Heyyy! It's me again. : I've been writing up these chapters one after another, and I think I'm on a roll. : Did I do well on my first chapter? Yeah, I'm gunna go ahead and say that when they're out of school, they are practically completely OCC. I'm sorry. But believe me, when they're out of the house and in public, it'll all change.

I don't need a disclaimer, do I? Didn't think so. And if you're so stubborn as to think I do, go back to chapter 1.

This story is about Crystal, who is the sister of Speed, one of the biggest bullies at Sky High. She is 16 as her brother is two years older than her. Being completely stressed with school and her super ability, she finds comfort in someone very close to the family.

Past.

"What just happened?" Crystal asked, brushing the hair from her face and looking at the two of them.

"You found your power!" Speed said, as Lash did a celebration dance as he sat across from her in the floor.

"You mean the syrup thingy this morning wasn't in my head?!" They nodded, and then they heard happy sobs coming up the stairs. Her mother came into the room, immediately plowing into her daughter, hugging Crystal tightly.

"My Crystal! A telekenevic!! Ohhh!!" She spoke, looking at her daughter and hugging her every four seconds.

"Mom, yes, I am...thanks. My heart is still pounding" She laughed a bit, but only nervously. "Now can someone please tell me how I use them?"

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And that's how I found my powers. I'm now a sophomore at Sky High. Spencer and Lash are seniors, and they've done more to add to a criminal record than anything. Mother is still surprised they haven't been expelled from school, especially when they helped out in that homecoming bit.

I knew better, and tried to tell the Principal about the whole thing, but I had only found out about the deed when Spencer told me the plan the night of the homecoming.

I was shocked, and when we reached the school, I didn't care what happened to my dress in the process. I had run to the Office, where Principal Powers was getting ready.

"Principal Powers!" I banged on the door, urgently trying to stop what was going to happen. Most of my body couldn't handle the anger of what my brother and his friends were planning on doing, and I growled when no one came to the door. I picked up my black and white dress in a haste to try and get at least Lash to not do out the plan. I tripped, and my hair had fallen from the updo from the sudden jerk, and my 'prom curls' were framing my face naturally. I ran into the gymnasium and saw him splash punch onto Mr. Boy, the sidekick teacher.

"LASH!!" I cried out, and he turned around to look at me. My brother rolled his eyes and walked off to Penny, the cheerleader who didn't bother to dress up for the dance. It was a key term from Gwen to not have a date to the prom, and everyone in the plan kept to the code. Some of the others in on the crime didn't even bother to go into the gym. They hung out by the doors, where they would trap everyone. I kept a mental note to do my best to stay by the door closest to where I was, and walked up to Lash.

"Lash, please. Why are you doing this?" I asked him, dropping my dress from my fists and letting a tear fall. "You know how dangerous Gwen is? Do you?" Lash looked into my eyes, smiling.

"Yeah, I do Crystal. But we're only having a bit of fun here." I gave off a disgusted look to him, and I growled again, letting a tear fall from my left eye. He saw this, and I looked at his face. He frowned, and tried to wipe the tear away, yet I swatted it away.

"Don't touch me. You have NO idea how badly she is going to turn on you. I've learned a lot from when she was here before, Lash. She will stop at nothing, and she won't even give you credit for helping her." This ticked him off. His face screwed into a grimace, and he looked over to Gwen, who gave him a look of an "okay go." Lash looked back to me, and he looked hesitant, but brushed one of my curls behind my ear, and leaned forward to look at my face. My blue gray eyes started to tear again.

"You look very beautiful tonight, Crystal, and I'm sorry I have to do this." He turned around and Spencer ran towards another door as Lash stretched to the one nearest the two of us. I couldn't stand it. If I couldn't have gotten Lash to ditch this, I surely couldn't have gotten to Spencer to do the same. I turned away from him, and I had heard Gwen give her speech.

"Now to introduce the greatest super to ever walk the halls of Sky High…ME!"

I shut my eyes and blocked my ears as I expected people to scream soon enough. When I heard it all before me, I opened my eyes and picked up my dress, watching both my brother and Lash along with a few others close and lock the gates to the gym. I caught a glance of Lash looking towards me, and I wiped yet another tear, trying to keep calm. I wouldn't care if Gwen pointed the Pacifier at me, and at that point, I walked away from the gate where Lash stood opposite the gymnasium, and walked towards where Gwen was pointing and shooting people into babies. I watched her turn and look to me, and if she didn't wear the helmet, I swear she would be smiling as she took that shot towards me. Bracing myself, I heard a "FUCK!" from behind me as I turned into a baby. It sounded like my brother, and I heard others around me scream louder.

