Just an idea that's been on my mind.

I don't own Sky High.

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It wasn't that I didn't like flying metal deathtraps, but nothing, and I mean nothing, was getting me in a good mood today, not even roller-coaster-like bus rides. And, nothing will ever make me like my new school or the fact that I was headed there. Nothing.

God, I hate my crappy-ass life.

Super school, really? I'm a super? That's crazy. I'm just the funny girl with weird friends, how could I be a super?

Sky High. I always knew I wasn't normal, but hell, this is insane.

If it wasn't for my temper I wouldn't be on a stupid flying bus headed to nowhere in the middle of the freaking sky. Stupid powers, stupid Anderson. This was all his fault; if he wouldn't have pissed me off, I would still be going to a normal school with a normal life and joking in the hallway with my friends. But no, I'm a super going to super school.

God hates me, he really does.

My music on my MP3 player isn't loud enough to drown out the freshman's screams as we're launched off the bridge. I'm not worried since I knew this was coming. Powers had made it very clear that she wanted to blend me into the junior class seamlessly, thus I had been to the school before. Not often were there supers with my caliber of powers. Damn, I am a freak among freaks.

"There are only seven or so students in the student body that exhibit your degree of power, Charlotte. You'll make a fine hero someday. You'll make fine hero, indeed."

That is not going to happen; I will tell you that. The only reason I am going to this freaking school is to get the police off my back. Honestly, I had not meant to send the kid to the insane asylum. It is not my fault I have freaky powers and Anderson has a weak state of mind.

We landed and I waited for the entire freshman to hustle off the bus before strolling down the aisle and into hell itself.

Dante himself wouldn't have been prepared for Sky High. Talk about culture shock, and they said Europe was bad, try super school.

Flying kids, gossiping girls, people that can shoot lasers out of their eyes, laughing, smiling, sun, and cheer, talk about crazy. Yeah, just like any school anywhere. This was like the set of a bad sci-fi movie, the kind my brother used to make me watch when I was little.

I glared at the offensiveness of it all, the sunshine, the students. Why couldn't I just be normal? Was that too much to ask for?

"WELCOME TO SKY HIGH!" shouted a group of overly cheerful girls. Overly cheerful because it was 7:45 in the morning and this was probably the worst day of my entire life. I took their message as a yes. Being normal was far too much to ever ask for.

I scowled a very unattractive scowl and glared at the building. I shoved forward, pass all the freshman being introduced and up the stairs of my worst nightmare.

I found my locker easily enough and after three tries, because I kept putting in my old combination for my old locker -a locker that was maroon and not white, set into the wall instead of jutting out, comforting instead of intimidating- , I finally got it open. People were staring, because it was obvious, in a painful way, that I was new. And if I was new, I should be a freshman, therefore I should be in Power Placement -or so I had been told by three passing people, all of who I glared at- which I wasn't. I was also in the Hero class section of lockers causing quite the stir of gossip and quite the crowd.

I could feel my temper growing as more people stopped to stare. I could feel their fear pressing in around me as my less controlled side prepared for a fight. A very violent fight, because my temper was like gasoline to a fire.

Fear of embarrassment, fear of death, fear of blood, fear of losing powers, fear of fighting, fear of the future, fear of living up to a parents image, they were all there and all suffocating me in their hold.

I clenched my teeth together and was just about to spin around when a premonition crashed across my vision, just two simple pictures, and two options for me to take. I chose the less violent of the two options and shoulder my backpack and headed off to class, a map and class schedule in my hand.

I didn't need the map since I knew the layout of Sky High pretty well by now, having taken classes here over the summer so that I 'wouldn't be behind come fall', but it was nice to have something to look at other than the confused and gossiping faces of my fellow classmates.

'Wouldn't be behind come fall' had been my mother's idea and exact words, though I suspected it was just a way to get her freaky daughter out of the house so that she could pretend to have a normal life with her new husband.

I slipped into the Mad Science room and was greeted in an obnoxiously cheerful way. It was a surprise I could hear it above my blasting music.

"Good Morning, Miss Nelson." Medulla smiled at me, his rather large head shining, almost as if he had buffed it since the last time I had saw him. I turned down my music to speak -at a normal volume, instead yelling, which tends to happen when I talk with my music on- and because the classroom was extremely quite and the runoff from my cheap headphones was extremely loud.

"Morning, Mr. Medulla." I said, because this morning was in no way 'good' and I refused to pretend that it was.

He seemed to realize this and didn't offer anything else as I took my seat in the back. As I dug around for my tattered and worn book from my backpack, he spoke again.

"I'm going to the teacher's lounge, I trust that you won't cause any mischief while I'm gone." his tone was awkward, as if he didn't want to stay here any longer. Well, that makes two of us.

I nodded and he left quickly.

When he was out of the room I cranked up my music and lost myself in my book hoping that when I looked up from the slightly yellowed pages that I would be back at Maxville High sitting next to my best friend instead of being stuck in the middle of hell.

Sadly, I was just setting myself up to be burned


(A/N: What do you think? An angst ridden girl who doesn't want to have powers. And they're some pretty bad-ass powers at that. Premonition and Fear? So cool. So how will miss angsty-pants react to Peace? Will sparks fly, or flames?)