Sorry we've been away so long. We have our reasons - which we do not wish to share publicly so sorry but it isn't happening.
Anyway! New Story!
Disclaimer: We don't own Sky High... if we did we would have rented it out by now.
"Sarah you are more important to me than life itself. I live only to kiss the very Earth you walk upon!"
Sarah blushed deeply, such a display of affection from Mr Darcy was practically unheard of.
"You are the star in who's glorious light I wish to bathe eternally!"
Well that made less sense, and sounded kind of dirty, but nonetheless it was extremely flattering.
"I will not rest until I have persuaded your father to...."
Beep! Beep! Beep!
"... and we shall...."
Beep! Beep! Beep!
"...it will be a most glorious affair with...."
Beep! Beep! Beep!
Sarah lifted her hand and smashed it down on her alarm clock. She rolled over and snuggled deep into her blankets, attempting to return to Fitzwilliam and his more than flattering declarations of love.
"I was worried you weren't going to return my love I don't know what..."
Sarah sat bolt upright in bed at the sound of hysterical laughter. Her little brother stood by the door frame chewing on his piece of toast. The green of his new uniform was hardly flattering.
"Mr Darcy? Are you kidding?"
Her face flushed, picking up a pillow she leaped from her bed in an attempt to get to the little bastard before he ran away. Tangled up in the bedsheets, a result of her nightly escapade with her dream lover, she tripped over the side of her bed. This succeeded in causing only more laughter and Mike to run away before she could get him.
She wanted to kill him. And she would, she would just have to be patient. She would bide her time, and then when he least expected it. She would strike!
The thought made her feel a little better as she disentangled herself and walked into the hallway. Grabbing a towel from the hallway cupboard on the way, she walked into the bathroom and locked the door. She smiled to herself, the numerous ways she could extract her revenge on Mike filling her head as she undressed, and stepped into the shower. She was starting a new school. New house, meant new school. Sarah wasn't looking forward to it, she had friends back in Maine. She belonged to clubs, had discount cards to all the shops, and a job.
Her mother had got a new job, more money, bigger house. So they had moved, it was supposed to be an adventure.
She got out and toweled off, wrapped it around herself, and began walking back to her room. Mike was standing in the middle of the hallway.
"Sooooo... you're a Mr Darcy girl then? I always figured you were kind of a rugged, dangerous type girl." He was laughing again.
She was going to kill him. With. Her. Bare. Hands.
He was smart and ran.
After getting back to her room she decided on not dressing up too much for her first day. She picked out a white t-shirt, and blue jeans, and pulled on a purple pair of converse shoes. Then, after putting her hair up into a ponytail, she ran downstairs and into the kitchen.
"Morning sweetie, I made waffles. Your brother didn't want any so there are plenty."
She grinned, taking six waffles and sat at the kitchen table, then proceeded to drown them in maple syrup.
Mike appeared again, "God Sarah. You want some waffles with your syrup?"
She poked her tongue out at him, while her mother hid a smile.
"You better go soon sweetie, you'll miss your bus. And you can take some money out of my purse for lunch. I know how you kids like to buy your food to look 'cool'." She did the air quotes. Well, that was embarrassing.
She grabbed her bag, took another waffle for the road, and kissed her mother on the cheek, and left.
Walking down the street, she smiled to herself. She had to admit, even with all its flaws, the town was still pretty beautiful. It had a kind of fifties feel to it, and she was quickly falling in love with that quality.
She hastened her walk to her bus stop, it was pulling around the corner. She ran the last couple of steps and got on behind a guy who was insanely well built. He was probably a football player.
"Name and powers?"
"Drew Andrews", she tried not to laugh. After all the guy could probably pound her into the pavement, "thermokinesis."
He walked to the back of the bus, and the driver then turned to face Sarah.
"Name and powers?"
The guy was probably a little bored, or alternatively a complete freak. Either way, if Drew Drew's could play along so could she.
"Sarah Welsh," she posed like a Charlie's Angel, "my power is complete awesomeness."
One of the other kids laughed, and she flushed.
"Just sit down kid."
She walked to the back of the bus and sat down.
She pulled out her i-Pod, seeing as there were only about four people on the bus, and she figured she would have to wait a while before they got to the school.
Twenty minutes later, much to her annoyance, everyone was officially on the bus. And then it happened, seat belts shot out, strapped her in and the bus took off. And flew. Naturally Sarah did what any sane person would do in this situation, scream like a little girl, and hang on for dear life.
When the bus finally stopped, she practically ran off of the bus, and looked around. She was in the sky. The school was floating.
She hadn't seen a picture of Saint Peter's School for girls, but she was pretty sure it didn't fly.
She'd gotten on the wrong bus.
Well that was part 1 of our story we hope you enjoyed it.
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