"Hurry up sweetie; you don't want to be late for your first day of school!" Mary Jane Parker yelled up to her 16-year-old daughter Christina Parker, Chrissy for short.

"I'm coming, mom," Chrissy came running down the stairs in a pair of faded blue flare jeans, Sketchers, a light blue t-shirt and a light gray hoodie sweat shirt over it.

"I can't believe my daughter is going to Sky High," MJ smiled.

"I'm your only daughter and good-bye mom," Chrissy said as she walked toward the door, she was almost to the door when it was thrust open by her father, Peter Parker A.K.A. Spiderman.

"Oh good, I didn't miss you," Peter said.

"Yeah, I'm going. Don't follow me," Chrissy warned as she headed out the door and down the walkway to the sidewalk. She walked a block from her house and waited on one of the corners when an ordinary bus pulled up in front of her. Chrissy got on and the bus driver closed the doors.

"What's your name, freshmen?" He asked.

"Chrissy Parker," She said.

"Peter Parkers kid?" He asked, his eyes opened wide.

"Unfortunately," Sighing, she headed to the back to look for a seat.

"Over here," Chrissy looked over and saw a red headed girl smiling and pointing to the spot next to her. Smiling, Chrissy walked over and sat next to the girl.

"Hi, I'm Layla," the red head said.

"Hey, I'm Chrissy, nice to meet you," Chrissy said, Layla motioned to the seat across from them.

"That's Will and Zack," She introduced them.

"Nice to meet you guys too," Chrissy said before pulling out an old beat up copy of "To Kill a Mockingbird" and proceeded to read. Chrissy was too engrossed in her book to take notice of the fact that they had taken off and were flying. It wasn't until they landed that she looked up and saw that they had arrived on the floating campus of Sky High.

Chrissy put her book back into her backpack and followed the group of freshmen off the bus; they looked around the campus amazed at the sight. Over on the grass was a giant pyramid of cheerleaders.

"Hello, freshmen, don't be shy! Welcome, newbie's, to Sky High! Juniors, seniors, all the rest, we're back to school, Sky High's the best!" The pyramid shrunk down into a single cheerleader. "We're number one!" She cried, giving the air a spunky high kick.

Suddenly Chrissy and the rest of the freshmen were surrounded by a blur, she frowned and with a flick of her wrist Chrissy sent the blur gently back onto the steps, the other boy with black and white stripes on his arms smiled at Chrissy who just glared at him.

"All right guys, we'll take it from here," Chrissy looked over and saw a girl with brown hair and another girl, who just happened to be Chrissy's best friend walk over.

"Hello, everyone. I'm Gwen Grayson, your student body president and this is Angie Kent, your junior class president," Gwen introduced them. Angie smiled at the group of freshmen when her eyes stopped on Chrissy.

"Oh, good you made it," she said to Chrissy.



"Duh! If I didn't you would have gotten a phone call a few minutes ago," Chrissy smiled at her best friend.

"Oh, you two know each other?" Gwen asked.

"We're best friends," They said simultaneously, then laughed. Gwen smiled and began talking about the rules but Chrissy zoned her out, she looked around the campus when her eyes landed on a figure hunched over, a boy about her age was sitting on a retaining wall reading a book. The first word that popped into Chrissy mind was bad boy.

"...And if you follow those three simple rules," Gwen said. "I guarantee you won't fall off the edge of the school."

"What rules?" Will asked, Chrissy rolled her eyes and the freshmen followed the two up the stairs and into the school where they each got a name tag and then directed to the gym.

Chrissy heard a loud whoosh and a comet shot over their heads, it careened around the room before the ball of fire came to a stop by the podium and transformed into a stern looking woman.

"Good morning. I'm Principal Powers." The woman said. "On behalf of all the faculty and staff, welcome to Sky High. In a few minutes you will go through power placement, and your own heroic journey will begin,"

"Power placement?" Chrissy heard Will ask.

"Sound fascist," Layla said.

"Power placement, chapter nine, it's how they decide where you go," A boy named Ethan said.

"The hero track or the loser track," The girl whose name was Magenta said.

"They call it whatever they want but if you don't make hero, then you're a sidekick," Zach said.

"Uh, the preferred term is 'hero support,'" Ethan said.

"Good deeds and good luck let the adventure begin, comets away!" Principal Powers morphed back into a ball of fire and roared over the kids' heads and out of the room. The kids watched her go then turned to find a platform rising out of the floor with a man rising up with it.

"All right, listen up!" The big man said. "My name is coach Boomer. You may know me as Sonic Boom. You may not. Regardless, here's how power placement is going to work."

The coach pointed to the spot next to him. "You will step up here and give me your name and show me your power. And, yes, you will do it in front of the entire class. I will then decide where you will be assigned, hero or sidekick,"

Chrissy sighed and zoned the teacher out when she heard Angie talk in her mind.

