit on every place, no matter how narrow it was.
At least the girl, who was staring out of the window absent minded, thought so.
Somewhere else she never would have drawn any kind of attention, but here, surrounded by people whom you could read the word 'success' from their faces (and how often they had already met a cosmetic surgeon), she just felt out of place.
Nervously she played with some of her light brown hair streaks.
Her small, slender fingers twined little braids, opened them and twined them again, while she silently checked her appearance.
She had put her hair, which was somehow fluffy and wavy, sometimes even quite elegant, into a bun.
Some streaks were falling out of it. Why had she let that wannabe-celebrity-hairdresser convince her into this cut?
A frustrated sigh slipped over her lips. Hopefully she'd quickly get used to it.
There wasn't anything special about her; she wasn't really slim or thick, yet rather small grown.
Maybe her pale skin was mentionable, her black clothes letting her skin look even whiter then it already was.
She frowned and her blue-grayish eyes darkened at the thought of why she wore this color.
Her family was dead for over ten years now.
At that time she hadn't understood why everyone at the funeral was wearing such somber clothing.
When someone explained her why, she forswore to herself that she would only start wearing colorful clothes again when…well, when…
She blushed slightly. When she had made this decision she still had believed in Santa Claus and the handsome prince of the fairy tales her mother read with her in the evenings.
And yet you hold on to it, a little voice in her head taunted.
Before she started discussing with an inner voice, she gave her mind on something else.
The country she was flying to, for example.
America, the land of thousand possibilities, like it was said. From now on it would be something like her home.
Her relatives had been quite assuaged when it had been sure that she'd move to old friends of her parents and go to school there.
It wasn't like she ever had caused trouble to them, but after all they had sent her to a boarding school to not have to really take care of her.
She couldn't blame them, neither had they ever wished for having children nor did they know how to deal with them.
At the thought of the new life awaiting her, she began to bite her thumbnail.
As she remarked it, she hastily sat on her hand.
Her thoughts wandered back to the last year.
Well, a life-threatening pneumonia wasn't fun, that's for sure, but what bothered her most was the fact that her depart had been deferred for a whole year.
But she didn't care about how many she had to overtake for school.
The reason of her nervousness and eagerness was which school she would attend to.
This school wasn't a normal high school. It was a school for teenagers with special powers.
For future (nearly) invincible superheroes and prospective vicious rulers over the world.
It was Sky High.
A/N: Woohoo! Hello anyone! So, what do you think of this? I think there will be many mistakes. Just tell me and I'll try to correct it. After all I want to improve my English ^^ I think this story will be a Warren/OC at some point, but I'll try my hardest to not create a Mary Sue o.o Things will get more interesting next chapter (and we'll finally know our heroines name...)!
Have great holidays and a wonderful ending of this year :)