[Author's Note: Ok, so this is my first story I'm putting on here. I'd really love it if you could tell me what you think of it. Thanks!]

Disclaimer: I don't own Sky High, or Warren Peace, or The Covenant, or Caleb Danvers. I only own the characters I created.

Chapter One::

"Dad. Come on! You're being ridiculous." I told him.

He looked me square in the eye. "You will not go to ANY organization that has to do with that boy." He told me.

"You will deny me school because he goes there? SO WHAT?" I yelled. I wanted to get my point across. And these days it seemed like the only way I could tell him what was going on.

"I will avoid him at all costs. I won't even give him a greeting. I'll start a fight with him if you want! However, I will not let you tell me which school I will, or will not go to."

He glared hard at him. "You are the spitting image of your mother." He said, a harsh tone to his voice.

"Good." I said with a smirk. "In that case, I'll be leaving." I picked up my backpack and walked down the stairs, and shut the front door behind me. Perfect timing. The bus just pulled up. I smiled.

I didn't share a bus stop with anyone because we were outside the city limits. Super heroes, active or not, liked to stay within the confines of the city to keep up with who's who and what's going on.

I had begged my dad to move out of the city only a few miles. Being in the middle of nothing was peaceful.

The bus driver looked at me oddly when he opened the door. My dark brown hair was dyed blue at the tips. I wore black shirt with red lettering randomly placed, town blue jeans, and a shin length trench coat.

"Name, freshmen?" He asked.

"I'm a Sophomore. And Name's Sofie Danvers." I said, flatly.

"You aren't a Sophomore." He claimed, looking over a list.

I rolled my eyes. "Ever heard of the word 'transfer'?" I asked, walking down the rows of seats until I found one in the very back.

It was empty, so I sat down sideways and watched the forest landscape. I dug my MP3 player out of my backpack and put the ear buds in.

Soon we came into the city and we had to stop at several of the secret bus stops along the way. My stop was one of the firsts.

But when we came to a stop near an apartment building, I gave the eye to the bus driver. The doors were about to close when a guy about 17 or 18 walked out of the building, heading for the bus.

His face was hidden by a blanket of black and red hair. And I knew, without a doubt, who he was. He climbed the bus and didn't look anyone in the eye, least of all not me.

He sat a few rows in front of me (seeing as I was in the back), putting in his ear buds and turning his music on. I would know. I could hear it over my music and the noise of the bus.

"How annoying." I mumbled. We continued on until the bus was full.

"You might wanna sit up." A girl with red hair said to me. I looked at her for a moment, but did as she said.

After a few minutes of driving, the bus headed for an 'out of order' bridge that just happened to be missing the last half.

I watched as straps came out of the leather seats and criss-crossed my chest and the bus fell off the bridge. The red head turned to see how I reacted.

I smiled. I loved the feeling of falling.

No, not flying.

Falling. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back.

Then I was jerked forward as the buses wings came out and we took off.

Interesting. I thought as the bus landed on the pavement section of the floating island.

The bus landed abruptly and everyone rushed to get off. I hung back, as being in the back of the bus, it was going to be hard to get off first. I stuffed my MP3 player in my backpack.

"You took that rather well." The red head hippie said as I made my way past her.

I nodded thanks in return. I wasn't much of one for talking. It just bored me.

"She could be Warren's sister." A said a voice from behind me.

"Shut up, Zach." Said the red head.

I lost their conversation as I got to solid ground.

I saw the group of Freshmen crowding near each other. I shook my head. I briskly walked past them all and quickly found the gym.

"About time for the Freshmen." Boomer yelled, rising up on a platform.

"Sorry to disappoint." I said.

He sighed. "Not you again." He said.

I nodded.

Those gym shorts really should be outlawed or something. I was getting a headache.

He seemed to pull a clipboard out of no where. I dropped my backpack on the hardwood floor and climbed the platform. "Let's see what ya got, Goth girl."

I glared at him for a moment, then closed my eyes. I felt the small electricity build around the static cling of his clothes.

I opened my eyes and everything was black to me, except the electricity I saw coming off his body.

That was blue.

I raised my hand and all the small electric currents around him made him rise into the air.

Then I shocked him and set him back down. I closed my eyes and powered down.

"How's that?" I said, shaking my head to relieve the tension.

I smiled at Boomer. His hair was poking out at ends underneath his cap. He glared at me.

"Side kick." His booming voice made me take a step forward so I didn't get blown off the platform.

I felt the electricity tickling over my palms. I raised my hand up and turned him upside, making him drop his clip board. I made him hover in the air until he got to the ceiling.

Then, at that point, I hung him by his socks on the basket ball hoop, upside down. I smiled, powering down again.

"See ya, boom butt." I laughed, jumping off the platform and landing near my backpack.

"DANVERS! GET BACK HERE!" His voice blasted across the room.

"Nah, but I'm sure Medulla would love to help you down." I called, walking out, just as the Freshmen came in.

"What happened to Boomer?" Someone asked.

I continued to my class as instructed. Boomer wouldn't change his mind, but I could still have some fun with him.

The teacher raised an eyebrow when I came in. "Oh, you must be the transfer then." He said, standing up and walking over to me.

He shook my hand and turned me towards the class.

"Class, this is Sofie Danvers. Welcome her to Hero Support." Mr. Boy said.

The class, however, said nothing.

"Well, please take a seat next to Mr. Braun."

Great. Glow stick boy. I could see him from a mile off.

"Hell-o." He said, dragging it out.

I nodded to him, sitting down.

"You don't look like a Freshmen." He said.

"That's 'cause I'm not?" I offered, turning my attention to Mr. Boy.

"Now, class, as you know. None of us are 'Side Kicks.' " He said, even using quotation marks with his fingers.

"We're Hero Support!" He said with fake enthusiasm, pointing to the black board.

Maybe coming to this school was a bad idea…