Disclaimer: I do not own any of the ideas or characters from Sky High or from Stephenie Meyer's Twilight novel series.
The bus ride up was less interesting after that. I pulled out my book and started to read again. It wasn't even interesting when the bus drove off a bridge and we free fell for five seconds and the freshmen screamed like maniacs.
When the bus landed at school, I was one of the first off the bus. I pulled my hood over my head and walked onto the floating school.
It wasn't that different from any of the other schools that I had been to. There were students, teachers, administration staff. Outside there was stairs and banners proclaiming "Welcome" to all of the new students.
The only thing that was different was that we were surounded by clouds. And that kids flew to school. And outwardly showed off their powers. All of the previous schools I had been to were public, normal people schools. I could never show off my powers to anyone. I had to keep them hidden at all times. If anyone found out that I had powers that could pose a potential threat to them, I would have been shipped off to the nearest government research facility.
That's another reason why I moved here. People with super powers are accepted. Although it may not be wise to share the fact that you have powers to EVERYONE, but heroes that are seen around here aren't shied away from.
I walked towards the front doors. There were students of all different races showing off their new powers. The freshmen behind me were being talked to by the senior welcoming committee. It was always the same speech, and me, being a junior this year, didn't feel like listening to a bunch of seniors talk about how great the school was. It was JUST a school.
When I walked through the doors, a gust of wind rushed by me. Actually, when I saw her clearly, she was just a really fast kid. She ran down the hall and nearly knocked over a group of very small people. I figured them to be more freshmen.
I kept walking when a voice came over the loud speakers.
"Will Aroura McGraw please report to the principals office?"
I wonder what I did now.
It didn't take me long to find the principals office. When I walked in, the lady at the front desk pointed to another door labled 'Principal Powers'.
I knocked on the door and heard a faint "Come in!" I walked inside and sat down in one of the comfortable chairs in front of the desk. There was no one in the room. So I waited, admiring the pictures on her desk: a dog, a little boy, what looks like to be the principals family. I got up and looked at all of the newspaper articles that were posted on the bulliten board. There were some from the eighties and then there were more recent ones. The most recent date, from last year was a pictures of a group of students that looked oddly familiar. I looked at them more closely. They were all dressed in formal outfits and were all smiling. Except for one. I smiled as I recognized the group. It was a picture of the patriotic kid, the redhead, the shape shifter, the melting kid, the glowing kid and tall, dark and broody. I read the caption below and found out that their names were Will, Layla, Magenta, Ethan, Zach and Warren. From what the article had said, they had rescued the school from being taken over by Royal Pain, whoever that was. Just then someone walked into the room.
A lady dressed in all white walked up to her desk. I looked up from under my hood. She smiled at me.
"You must be Aroura McGraw," she said. I nodded and pulled back my hood. I didn't need it in the enclosed room.
"I am Principal Powers. You must be wondering why I asked you here," she said, sitting down and motioning for me to do the same.
"I was actually wondering what I had done wrong. I have only been here for a total of fifteen minutes."
"You haven't done anything wrong. I just aksed you here to express my concerns."
"Concerns?" I asked. Now I was confused.
"Well, yes. Concerns. The headquaters contacted me to inform me, and the staff of what you are caplable of. I know that they held you in their research facility for three months, and I am very sorry that they did so. But you have to understand why we need to know about you. You are going to be in a school where blood is spilled almost constantly because of the activities that they have to go through and you can't imagine how hard it is to keep some of these kids to contain themselves from showing off their powers. They like to compete and we have had many injuries that involve blood. We just don't want you to be tempted," she finished. By the end of her speech, I wa smiling. First off, no one had ever expressed that much concern about my special eating habits before, and I was laughing because it was an absurd thought for me to actually think about killing people.
"Principal Powers, I am grateful for your concerns, especially for your students. But I have never even considered using peopple as something for me to hunt. I find it repulsing. I have my own ways of containing my, well, thirst. You have nothing to worry about. I have had almost three hundred years to get control over that."
She looked at me for a second, then she smiled.
"Alright, I can see that if you are not worried, then I shouldn't be worried."
"I'm not saying to NOT be worried. I would say worry, but in very small amounts. I have never lost control before, but it doesn't mean that I won't ever lose control. I'll try to let you know if that is ever a possibility," I added, smiling. She smiled back and then stood up. I stood up too, as it looked as if she was letting me know that I could leave. Sure enough I was correct.
"Well, Aroura. It was great to finally meet you and I hope that you will enjoy it here. Please come by if you have any questions or concerns," she said offering her hand so I could shake hands with her.
I was a little confused by the very positive and abrupt ending to our conversation, but I shook hands with her anyways. She flinch when we grasped hands. I guess she didn' t realize that my hands were ice cold.
"Sorry," I said when she let go of my hand.
"Its alright. You may go now." She smiled then sat down at her desk and I turned and walked out of the room. I don't know what my feelings about Principal Powers were just yet. I guess that I would just have to wait and see.