Later when I was de-pacified, I grabbed my dress from the gym floor while the sheet I wore wrapped tightly around me with the help from my own power to hold it up without my hands. I walked calmly to the bathroom and changed, ignoring the crying and the still-scared girls who were ranting about how they already knew what was going to happen. In my head I scoffed, knowing that if they did know, they wouldn't have been pacified…that they would have stayed out of the way. I took a minute to think about why I had come, and I took notice again as I slipped on my dress that I came to save a few people in the process of saving a few people from becoming criminals. I felt stupid when I felt yet another tear roll down my cheek, for part of me knew it wouldn't work. That I failed.

Before Powers had gotten to the ones in charge of the whole plan, I found Lash and Spencer behind the school, hanging by a tree. I walked over there, and Spencer looked at me.

"Sis, I'm sorry for what Gwen did to you. I thought when I told you before we left you would be smart enough to leave or not go at all. Guess I was wrong." He laughed, hitting Lash in the chest to let him know it was time to laugh with him. Lash looked to him, and chuckled a bit, but stopped a moment after.

"I went to try and make someone change their mind about the whole situation, but CLEARLY it hadn't worked. I just wanted to let you know that what you did was stupid and it was a risk that I never knew you would take, Speed." I walked away, with my hands in tight fists and the wind from no where whipped in my face. My powers had given off a burst of energy, and the wind it created whacked Spencer in the face a few times before disappearing into a cool breeze.

Spencer looked off to me as I walked away and Lash hit himself in the forehead. "She called me Speed. She called me Speed. She's never done that. She called me Speed, Lash." Spencer said, repeating over and over, and then turned to behind the tree and hurled. Lash walked away, climbing another tree nearby. When he sat on a branch, he turned towards the trunk and hit his head repeatedly.

"Stupid stupid stupid stupid."

I never fully forgave the two of them.

When I was a freshman, I was put in hero class, whilst Spencer and Lash were the only two other people in the stands waiting to see who'd get what. Despite having villainous traits to the school, the two of them whooped and cheered when I was sorted to hero. It felt pretty good, and yet I felt self conscious when I stepped onto the platform to show my skill. People had whispered things like "uh oh, we've got another Gwen on our hands!" and "she's gunna be a problem, I know it." I had to tell them myself that I had slightly different powers than Royal Pain, and I was a telekenevic.

I was happy, but I sulked when I sat down with the other sorted heroes.

When lunch rolled around in the middle of sophomore year, I sat down at an empty table and checked my new and improved schedule. It changes at the beginning of the second semester.

"How's my buddy doing?" Lash showed up, dropping his tray onto my table. He didn't normally sit with me, but today my brother was home sick with a stomach problem. I looked over at him and yawned slightly.

"Spence got sick last night, so he got to stay home. He ate expired tuna or something." I said, placing a hand on my chin to keep my head from falling onto the table.

"I didn't mean Speed, but okay." He laughed slightly, but then gave a look of both pity and disgust.

"Oh, I'm fine. Just tired, that's all." I said, closing my eyes for only a few moments.

"Hey! Hey!" he called to me, stretching his arm to snap in my ear. "No sleeping in school or you'll get detention…on second thought, go ahead. I need someone to talk to when I'm all alone up in the detention room." He told me, giving off a weak smile. Lash and Speed were still up on detention during their break periods for the crime they did last year.

"I'm trying my best to stay awake. I think I played with my powers a bit too much earlier. I just feel like I need a pillow right now." I gave up on resting my head in my hands and dropped it to the table, closing my eyes.

"Maybe you should conserve your energy. Once you get older and your powers become more advanced, you won't get tired so easily." Lash spoke scientifically.

I had enough strength to open one eye and look at him oddly. Never have I heard such words come out of Lash's mouth. Ever.

"I just had that memorized in the back of my mind. They teach you that back in Freshmen Orientation. Don't you remember?" I closed my eye and laid my head back down again.

"No, and right now I can't remember anything." I felt him move and I thought he had left me alone again, but it turns out he had gotten up to sit beside me and began to rub my back.

"Well from what I obviously know, school's almost over. So on the bus, I'll go home with you, hang out and then we can make fun of Speed. Alrighty?" He tried to look at me, but I only nodded into my arms. The bell rang for the last class, and Lash had to drag me to my feet to exit the cafeteria. "Where's your next class?" He asked, lifting my arm to be placed over his shoulder, and he held me tightly to my side, fearing I'd probably fall over flat on my face.

"Room 147. I've got 'Plant Care and Healing.'" I muttered to him.

"Okay, so just wait here and I'll walk you to the bus. Don't fall asleep in this class - Mr. Demetrii hates it when someone falls asleep. You'd get a week's worth of detention if he catches you." He told me, as we passed a bank of lockers and turned the corner. It was nice of him to care and bring me to class, but I didn't want him to be late either. He told me his teacher didn't care much, for he was normally late to his classes.

"I'm good from here. You should get to class. I'm not making you late this time, Lash." I told him, brushing off his hand strategically placed on my hip.