'How's it goin''?'

'Okay I guess. A little guy just went up and turned into a huge rock dude!'

'Awesome!"

'Zach is up next... And he's not doing anything, okay,"

'Oh sad,'

'Oh well, he's a sidekick, next we have... Ethan... who melted, I better start paying attention,'

'Okay I should too! I'll see ya at lunch,'

For the next few hours Chrissy watched as student after student went up and got placed, 

Magenta went up and morphed into a guinea pig. "Sidekick," Boomer looked at his watch and sighed.

"We'll pick this up after lunch, starting with you," Boomer pointed to Will, Chrissy followed everyone out of the gym and into the cafeteria, since she had a bagged lunch she told the others she was going to find a table.

Chrissy found an open table and sat down, she had just pulled out her food and grabbed her book out, when she felt someone watching her. Casually she glanced around the cafeteria when her eyes landed on the guy she saw before school, he was watching her. Chrissy stared back at him before looking back down at her book.

"MARCO!" Chrissy smiled.

"POLO!"

"MARCO!"

"POLO!"

"MARCO!"

"POLO YOU IDIOT!" Chrissy turned around and saw Angie looking around for her, lifting her hand she waved and Angie made her way over, Angie smiled and hugged the younger girl.

"What's up dudette?" Chrissy asked as Angie sat next to her.

"Nothing much," Angie said.

'You know Warren Peace is staring at you?' Angie thought.

'Who's Warren Peace?'

'His mom is a hero, his dad is a villain,'

'Oh,'

"All right well I just came over to see how your day is going," Angie said.

"It's going fine, I'm getting placed after lunch," Chrissy smiled.

"Okay, well. Your friends are coming, call me after school," They hugged and Angie left just as Chrissy's new friends sat down.

"Am I crazy or is that guy staring at me?" Will asked motioning to Warren.

"Oh, man, dude," Zach said.

"What?" Will asked.

"That's Warren Peace," Zach said.

"That's Warren Peace?" Layla asked. "I've heard of him. Mom's a hero. Dads a villain, major issues," Layla said, Chrissy frowned and went back to reading her book. But she could still feel his eyes on her.

After lunch they threw away their trash and headed back to the gym when Will bumped into Warren. "Sorry," Will said quietly, Warren just glared at Will. He looked over at Chrissy who was looking at him, they stared at each other for a few seconds before she felt Layla grab her arm and pull her away. As they walked down the hall Chrissy could feel Warren's eyes on her.

Back in the gym coach Boomer called Will up onto the platform, Will walked up and just stood there for a few seconds when he leaned over and whispered something to the coach. "What do you 

mean you don't know what your power is?"

"He doesn't have his powers yet?" Chrissy leaned over and whispered to Layla.

"Nope," the red head sighed.

"Oh, I got ya. Messing with the coach. Just like your old man. CAR!" Suddenly the car started to fall from the ceiling; Chrissy lifted her hands and froze the car in mid air.

"Are you crazy? He just said he doesn't know what his powers are," Chrissy cried, Boomer looked over at her.

"Did you do that?" He asked.

"Yes, and I did this," With a flick of her wrist she sent the car flying to the other side of the gym.

"Impressive, hero," He said toward Chrissy, who blushed and smiled. Boomer turned back to Will. "So, you're a flier like your mom. Why didn't you say so,"

The coach pressed a button, and the floor under Will sprang up. Will went flying into the air and slammed into a wall, he fell to the floor and held the back of his head.

"Kid, stop messing around," Coach said.

"I don't have any powers," Will groaned. Coach Boomer crossed his arms, stunned.

"Stronghold: SIDEKICK!" Boomers voice thundered throughout the school. "Now, will one of you please escort Mr. Stronghold to the nurse's office? The rest of you may go to your last class," Boomer said before leaving the gym. Zach helped Will to the nurse's office while Chrissy and the rest of the freshmen headed for their elective classes.

'Ang, where's the painting room?'

'It's to the left if you're coming out of the gym,'

'Okay, then where?'

'5th door on your right,'

'Got it, I'll call you later tonight,' Chrissy walked into the room and saw that on one was there yet except for the teacher behind the desk, who's back was facing her.

"Um, hello?" Chrissy walked toward the desk, the teacher turned around and Chrissy smiled. "Mrs. Baribeau?"

"Chrissy?"

"Oh, my god, what are you doing here?" Mrs. Baribeau asked as she came out from behind the desk and enveloped Chrissy in a hug.

"I go here now;" She smiled and hugged the older woman back.

"Really? I never would have guessed," Mrs. Baribeau said, Chrissy smiled and looked around the room.