I walked out of the office and the bell rang letting people know to go to class. I was supposed to go to something called power placement with the freshmen. I wasn't looking foreward to it.
When I walked into the gym, I really just wanted to walk back out again. I was late because I took a wrong turn and ended up in some science room full of strange objects that I didn't even want to know how they worked. When I walked in, everyone turned to stare at me. I was used to this for looking incredibly different from everyone else, but not out of extreme annoyance.
"Sorry," I said and walked to the back of the crowd. The man up on the platform in front of all of the freshmen and me started speaking again.
"As I was saying before I was rudely intterupted, you will all step up here and show me your powers. Then I will assess whether or not you are going to be a hero…" he looked around menicingly at the people who were cowering in his shadow. "Or sidekick," he finished. He stopped glareing at the students long enough to look down at his role sheet and then looked up and smiled.
"It seems that we have a new junior joining us this year. Whoever you are, get up here."
I sighed and walked up to the platform.
"Alright, show me your powers," he said.
"What one?" I asked him. He looked confused.
"What do you mean, what one? There is only supposed to be one new student here this year that has multiple powers. What's your name anyways?"
"Aroura McGraw."
He looked down at his role sheet again.
"Well that makes sense then. Show me all three," he corrected himself.
I sighed and then showed him my powers. He dropped a car on top of my head and I caught it like it was styrofoam. Then he threw a ball across the room and I raced to the other side in just seconds.
"What's your last power?" he asked.
I looked him straight in the face and then smiled. His expression became confused until he saw that his clipboard was on fire. He threw it on the ground and stomped on it until the fire was out.
"HERO!" he shouted. I smirked and walked down the stairs off the platform and to the back of the crowd. Along with being able to creat fire with my hands, I could create fire using the heat in the air. I still didn't have total control over that power, but when I really wanted to annoy people I could set things on fire from a distance. While I was here, I hoped to get control over that power.
While standing in the back I watched all of the freshmen go up and be power tested. There were so many different types of powers. I couldn't believe how random some of them were too. One kids powers was to make someone's hair grow longer or shorter. Another girls powers was to change her eye color. I could do that too, but she could change it to ANY color.
One by one they went up to be tested and all of that time I just stood there, watching all of them go up, either nervous or over confident. When he was finished humiliating all of the new students, he told us that after lunch, we were to meet back here and he would give us our schedules.
The bell rang for us to go to lunch and I was the first one out of the room. It was nice to actually be able to run as fast I could without caring that anyone was watching, because they didn't care. When I got to the cafeteria almost no one was in there. That could also be because the bell rang only seven seconds ago.
I walked to the far back table, away from anyone that could come in. Most of the time I sat by myself and just read a book. Or drew a picture. My room was covered in drawings that I had done over the past centuries. It was my wall paper right now. Mostly I drew people. I watched them change over the years, and slowly realizing that I would never change. That was one reason why I never got close to people. They would just die and I would have to continue living on without them. I tried it once. I think it was the closest thing I had ever felt to love. But then he died because of a stray bullet in the civil war. That's when I stopped getting close to people.
I sat at the table and took out my book and started to read. More people came into the cafeteria and it started to become more noisy. Sometimes I wondered why people always had to be so loud.
I continued reading when a shadow blocked the light from the window that was falling across my book. I looked up, already knowing who it was.
Tall dark and broody was standing over me, giving me the meanest glare that he could muster up. I closed the book and looked back at him.
"You are in my seat," he growled like last time. I sighed.
"Do you have some obssessive compulsive disorder that makes you think that everywhere you want to sit is yours and if there is already someone there, then they have to move? Or as you said before,get roasted alive?" I asked him. He didn't answer. I stood up and looked him squarely in the eye.
"Read my lips. I. Am. Not. Moving." The I did something mean. I set his backpack on fire. It was justa little fire, but it was still burning a hole in the leather bag. He didn't yell as I expected, but instead grabbed the burning part of the backpack and smothered the flames. Damn, I had forgotten temporarily that he was a pyro too.
"Hmm…now I am wondering if you are suicidal or not. Because you just asked to be murdered," he said and his arms burst into flames.
"I'd really like to see you try," I countered. He was about to throw a fireball at me, when I ran around behind him. He didn't see where I went though, because I was too fast. I tapped him on the shoulder. When he turned around, I punched him in the jaw. He tripped over backwards and fell into the patriotic kid. He caught him and balanced dark and broody upright, but he shoved patriotic off of him. I stood there waiting. I would have loved to finish it right there, but I would probably have killed him. So instead I backed off.
"Fine. If you are so damn whiney about not having people do what you want when you want, fine by me. You can have your damn table and your damn bus seat. But," I said, stepping towards him, until I was right up in his face.
"Don't you ever say anything to me about being suicidal ever again. Got it?"
Alright. How did you like this chapter? I will post the next one hopefully in a couple days. Being out of school because of the fire, really put me behind in schoolwork, so I'll get it up as fast as I can.
I forgot to tell you in the last chapter that reviews are welcomed by all!
