(A/N: Everything that happened in the movie happened except for the end: Violet doesn't wear the headband, she still wears black and gray, and she is still a loner/outcast.)

It's My Secret, I Can Lie If I Want To

Violet lied down on her stomach on her gray-ish silver eiderdown, lifting her eyes towards the ceiling, staring at it in a mesmerizing gaze. She had been in her room for hours, because she felt like being alone and away from all commotion. It was a Saturday. Almost a month had passed since her family had gone into the open, with their "disguises". Fighting crime. All Violet wanted, though, was to be normal. Her long, silky black hair fell over her violet eyes, caressing her cheek bone. She stood up and looked around her room, wondering what to do. She had already finished her homework. Lately, it had been becoming a lot easier, and she always finished it a lot quicker than she used to. She wondered if it signaled for anything unusual, but she decided it probably didn't. She was thirteen, after all.

She decided to run down the kitchen to get something to eat, but by the time she got down to the kitchen, she realized that she wasn't hungry. She ran back up to her room and paced back and forth, over and over again. When boredom struck, there was no winning. The weekend passed slowly, but it passed. It was a quiet weekend. People stayed inside; no one got hurt. There was no one to save: no one ran in front of cars, no one robbed banks, no one attempted homicide. That was unusual, because crime was usually high where the Parrs lived. Maybe they were scared away. But Violet Parr found that hard to believe.

Monday came and school was as usual: Violet hid in the shadows, her black hair covering her face. She sat near the back of the classroom, and went to the library instead of going to lunch. No one noticed her, because even when she wasn't using her powers, she was invisible. Most of the time, she didn't mind. From the outside, she observed the stupid cliché rules, and hated them. Most people denied them but followed them like slaves, robots. They were hypnotized, brainwashed. And Violet Parr had moved from place to place long enough to know that every school had the invisible rules. Violet refused to follow them; she refused to be hypnotized, even if that meant she had to be a loner…even if it meant she couldn't have friends. Because what "friends" meant, nowadays, she didn't want it. She didn't want a two-faced friend; a friend who wears a façade every day and consciously changes herself to "fit in". Sure, Violet did want to be normal, but she didn't want to be a two-faced bitch that cared more about appearances and reputations than anything else. No, Violet Parr didn't want that at all.

When she got home from school, she accidentally heard her parents talking about her. She didn't mean to stay and listen, but she couldn't pull herself away.

"We have to tell her eventually. You know she'll find out soon enough on her own."

"I thought we could hide it. But I guess we were wrong. It turns out she is different from us, after all."

"How would you know that?"

"It's only a matter of time, Bob."

Violet stopped listening. What were they keeping from her? What secret about her did they decide not to tell her? Violet thought she had the right to know. She decided to wait and see if her parents would tell her. Days and days turned into weeks and weeks, and they still hadn't told her.

While she was walking home from school, she saw a man tackling someone, a knife in his hands. He had long, rough dark hair and a tough-looking face. Out of instinct, Violet quickly put her costume and mask on and ran over to the fighting scene to interfere. She started to use her force field to force the knife out of the attacker's hands, but the force-field didn't stop the attacker. It only made the attacker angry. So Violet did what anyone would do, out of instinct. She started kicking the man, hard. She didn't expect the man to fall over, unconscious. She didn't expect that at all. She wasn't that strong. The man must have been on drugs, or something, and already weak. But something wouldn't let Violet dismiss it like that. Violet walked over to the person the man had been attacking. "Are you alright?" she asked.

"I am now," he said, struggling to pick himself off the ground. The victim had long, wild bleached blond hair and a slim, muscular, wiry body. He looked strong; how could the attacker have overcome him like that? Violet realized that the attacker must have been really, really strong. Violet looked into the victim's scary blue eyes. Something about them wouldn't let her pull away.

"That was some kick," the boy said, finally standing up. There was a huge gash in his arm.

"Oh, it was nothing," Violet said modestly. Then she looked down and realized the attacker was still lying there, unconscious. She looked down and saw blood inundating his body, streaming out of his side. Violet bent down, and she realized that the attacker was not unconscious. He was dead.

"I don't think it was nothing," the boy said, holding onto his arm tightly, in pain. After a while, he said, "If you hadn't have came to my rescue, I'd probably dead right now. The knife, it was about to go into my chest, but then somehow it reflected and stabbed into my arm instead."

