Hey! this is my first story and I really need to know what you guys think. This is only the first chapter and will only explain about my Character, Cole.

My first and only Disclaimer on the story: IDO NOTown Sky High, Will Stronghold, Warren Peace, or anything thathas to do with the movie or Disney. All though I really wouldn't mind owning Warren :D

"Only in my dreams can I truly be happy. It's yet another fact of life I've come to live with. I've had a hard life and I know it will only get harder as I grow up. Not that I'm not already halfway there already. I am seventeen you know Doc. My past? Oh I guess I forgot to tell you before but I don't talk like to talk about it. Ever. With anyone. The only person that does know is Principal, as I like to call her, and that's because I was only ten when she found me and I didn't know better not to tell her, luckily only her, that- shit you almost got me to tell you all about it. You're good Doc. real good; did anyone ever tell you that?

"Anyway, I've had the same dream since I was sixteen, and it's always same. I'm up in the air flying in his arms. What? Oh I don't know who he is. I've never seen his face. But he's strong, kind, and gentle, look at me I'm melting over some guy my subconscious mind made up, No wonder everyone thinks I'm crazy! Anyway it always ends as we start to spin coming out of the clouds and into the moonlight, and as I start to turn I start to see his face when . . . BAM! I'm laying here flat on my face hanging halfway off my comfortable bed talking to my imaginary shrink. I really am crazy"

I turned my head to look at the clock I had set up on the floor beside my bed after the third week of finding myself on the floor. 7:00. "Fuck, Sorry Doctor Spiel but I'm afraid we'll have to cut this session short, I have to get ready for my first day at Principals school. Don't even ask." Flipping my feet up over my head I manage to fall flat on my face yet again. "Damn sheets."

Anyway I might as well get the introductions over with. The names Cole. Okay, okay, so my real name is Colleen Powers but I hate that name so I go by Cole. If you call me by my real name, well . . . I'll let you use your imagination. I'm starting my senior year in high school and today's my first day at Sky High, the only super hero in training school I have yet to get kicked out of. My last chance as Principal calls it. Anyway I get kicked out of this school she's going to hire a special tutor to come to the house and give me the rest of my education, and I'll either become a side kick or have my powers suppressed. Doesn't that sound fun! Note the sarcasm.

I turned up the volume on my CD player before hoping into the hot shower. American idiot came blasting through the speakers and I could practically see Principal wincing in the kitchen. It's not like I don't like my adoptive mom, it's just I don't understand her. I know that makes me sound bad. 'We fear what we don't understand' as the mob sang as they went after the beast in that one Disney film. I can't really remember the name at the moment, damn morning brain fog. Anyway I don't fear or hate her it's just that after what my parents did I'm more than a little reluctant to start caring for a parental unit again. I shook my head trying to erase the memories I've tried so hard to forget.

Moving on as I shampoo my hair. I've heard a lot about Sky High and a few of its students from Principal. I know all about the chaos that Royal Pain caused years ago in my freshman year. I guess a few of her lackeys are returning to Sky high for a fresh start, Lash and Speed I believe, I didn't really pay much attention when Principal was telling me.

I don't really have any first day jitters, as I told you before I've been to a lot of schools. The last time I counted I had it at fifty-nine. Yeah I know 'Bad Cole,' right. I'm not that bad of a kid, but I've got a temper that gets the better of me, and it doesn't help that I despise preps, jocks, and bullies. Add the fact that I give off a loner vibe and the fact that I don't talk much and you a tiny problem. I just hope I can manage to not to get kicked out of this school. I really don't want to be a sidekick or the, uh, alternative.

I hoped out of the now cold shower and ran back to my bedroom to get dressed. I smiled at the familiar band posters hanging on my wall. My walls are like a patchwork quilt made from posters and pictures that I had cut out of a few magazines. Not one speck of white showed through the mess. I painted my ceiling black with a small star around the ceiling light. I have too much furniture a twin size bed with black sheets and an old feather blanket, too bad I have problems not falling off. I have bookshelf in my room one half filled with books and the other filled with my other belongings not to mention my sketchbook. I must warn you though, I suck at drawing, and no I'm not trying to be modest. I can draw on or two things fine but other than that . . . nothing. Needless to say it's pretty empty.

I have a small desk with a laptop laid out on it and a few notebooks that I carry around everywhere so I can write down all of my ideas. I would like to be a writer, it's the only dream I've put much energy into but going to super hero in training schools doesn't help much. They don't put too much time into teaching you the basics in the art of writing. They teach you just enough so you don't make a huge fool of your self when you're supposed to deliver one of those epic lines that will be passed down from generation to generation. Just think of that one saying Peter Parker used to say. What was it again . . . oh yeah. 'With great power comes great power comes great responsibility.' Or some shit like that.

I came out of the closet fully dressed and stopped at the mirror hanging on the door to study my appearance. I wore My favorite shirt, a small T-shirt with a squirrel holding a baseball bat with the words 'protect your nuts' written underneath, over a black long sleeve shirt with holes in the bottoms of the sleeves that I could put my thumbs through. I had on a pair of jeans that through the many years that I've worn them are now ripped, paint splattered, and bleached. I had to put a studded belt just to hold them up. I had a few hand-made bracelets that I had made when I was young and a watch I had attached to a chain hanging on my wrists. I had thrown on a pair of black All Stars to complete my outfit. "Not bad."

My short Black hair had already dried and was sticking up in a few places. It really isn't that short, most of it reaches past my shoulders. Last night I had gotten bored and started cutting strips of my hair off, so now I had choppy uneven layers. There was a streak of silver hanging behind my ear. Yes its natural People with my abilities usually have a few silver streaks.

I let my eyes wander over my face. My face is slightly pale (a long with the rest of me) like I hadn't been out in the sun in a long time. I had one of those smiles that could light up my whole face, if I ever did smile that is. I had slightly long canines that had earned me the nickname Vampire, but I always used it to my advantage. You remember how creepy vampires usually look? Well I had that look down to an art. My eyes are without a doubt my favorite feature. They are a deep midnight blue that looks black from far away. They have soft flecks of silver floating throughout them. I love giving people blank stares. They really start to freak out after a while. It's actually really fun.

I reached up and put on my last ornament. It is a small ring on a simple chain that I had stolen from my parents' back when I still had them. It had powers beyond imagination and in the wrong hands could destroy life, as we know it. If I put it on someone, after saying a few choice words, I could erase their power and/or suck it out of them and into myself. I had always felt the need to protect its power and as I said when I was a kid, my parents definitely had the wrong hands.

So what do you think, should I continue? Please Reveiw, I would really appeciate it.

Oh and I can really some help with ideas for pranks, any and All ideas will help. Oh and I can't for the life of me figure out Principal Powers name, do you know?