Disclaimer: I own nothing from Sky High... if I did, I'd be one happy girl. I only own Bree...
The alarm started blaring at six o'clock, the echoes bouncing off the white walls of the darkened room. Bree groaned and reached over to hit the snooze button, pulling the blankets up over head and snuggling further into her pillow. There was a knock on the door next to hers and knew it was only a matter of time before there was a knock on hers.
"Bree. Come on, sweetheart."
"Do I really have to?"
"Yes, you have to. Just think about it, though, only a few years and then you can do whatever you want."
"That's a plus. How many years?" Her aunt laughed and flipped on the lights as she left the room. Bree pushed her blankets back and sighed deeply before she sat up. Hearing no movement from her cousin's room, she pushed herself out of bed and went into the bathroom to get ready for the day.
About half an hour later, she wrapped a towel around her body and turned on the fan in the bathroom as she went back to her room. She glanced into her cousin's room as she passed and saw him at his weight bench. Bree hurried into her room to grab her brush and tugged the towel off her head before going into her cousin's room.
"Come on," he muttered, trying to push the bar up into the air. She settled herself on his bed and started brushing her long black hair.
"Will," she started but he ignored her, concentrating with all his might to try and move the bar. Taking pity on him, she sighed and coaxed the bar up slightly. Will looked surprised for a moment before he realized he wasn't the one holding the bar up in the air. He set it back down and sat up, turning towards her. She shrugged and sent him an apologetic smile.
"I appreciate the help."
"Sorry, I know how important this is to you." He sighed deeply and looked at the multiple large weights lying haphazardly about his room.
"Will?" They looked up at each other at the same time and sprang into action. Bree set down her brush and picked up one weight while Will went to the other side of the bar and slid another onto his end. She jumped out of his way as he moved over by her and pushed another onto the bar before hurrying back to the other side to finish pushing on a weight Bree had picked up with her power as she ran out of his room.
She hurriedly shut his door behind her and slid into her room, flipping on her stereo as she headed to her closet. Humming along to the songs on the radio, she pulled on her clothes for the day: a turquoise baby-tee and white Capri's. Bree then went to her mirror and started on her hair, putting in some of her scrunching gel to help her curls stay when she heard a crash from next door. Setting down her makeup she ran into the hallway to see what had happened.
"Will, are you okay? What was that?" she asked, approaching him when she saw him lying on his back, clutching a weight to his chest as he carefully got off his broken bed.
"He… threw a weight… at me," he gasped out, letting her take the weight as he felt his chest.
"You're okay?" she pressed, reaching out to check him but he shook his head at her.
"I'll be fine in a minute. Just, let me catch my breath again." She smiled at him, releasing his shoulders and walking back to her room once he convinced her he was okay. Bree quickly finished putting on her eye liner and light colored eye shadow to accent her blue eyes before she shook out her hair and pulled it up into a ponytail, the blonde streaks in her hair really standing out. Satisfied, she grabbed her bag and walked downstairs.
"Commander, huh?" she heard her uncle say as she entered the kitchen, waving at Layla as she set her backpack down by her chair. "Oh, thanks, Layla."
"I can't believe you and Will are starting high school. Seems like only yesterday you were swimming naked in the kiddie pool."
"Mom!" Will said, walking into the kitchen and taking a seat. "Hi, Layla." Josie walked over to the table and set a plate for Will and handed Layla a glass of juice.
"Thank you, she replied, smiling up at Josie and picking up the glass as a cell phone started ringing. Steve reached into his pocket and pulled out a red cell phone as his wife went to the counter.
"Josie, it's… the other one. Go," he said, leaning away from the table slightly as Will looked over at the girls and rolled his eyes. "I see. Thank you, Mayor. There's trouble downtown. Big trouble. Downtown."
"Oh, shoot, and I really wanted to see Will of to the bus. I remember his first day of preschool, he wouldn't let go of my leg," Josie told the girls, causing Bree to choke on her juice as she fought back a laugh when she saw the look on her cousin's face.
"Mom!" Will pleaded, turning to look at his mom.
"Oh!"
"Josie," Steve said from the counter as Josie leaned down to kiss Will's cheek before exiting the kitchen. "Oh, Will, uh, a reminder. A lot of kids at Sky High will only have one superhero parent, not two, so take it easy on them, huh? No showing off."
"Aw, dad. Not to worry. I'll keep it low-key."
"Steve!"
"Gotta go!" Will rolled his eyes as his dad ran off and Bree stood up with her plate.
"Really, Will? Naked in the kiddie pool, huh?"
"Let it go, Bree!" Will said, following her to the sink and cleaning off his plate before grabbing the remote to the kitchen TV and hopping up on the counter. Layla and Bree stood on either side of him as he flipped on the morning news.
"...reports of a situation downtown. Let's check with a picture from News Chopper Five. Evil has struck our morning commute. Here's a hint. If you're traveling eastbound on the 115 you might think about alternate routes. Hang on. This just in. The Commander and Jetstream are on their way."
"That has got to be the saddest looking evil robot I have ever seen," Bree commented when the news channel zoomed in on the robot that was terrorizing the citizens. Will just sent her a look and she shrugged her shoulders at him as they looked back to the TV, when the camera zoomed in on the Commander and Jetstream. Jetstream quickly circled around the robot before releasing the arms of the Commander, who dove right for the robot's chest and punched it, creating rippling reaction along the surface at it fell backwards.
"Oh! And the robot goes down! He's plucking out a souvenir from another successful battle. What a team! The Commander and Jetstream. What would we do without them?"
"They are good," Will said with a heavy sigh as he turned off the TV. Layla and Bree exchanged a look as he jumped down from the counter top and grabbed his backpack before they all walked out the front door. Bree took out her MP3 player and turned on her music as she walked two steps behind her friend and cousin, half listening to their conversation.
"Now, I know it's just our first day, but I already can't wait to graduate and start saving mankind," Layla said excitedly before she paused and continued. "And womankind. And animal-kind."
"And the rain forest," Will added and Layla nodded.
"And the oceans," Bree put in, letting them know she was in on their conversation.
"Of course."
"Hello, kids!" Bree glanced up at the voice and raised her hand to wave at their neighbor.
"Hi, Mrs. Kibbitch," all three replied, walking to the end of the street where their bus stop was.
"I just feel really good about this year."
"Yeah, should be great," Will replied, his voice laced with light sarcasm, as a bus rolled to a stop in front of them.