"Alright whatever. I'll see you in an hour, Crystal." He turned and stretched down the hall to another classroom and walked in just in time before the bell rang to become tardy. During the period I had thought about how tired I've become so quickly. I'd gone longer with my powers in action, but never became this tired, if I did at all. Was I sick? Or were my powers just not agreeing with me today?

"Ms. Mack, do you know the answer?" my teacher asked, but I shook my head. I did know it; I just didn't want to say anything because I had become convinced I was so tired I sounded drunk whenever I would speak.

Time flew by. It normally did for me at the end of the day. I rose slowly as the bell had rung to go home. I picked up my books and placed them into my bag, and I noticed that Lash was waiting outside the classroom for me. I felt a little lighter, and I put my hand on my stomach to lose the feeling, and picked up my bag to walk out.

When I reached the doorframe I smiled at Lash, who then noticed the weight of my bag.

"Doesn't the weight bother you?" He winced at me when he noticed the whites of my knuckles clenching to my shoulder strap with my other hand rubbing my neck from the quick slide of the strap against my skin. I looked at him and shook my head, picking up pace to my locker, because my bus driver Bill never liked to wait for slackers. Lash understood. The door's been slammed in his face a few times when he was going over my house to hang out with "Speed".

We got on the bus and I took my seat by the window below the emergency light, and the seat before the 'speaker above the seat' seat. It was my favorite bus seat – especially when I got to keep it to myself. But today, Lash is the one I'm sharing it with.

Sometime down the line I had dozed off, my head hitting the window glass every time the bus went over a bump in the road. I felt arms reach for my far shoulder and pull me away from the window, and I thought nothing more of it, since whatever I was leaning on, it was soft and squishy, not to forget warm. Even if it was Lash I had just described in my head, I didn't do much about it, because I liked the feeling of comfort and safety. The only part I hated was when I got ticked in my side, and I looked out to a bright sunshine-lit neighborhood.

"I got your bag. Let's go." Lash told me, standing up and grabbing my hand as if it were the most natural thing. When I touched the concrete with my shoes, I got dizzy and fell over. For some strange reason, I feared a sickness in me. Lash looked back quickly and tossed the bag over his shoulder, stretching his arms underneath me to pick me up off the ground and start walking home.

"I just felt dizzy, Lash. Let me down now." I kept saying to him, but when I looked up we were already walking up the driveway to the house. As I was being carried, I kept feeling these little tingles, like if you were to stand there and someone would glide their finger and nail down your arm. I brushed it off, thinking it was nothing. When he brought both of us in, he plopped me down on the couch, ruffled my hair knowing it would bug me, and stretched his legs up the stairs, giving me a smirk and a small laugh as he turned to leave my sight. I got up slowly and went towards the kitchen to see if my mother had left me messages when she went to work. She was working overtime, and her post-it note was stuck to the fridge:

Work at the office, then going to defeat Dr. Cranium whenever he decides to behead the Statue of Liberty. Be back late. Dad is on a business trip. He'll be home in 3 days.

Order a pizza!

Mom

Under the note was a 20.

"Hey Spence!" I called up the stairs.

"What." He replied lazily with a nasty attitude.

"Did you see this on the fridge?"

"Yeah. I asked if Lash could stay over too."

"Wicked!" I heard Lash say.

"Mkay. What did she say to that?"

"She said that we should make him pay rent he stays here so much." I laughed. My mom was pretty normal for a superhuman.

"But it's a school night!" I shouted, and then jogged up the steps, tired of shouting up them and only getting muttered responses from my brother.

I rushed into his room and jumped onto the ladder – my usual spot for whenever we hang out in his room. Whenever equaling to whenever Lash is over. So yeah, whenever. I watched TV with them for a bit and I got dizzy again, and in a flash I caught myself from falling over by grasping the wooden ladder. A large shake was heard from it, and so both of their heads were turned towards me now, in odd expressions on their faces. I let go of the ladder slowly and placed my hands below me to ensure my own balance, and they turned back around snickering.

Deciding that I should just go lay down for a while I stood up, hoping to not receive a head rush, and went across the hall to my room.

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Yeah. So my second chapter is done.

That whole homecoming night in italics wasn't even written down in the notebook I'm writing the story in to begin with. I thought that I had to have at least a small segment from Crystal's freshman year at Sky High. Right when I wrote "I knew better", I immediately had that whole idea drawn into my head. I think I've got carpool tunnel or something. I've been typing for the past probable…3 hours straight. Hopefully it was worth it. : But what really made me happy, was the whole Homecoming. That made my whole chapter to me, really.

Jinx - No, Crystal isn't fat like Speed. Speed is the only one in his family that's….not supposed to be their weight.

CardbordRain - there you are! Your new chappieeee.

ProcrastinatingPyro09 - Ahhh Mel! You make my day. Really.

Alrighty, so please reviewwww. :

You know how much authors are totally grateful. We're all like employees in the bullpen… wtf am I talking about.

Now I feel old. .

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