Violet looked around, and realized that the attacker wasn't alone. There were two more, that looked almost exactly like him. They had the same long, tangly hair; they had the same rough-looking faces. Violet realized that they also had silver eyes. With out thinking, Violet grabbed rope from her backpack and tied the two villains together, put them by the fallen enemy, and called the cops. As soon as they got there and the boy was safe, Violet became invisible and snuck away from the situation, so there would be as less media coverage as possible. Violet always did the right thing and saved people when people needed to be saved, but she didn't like the publicity. In fact, she hated the publicity.

When she got home, she decided to dismiss the fact that she was able to take the three villains down single-handedly. She decided to dismiss her kick as just adrenaline. Deep down, she knew it probably wasn't, but she didn't want to think about it.

The next day in school, there was a new kid. Shocker, shocker: it was the boy she had saved. It was a good thing, Violet thought, that she had been wearing a mask that covered her eyes, because Violet didn't want the whole school finding out her secret. She didn't even want the new kid to find out her secret. It was her secret, after all, and she could lie if she wanted to. During lunch, she made herself invisible and decided to spy on the stupid cliché nonsense. Every once in a while, she did this. It was amusing in a parody-ish way, watching the stupidity. Sometimes, Violet found it hard to believe how stupid they were.

She watched the bitch-queens talk about make-up and their plans to hurt the weak, stuff like that. Stuff they said every day. Usually, they just talked about how much of a loser everyone that wasn't in their group were, their plans for the night, boys they liked, and stuff like that. Nothing unusual, for the bitch-queens. That was what Violet referred to them as. Sometimes, she changed it around a bit and called them the bitch-witches. Or you could call them what they were: cheerleaders, pom-poms, people who talked in really high voices and laughed at people who didn't, people who didn't care about their grades and laughed at people who did, people who wear tight, stereotypical outfits and laughed at people who didn't conform….the list could go one forever and ever. It probably wouldn't even fit on a piece of paper that fit perfectly in between Earth and Mars. But Violet decided to stop there. Because this time, Violet noticed that they were talking about something different: the new kid. Violet wondered what they were saying, but she decided she didn't want to find out. At least, not now. Because it was one of two things, if they were bothering to talk about him at all: either they saw him as someone really hot and popular and a must-have, or they saw him as a weird crazy freak. . Because for the bitch-witches, there was no in-between. There were only extremes. And Violet knew that she fit into the freak category…the invisible category….the loner category.

Violet sighed, and stopped listening. She didn't want to find out what category the new kid fit into yet, because she didn't like the rules. She purposely defied them, and really, she felt like she didn't fit in any category.

As days passed, though, it became obvious that the new kid was not one of the populars. He didn't act like a freak, either. Well, at least not by Violet's standards. She began to notice him more and more. He usually wore shorts and a T-shirt, even though it was January. Violet realized that he didn't even wear shoes. Yeah, by the school's unseen rules, he was probably a freak; a weirdo. But Violet wasn't too sure.

About a week after the last incident happened, something else happened. During gym class, everything was becoming easier and easier, just like her homework had been. The students were asked to climb the rope, which she usually hated. Something told her it would be easier this time, but she was wrong. Way wrong. Because when she started climbing the rope, she started to feel dizzy. Suddenly, she saw skeletons. Skeletons. She realized that they were the skeletons of her classmates. Violet panicked, wondering what was happening to her. People couldn't just see through solid objects like that. She crashed to the ground, but when she fell, it didn't even hurt. She lay there, curled up in a ball, afraid of herself, wondering what happened. The teacher asked her if she was alright, and she said yes and slowly stood up, and the teacher said that she failed the assignment. It was so unfair.

After school that day, she was hiding in the bushes, purposely outside of the crowd, far away from everybody else. She panicked when she saw someone walking towards her, and she became invisible. As he came closer she realized it was the new kid. He was tall, with bleached blond hair and a wiry body, like she had described before. And his eyes were amazing, mesmerizable. Stop it, Violet thought to herself, but she couldn't help it. She saw two of the jocks and one of the bitch-witches corner the new kid. They started taunting him. The bitch-witch poured a red smoothie on his bare feet and said in her creepy high voice, "Oops, did I spill that?" She laughed, walking away. The jocks stood there, taunting him, mimicking him, and then, out of the clear blue, he punched one of the jocks, hard. Then he ran. He was fast. No where near as fast as her brother, but fast, all the same. Not "super" fast, of course. But, Violet mused, he was probably one of the fastest non-supers alive.

Once he was out of sight, Violet walked home, thinking about what has been happening the past few weeks, and wondering if it had anything to do with the secret her parents weren't telling her.

It was her secret; she had the right to know.