I have been reading ALOT of sky high stories, and even though most are poorly written (No offence to those who write them, you still rock!!) I have decided if I don't write one myself, I'll most likely explode. So I only own the stuff that wasn't in the epic yet slightly cheesy movie "Sky High", just the OCs and stuff. Now in the wise words of Aqualad, SUFFERING SARDINES, Aquaman!! Lets get this fic started!! :-{D
Ryo's Pov
遼. That's my name. My mom gave it to me on purpose, she did it because of her own career. I suppose I should thank her, it describes me well. My name is Ryo Sato. I am the daughter of Yue Sato, better known as the dreaded Nightlight. Yeah, my mom is a cold hearted, ruthless supervillain with a rather lame name, if you'll excuse the rhyme. She's not that creative. My dad is really normal, his name is Tony Sato, he works at an office doing who-knows-what in a cubical all day, and he's a heck of a better parent than mom. She was arrested for attempted murder on a boy about my age when I was 6, and apparently it was someone important because she's been stuck in jail for nine years. Good riddance. She never cared about me, too busy killing first-graders to pay attention to her own daughter. Jerk. Let me start over, this is suppose to be were you meet me, not just my family problems. Alright, Hi. My name is Ryo Sato (Duh). I am a 15 year-old, Japanese American with butt-kicking superpowers. Since mommy dearest was arrested, I've tried my best to steer clear of people. Why, you ask? Its because it's painful. It's painful to see all their happy faces, all of them. Most of them have good lives, an experience I have never had. Since I was 6 years old, I've let my name become my life. Ryo. It means distant. It's a name given to me by my mother, and she couldn't have been more right.
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"Ryo! Get up, the bus will arrive in an hour!" Dad shouted at me from downstairs, most likely wearing a tie.
"Mrmph!" I cleverly responded, sitting up on my epic purple bed.
The last thing I wanted to do was start my first year at Sky High that morning, but I knew I had to get up. I stood and groggily went to the bathroom connected to my room, and looked in the mirror. Ick. I took a three minute shower and dried off in record time. Then I attacked my long black hair with a comb, and made a break for my closet and put on a purple skirt, black leggings, my flipping awesome dark green tee-shirt that says "My other shirt is a snuggie" on it, a grey jacket, purple converse, and my favorite blue and white baseball hat that says "President of the awesome club" in red and blue letters as fast as possible. Then I ran downstairs at full speed. Why was I in such a hurry? Um, duh. I had to have the last of the remaining muffins from the week before before dad finished them off. Sad but true.
"Morning Dad." I sat down beside him and grabbed a muffin.
"Dad?" He asked me, raising a sandy blond eyebrow.
I rolled my eyes.
"Otou-san."
"That's better." He smiled.
I rolled my eyes again. Dad is obsessed with making me partake in my Japanese culture, don't ask me why.
As I finished my muffin, I looked at the clock on the wall. Crud monkeys. The bus was due any minute. I grabbed my grey and black back-pack, kissed my dad on the cheek, and scurried out the door.
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Only two other people were at the bus stop. A red haired girl, and a boy in red, white, and blue. The red head appeared to be monopolizing their conversation, and the other dude stared into space. Funny, I've lived on the same street as them my whole life and I don't know their names. That's what I get for letting a name rule my life. Red head smiled at me.
"Hi!" She greeted me enthusiastically. "I'm Layla. Is this your first year at Sky High?"
"Yes."
"Really? That's great! What's your name?"
I cringed inwardly and looked at my feet.
"Ryo Sato."
Layla's grin didn't disappear as I thought it would.
"Nice to meet you."
Ignorance is bliss.
Red-white-&-blue boy didn't appear to be paying attention, and I really didn't care. Layla nudged him in the ribs with a green covered ellbow.
"Hm, what?" He looked slightly confused, then he noticed me. "Oh, hi. I'm Will, Will Stronghold."
Stronghold. Oh poop. Most people in the hero community know each other's alter egos, and I know for a fact that Josie and Steve Stronghold are really world famous heros, Commander and Jetstream. Jetstream is the hero that busted my mom. I really don't care about that, if anything I'm thankful she arrested my mom. But I doubt Will's parents will want him to interact with me, the child of a super villain who went koo-koo in the cocoanut and began trying to kill random little kids. I doubt even more that mom would want me to even look in Will's direction. My life is messed up.
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Will's Pov
I was spacing out at the bus stop, attempting to pay attention to Layla. It wasn't working, I wasn't listening to a word she said. Someone elbowed me in the ribs.
"Hm, what?" I looked up to see a petite Asian girl with a cool hat had joined us. Her Black hair reached her waist and her two light brown bangs shaped her face into a heart.
"Oh, hi." I said dumbly. "I'm Will, Will Stronghold."
I saw her take a sharp breath. What did I do?
"Ryo Sato." She muttered, looking at her feet.
Sato, Sato. I felt like I've heard the name before, like I've read it, or saw it on tv, or listened to a boring story about it. Oh, wait! That's the one. Mom was ranting about pretty much every villain she ever faced and their alter egos to match. Yue Sato, (Nightlight) arrested for trying to kill a bunch of super powered kids so they wouldn't be a threat in the future. I guess that's Ryo's mom. Awkward. This should be an interesting year.
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