Okay, so this is my first (ever) posting to So I'm probably doing something wrong.
Anyways, I don't own Sky High. In any way, shape, or form. So please don't sue me.
I do, on the own hand, own the characters that I have personally created in this fanfiction, so don't use them somewhere else.
Also, a couple of notes about the story and text:
I'm sorry, but I'm going to college next week. I won't update that much. I know this. Because I hardly write anything in the first place.
Also, I'm am adament about good writing and grammar; however, I wrote most of this chapter in Diary form, so it kind of rambles. I'm sorry for being a hypocrite.
I probably mis-spelled that. But, oh well.
One more note: This story WILL contain SLASH MATERIAL. Yaoi, gay, whatever you call it; leave me alone if you don't like it. Just don't read it, okay?
Now, the actual first chapter.

Chapter One: A Prologue, of Sorts.

Okay.

So this is my story. Sort of.

Currently, it's kind of like a journal… to my life. But that's because I'm actually writing this in a journal.

But not. Maybe.

Whatever.

So, anyways, enough with the vague-ness and lack of formal structure.

My name is Gabriel. I'm seventeen years old, and am about to be a junior in high school.

And today is my first day of school at Sky High.

I know, right? I guess I'm kind of like a transfer student, except I didn't know I had super powers until a month or so ago.

This was shocking enough.

But then I learn, lo and behold, that I also have to change high schools.

What an upheaval to my normal, amazing teenage life.

But not.

Double, nay, triple merde!

Please keep in mind, that I don't speak French.

This is obviously a blow to me.

Not the French; the changing high school thing.

Anyways, it's going to be weird. I'm going to a new high school, leaving my "amazing" public high school. All my "friends" and so on.

In reality, I had a lot of friends in junior high, but they all disappeared.

Not literally, but… you know? They moved, or changed schools, and so on.

So yeah.

High School already blew.

On the upside, Sky High has amazing elective classes (besides those oriented on super powers, obviously). Their Literature classes kick public school's asses. Hardcore.

Plus, they give music lessons.

Score!

Anyways, I'm rambling, and not writing down things that are important.

What's important, anyways? This is my journal! I can write about my feelings, or whatever. Like:

Dear Dairy… Diary,

Today… I am upset.

Why, you ask?

Well, probably because I'm going to a new high school, full of people I don't know, and my powers are… "awesome."

Except not.

See, I can create these weird energy bracelets around my wrists, and then they transform into shit. Like, when I first "powered up," the right bracelet turned into a toothbrush and the left into a hairbrush.

Then again, I had just woken up, and was attempting to make myself look presentable, which is hard enough as it is.

And I haven't really had a chance to test these powers out, seeing as I was trying to keep them a secret from la famila.

Okay, so I'm deviating again. So first, I'll explain about the "awesome" part of my powers.

Then some info about me.

And then some info on "la famila."

Anyways, you wonder why my powers are "awesome," right? I mean, it is cool. It can be useful in both normal situations and combat situations, whether I need them for defensive measures or offensive. This is, of course, assuming that I can turn them into things other than brushes. But I'm pretty sure I can, 'cause Christopher—wait, still on my power section; Christopher can wait.

Anyways, the demise of my situation:

The energy that I create… isn't quite invisible. Nor is it clear, or one solid color.

It's… kind of…

Well, it's fucking rainbow colored.

…

Yes, feel free to take a few moments to let the information settle.

I'm going to a new school (a new high school full of super-teens, mind you) where my super powers are going to make me look like a flaming homo.

Which is both ironic and convenient, because I am.

A flaming homo, I mean.

But, that is not le point.

Le point, is: Who wants to be so obviously branded when they are just changing high schools?

No one, that's who.

I mean, I was already dealing with fucking ignorant assholes at my normal high school…

So yeah, Sky High is going to be amazing, no?

Anyways, new section: me!

I can tell you're excited, beyond excited; nay, beyond ready to hear about moi!

…

Maybe.

So… like I said before: I'm Gabriel, the seventeen year old rainbow boy!

And, after that amazing image, here's some more!

I'm five feet and… nine or ten inches tall. I'm not quite sure.

I have long brown hair that I always pull into a ponytail, or, when I'm bored, I braid.

But, when it's down, it reaches my shoulder blades.

It has some blond in there; mostly natural, though I had highlights put in at the beginning of the summer… before my powers showed up.

I always call myself fat, but I weigh about one hundred and sixty five pounds. And that's after I lost twenty some-odd pounds over the summer. Anyways, it's not important. I still have a gut(ish), no abs, and flabby thighs.

And stretch marks.

I obviously have issues, right Diary?

Anyways, I don't know really what else to write about me.

I have issues concerning my self-esteem? And mostly I am a pessimistic cynical bastard, though I harbor deeply down inside an optimistic romantic? I have a strange sense of humor and a need to always be sarcastic?

Yeah, I could write that.

Anyways, another new section: my family!

I've already mentioned my twin brother Christopher, so I'll start with him.

So yeah, he's my twin and is therefore also seventeen years old.

…

That's pretty much where the resemblance ends.

He's a couple of inches taller than me and is much fitter, as he plays more sports and things. He has short brown hair. We both have brown eyes.

Also, he's straight; and a total flirt.

Girls, be wary!

Anyways, I guess he has the same powers as me, except his energy is black, with dark blue in there too.

Anyways, I said earlier that I was trying to keep my powers a secret, right? Well, that's because I couldn't really control them. I could only power up every few times I tried, and then it was hard to get the energy to form any shapes at all, let alone a hairbrush.

I don't know how I powered up when I was asleep, and then managed to sleepily create brushes.

Anyways, Christopher told le parents about his powers, which was a great opening for me to tell also (not). Anyways, he demonstrated his powers (which he seems to have perfect control over) by clapping both hands together and using both wristbands to make a GIANT ASS sword.

Like, seriously.

GIANT.

Anyway, my parents (neither of whom are super heroes) got a call the next day from Sky High. I still don't know how they found out.

But whatever.

So yeah, that's my twin. In a nutshell.

And I have an older brother, but he's off in college. And, as far as I can tell, which isn't far, believe me, he doesn't have any blossomingly late super powers coming up.

Then… my parents.

My dad is a lawyer and he makes good money, allowing my mom to be a housewife, of sorts. My dad is awesome, in a stern, lawyer way. He is a big flirt and a social butterfly, very similar to my older brother Adam. Dad is hardcore supportive about everything, but it's kind of hard to connect with him sometimes. I get along better with girls.

Which leads to my mom.

She's slightly more conservative than my dad (and much more Catholic), but is equally supportive. Of course, everyone in my immediate family knows I'm gay, though only a few of my aunts, uncles, and cousins know.

Anyways, my mom and I have a great relationship. And she was an occupational therapist, but now she stays at home.

So… that's my life, in a nut shell.

Not really… but my wrist is cramping like a loon in loon-land, i.e., A LOT.

So, this is going to be the end of my amazing fabulous first entry. I can tell that you are THRILLED SILENT for my next installment.

…

Maybe I'll actually have something to talk about in regards to my new school.

…

This, of course, is dependant on me surviving my first day.

"Gabriel! Quit hiding in your room, or we're going to be late to our first day!" Christopher yelled from his room.

"I'm coming!" Gabriel yelled back. He stood up from his desk, and closed his journal.

Yeah, that was the first chapter.
Like I said, it rambles.
I have a plot outline in my mind (sort of), but mostly I'm just going with the flow, yo.
Now, I don't know how the review thing works (I've had a Fanfic account for like, 2 days, and this is the first story I'm posting).
So... Review? I guess?