"So, where do I sit?" She asked, Mrs. Baribeau pulled out a seating chart and pointed her to the back row of tables, each were set for two people, and they would face each other.

"You sit in the seat by the window," Mrs. Baribeau pointed to the table by the window, Chrissy smiled and sat down in her seat just as several more people filtered in.

"Check the seating chart for your seat," Mrs. Baribeau said as she put the seating chart up on a 

projector. Chrissy pulled out her book and began to read again, she was too interested in her book to notice someone sit down across from her.

"Good afternoon, class. My name is Mrs. Baribeau and welcome to painting," Sighing, Chrissy put her book back into her bag and looked up at the teacher. "Some of you may know me," Mrs. Baribeau paused and looked at Chrissy, who smiled at her.

"Hiya, Mrs. B," Chrissy waved.

"Some of you may not, never the less we will have the whole school year to get to know each other. Now I'm handing out a packet that I need your parents or guardians to read through and sign," Chrissy sighed as Mrs. Baribeau came to her table and handed her and her tablemate a packet.

"Thanks Mrs. B," Chrissy smiled and started flipping through the packet. Suddenly, Chrissy felt a pair of eyes on her again; She frowned and slowly lifted her head. Her eyes instantly connected with the person sitting across from her. It was Warren Peace. Chrissy stared at him for a few seconds before looking back down at her packet.

'Angie! Warren Peace is looking at me again!'

'Aww, poor Chrissy,'

'Oh, shut up'

'Having fun in painting?'

'Yes, Mrs. Baribeau kick's butt!'

'Mrs. Baribeau? She's the art teacher?'

'Yeah, why?'

'Mr. Paulson's the yoga teacher!'

'No way! That's so cool. We should so go talk to him!'

'I know I had to do a doub...'

"Chrissy, Chrissy," She looked up and over at Mrs. B.

"I'm sorry, what?" She asked.

"I asked if you could read off rule number 7," Mrs. Baribeau asked.

"Uh, rule 7?" Chrissy asked as she started to flip franticly through the packet, when suddenly Warren leaned over with is and pointed to a spot on the page. Chrissy looked over and saw what he was pointing to.

"Rule 7: Fire is strictly prohibited in the art room, so no throwing fireballs," Chrissy checked the page number and flipped to the page. "You just like taking my fun away, don't you?"

"Good, now..." Mrs. Baribeau turned to another student, Chrissy looked up at Warren. He was still watching her.

"Thanks," She said before looking back at her packet, Warren pulled his packet back but didn't say anything to her. There was a knock at the door and the teacher opened it. In walked Angie.

"I have their class schedules; so I'm just gonna quickly hand them out," Mrs. Baribeau nodded and Angie started handing out the slips. "Here ya go geek,"

"Thanks nerd," Chrissy smiled and looked over her schedule, Angie finished passing them out and headed for the door.



"Bye Frick," Chrissy said.

"Bye Frack," The rest of the class flew by and soon it was time to leave, Chrissy packed up her things and headed for the door. "See ya tomorrow, Mrs. B,"

"See ya, Chrissy," She headed out the front doors and walked toward her bus, she was almost there when a long striped arm stopped her.

"Hey there," Chrissy looked over and saw the two boys from earlier that day.

"Can I help you?" She asked.

"Actually, we were wondering if you wanted to hang out with us," one of the boys said.

"Okay, one I don't even know who you too are, and two I wouldn't hang out with you if my life depended on it," Chrissy moved around the boys and got onto the bus, she walked to the back and sat down in an empty seat, as she looked out the window she saw the two boys. One of them was on fire, frowning she looked around and saw Warren getting onto a different bus.

'Ang, what power does Warren have?'

'He's a flamethrower, why?'

'No reason, I'll call ya later,' Chrissy smiled as Layla sat down next to her.

"What are you so happy about?" She asked.

"Nothing," Ron shut the door and they flew off, Chrissy got off at her stop and headed back down the street to her house. She walked in and headed upstairs to her room where she fell onto her bed and sighed.

"Chrissy? Are you home," Sighing, Chrissy stood up, grabbed the packet she got from art and headed back down stairs.

"Yeah, ma! What's up?" She asked, MJ looked at her daughter. "What?"

"Well?" MJ asked.

"Well, what?"

"What did you get?" MJ prodded.

"Hero," Chrissy said, MJ squealed and gave her daughter a hug.

"Oh, my baby's a hero! Oh, wait till your father hears!" MJ smiled, Chrissy rolled her eyes.

"Oh you need to sign this," MJ signed the page and Chrissy headed back upstairs. The rest of the day dragged by, Chrissy called Angie and they talked for a while. She had to take the bus for a few days so Ron could get used to her stop, she didn't mind. Chrissy liked talking with Layla and Will.