A/N: Sky High belongs to Disney I only own my character

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I tuned out the lecturing Principal before me, I was once again sitting in front of Principal Kennedy of Kingstown School for Gifted Teens, aka super school.

I sat there unemotionally.

Just like I did last year when he told me my parents were dead.

Now I'm sitting here again as he tells me I'm expelled.

I used to be a model student, perfect grades, perfect friends, perfect parents, perfect boyfriend, perfect life.

Then my world crumbled before my eyes, my parents were killed by a Super Villain, my grades slipped from A's to F's, my friends stopped talking to me as I locked myself in my room, my boyfriend dumped me for the same reason.

Everything broke.

So I lashed out at everyone and everything, I got into fights, destroyed things, ignored all orders sent my way, I did what I wanted when I wanted, I didn't care about anyone else because that's how you got hurt.

I got a tattoo, it was a dagger with blood dripping from it, I wanted to show my strength, it was on the bottom of my back, just above my butt.

I got my nose pierced, but I only ever wore a simple diamond nose stud in it.

My Aunt Rachel gave up at this point, but kept me because she felt she owed to my parents, to her sister.

But getting expelled was the last straw and that's why I'm currently standing on a doorstep in Maxville, looking out of place in my gothic clothes and chains, I had on a black mini skirt that reached mid thigh and had chains hanging down from the top of it, the silver chains reached my knees and the cold metal rested against my bare skin comfortably. On my top half I wore a black tube top with an off the shoulder fishnet shirt on top, the sleeves reaching the middle of my palms and on my feet I had knee length, flat, black, suede boots with large silver buckles on the tops of them.

By my feet was a bag that clearly said 'no one gives a damn'.

I sighed and knocked on the door in front of me, scooping my bag into my hand as I heard my cousin's questioning voice:

"Amaya?"

I turned and saw Will and a group of people staring at me.

"Hi," I muttered as the door was yanked open and I was pulled into a hug.

I didn't like people touching me.

"Can you get off me!" I shouted, pushing Josie Stronghold aka my Aunt off me, dropping my bag in the process.

Yeah, I was Steve Stronghold's aka the Commander's niece, my father was his big brother.

"It's good to see you dear, we would've taken you in sooner, but Rachel thought it best to keep you in your old scho-is that a nose ring?!" Josie cried.

I raised an eyebrow, "yeah," I said slowly.

"What on earth persuaded you to do such a stupid thing?!" Josie demanded, hands on hips.

"Quit acting like my mom," I hissed coldly, clenching my fists as I felt fire and lightning tickling my palms and the wind whipped round me, making my dark brown hair fly around me violently.

"But, how could you do that? It could've scarred!" Josie wailed.

"So could getting a tattoo, but that didn't stop me," I shrugged, the wind dying down to a slight breeze again, the fire and lightning threatening to let loose stopping as I pushed my anger back down inside me.

"Excuse me?" Josie asked weakly.

"Yep," I smirked, turning and pulling down the back of my skirt slightly, showing my dagger tattoo to her, "like it? I designed it myself."

Will and his little friends were gaping, except one smirking guy.

He looked so out of place with my cousin and his bright friends, he had black hair with a single red streak, he even wore an awesome leather jacket and he had flame tattoos on his wrists.

I turned back to shocked Aunt as my Uncle appeared and grinned at me.

"Hey," I waved, a fake, bright grin on my face.

"Hey there, Amaya," Steve said, going to hug me, but I quickly stepped back.

"No hugging, don't like people touching me," I shuddered, picking my bag back up.

"Hey, 'Maya," Will said, I turned to him and he smiled, "I want you to meet my friends, this is Layla-" he pointed to a girl with deep red hair, brown eyes and smile on her face as she waved at me, I just nodded, Will continued, "-Zach-" this guy wore neon yellow, neon yellow, oh god it hurt my eyes, "-Ethan-" he was a little nerdy looking guy who wore bright orange, what is with these people and wearing lethal to the eyes clothing? "-Magenta-" this girl wasn't actually so bad, she wore dark purple mainly and I therefore didn't go blind as I nodded to her, "-and Warren," Will finished as I nodded to the guy with the flame tattoos.

"Hey," I mumbled, "I'm Amaya."

"Yeah, Will told us about you," Layla smiled, "it's nice to meet you."

I just nodded.

Again.

"Amaya, come on, I'll show you your room and you can unpack," Josie called.

I sighed and headed into the perfect little suburban house after Josie.

Life in Maxville, how thrilling and exciting it'll be.

Not.


I'd just finished unpacking as someone knocked on my door, I rolled my ocean blue eyes.

"Yeah?" I called and the door opened to reveal Will and his friends, I raised an eyebrow.

"We were wondering if you wanted to come to the Paper Lantern with us?" Will asked, "it's a restaurant and since you're coming to Sky High I tho-"

"Woah, wait hold up," I said over his monologue, "when did I agree to go to Sky High?"

"You don't know?" Will gulped as he saw my dark expression.

"I am not going to Sky High," I hissed, "I got expelled from my last school and I'm not going to another one."

With this I slammed the door shut on them and kicked the bedside cabinet harshly, then yelping as pain throbbed into my big toe.

Unlike my father, Uncle and cousin, I wasn't invincible.

Someone knocked on my door again.

"What?!" I snapped, throwing the door open using wind as I pulled off my boot and sock, checking my swelling big toe, I looked up and saw Warren, I glared, "can I help you?" I asked coldly, wincing as I touched my big toe.

"You know, it's rude to slam doors in people's faces," he said unemotionally and I could feel his dark smoky eyes boring into me as I checked my toe.

"What's it to you?" I spat, standing then falling back onto my bed as pain shot through my toe, "shit," I hissed softly, watching my toe swell rapidly.

"I think it's broken," Warren commented, still standing in my doorway.

"Wow, so observant," I muttered sarcastically, "now, are you here for any particular reason other than to annoy the hell out of me?"

"Actually Will asked me to talk to you 'cause he thinks we're alike," he smirked.

I laughed coldly, "oh yeah, why's that?"

"'Cause you're a cold bitch who locks everyone out because you're afraid of getting hurt," he stated bluntly.

I stared at him, I didn't like how he saw through me like that, he just laid everything out, no one got in.

No one.

"Go away," I ordered icily.

"You know, you're scared of getting hurt by letting people in, but you're hurting right now, and the only person who's doing that is you," Warren said, then following my order and leaving me alone.

I stood and started limping to the door, so I could get downstairs and sort out my broken toe.

But as I exited the room, I tripped and started to fall, I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the inevitable pain that was to come.

But I found myself in a warm pair of arms.

I slowly opened my eyes and looked at the person who's caught me.

You know, I was really beginning to hate Warren, he was bloody well everywhere!

"Thanks," I mumbled grudgingly, pulling out of his hold and starting to the stairs, I just had to stumble.

Life is a bitch.

Though I learnt that a long time ago.

Warren caught me…..again.….and picked me up.

I stiffened.

"Put me down," I ordered.

He started carrying me down the stairs.

I struggled.

"Put me down!" I said, louder this time.

"Hold still, or do you want more damage?!" he growled angrily.

"PUT ME DOWN!!!" I shouted furiously.

No one was allowed to touch me.

My shout brought my Uncle, Aunt, cousin and his friends to the foyer just in time for them to see me lightning bolt Warren in the chest, sending him flying back and me landing on the floor with a sickening crunch.

I'm not sure, but I think I just broke something else.


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