I do not own Sky High. I only own Eliana.

Story Start

"Hero," Coach Boomer quickly yelled and I put my hands down. The wolves disappeared and I felt my eyes stop glowing. My blue eyes always glowed a little bit whenever I used my power.

I walked off the stage to stand amongst the other students that were going to be in the hero class. I did not know if I would be taking classes with freshmen or not because I had never been here before. Thankfully, when Coach Boomer handed me my schedule, it was for sophomore classes.

I wanted to read them but before I could another teacher, who had an extremely large head appeared. He introduced himself to be Mr. Medulla. He would be guiding us to our first classes. I felt awkward throughout the walk through the school because Mr. Medulla kept me by him the whole time. He knew I was a sophomore but there was no need for me to stand right by him.

After he led the way for the freshmen to their classes, he turned to me with a smile. "Well, you're the Eliana Rockwood that everyone has been talking about," he said and I raised an eyebrow at him. "Nothing bad," he quickly said before continuing, "but Principal Powers did say that you did not want to come here and that you do not want to be a superhero. Do you want to be a villain?" he asked and I was a bit amazed by his audacity.

"I want to be left alone," I said and he seemed surprised before giving a chuckle.

"But with your power you have to train it and then use it to help people," he said trying to make me see his way of thinking.

"There are many other students here that will be able to help the people out there. I'm not needed as a hero," I snapped and resisted the urge to let my fire take shape again.

"I'm sure you'll change your mind after some hero classes," he said and pushed me into a classroom, which already had a lot of other students in it. Of course, I was lucky enough to be in Mr. Medulla's class as he walked towards the board.

"Class, we have a transfer today, this is Eliana Rockwood," Mr. Medulla said with a smile and I got a halfhearted wave from some students. Others just stared at me before looking away back to what they were doing. However, I saw one guy in the back of the class that had ignored me entirely, which was no big deal to me. I would rather be in his place then in front of the class as the new kid.

"Well tell the class something about yourself," Mr. Medulla said with a smile towards me.

I stared at him for a few seconds before looking at the rest of the class. "You know my name, which should be enough," I said in a tone that clearly stated I did not want to be up here any longer.

Some of the students gave me an annoyed look, which was good for me. I did not want them to get any ideas about trying to be my friend. I did not want to be here in the first place and being around others that wanted to be superheroes did not sound like fun to me.

"Yes, well, take your seat," Mr. Medulla said and pointed to the only open seat in the class, which was by the window.

"I'm going to draw in my notebook and stare out the window every day in this class," I thought after Mr. Medulla started talking about how to create weapons.

The first half of my classes went by without too many problems, but every teacher wanted to me to introduce myself. I just said my name and sat down whether the teacher liked it or not. The classes so far were just strange to me. I mean I am sure they are normal to any kid wanting to be a superhero, but since I did not I saw them as a waste of time. The only class that I was actually interested in was the one where they taught you to better control and understand your powers.

The bell rang and everyone started to make their way to the lunchroom. I packed up my doodle notebook and grabbed my bag. I walked to the cafeteria and cringed at how many people were in there. I was happy that my grandma had snuck a sandwich and another bottle of water into my book bag. I did not feel like ever standing in that lunch line. I would rather not feel like a sardine.

I looked around for an empty table. I gave an internal sigh of relief when I saw one. I made my way over and was about to sit down but a bunch of cheerleaders ran and took all of the seats. I had to do a double take when I looked closer at the cheerleaders, which were all the same person.

"This is the popular table and you're not on the list," the girl said snidely.

"Wow, you must be full of yourself if you have to make enough copies to take all the other seats," I said with a glare and a smirk.

"I'm saving them for my friends. At least I have friends," the cheerleader snapped back as one of her stood up in front of me.

"I love how you make assumptions about somebody you do not know," I growled as I could feel my temper start to rise.

"Oh, I know you. You're the new fire girl around her. You did not want to be here. You should have joined the super villain school instead," the other girl said as she stepped closer to me. My temper started to grow hotter as she drew closer to me.

"Just because I control fire does not mean that I want to be a villain. I wanted to be left alone," I growled and I could feel my eyes start to glow.

"Oh, you won't be left alone here. I plan on torturing you just like I torture all the other weak and dumb nerds around here," the cheerleader said with a happy smirk.

"Torture is something I can also do," I said with a deadly look in my eyes. I turned away from her, but not before creating little blue flies of flame that started biting the girl and her clones. I walked to another empty table as I listened to her yelps.

I had just sat down and pulled out my sandwich when the guy from the first class stood in front of me across the table. I glared at my sandwich before taking a bite. Ignoring people sometimes worked and they got the hint that I do not want to be bothered. However, it seemed this guy was not getting the hint. He kept standing in front of me and I could feel a difference of temperature around him.

I looked up when he slammed a hand on the table and I saw some of the plastic melt under his hand. "You're at my table," he growled as I looked up into his angry eyes.

"Plenty of other seats," I said before focusing back on my sandwich.

"I don't think you understand, new kid," he growled as he slammed his other hand on the table.

"All these dumb territorial people," I growled under my breath before I looked up at him. "Well I don't think you understand. I don't care," I said and my eyes flashed blue. I knew it would be a challenge to do that with my eyes when staring at another fire-controlling person, but at this point, I could care less.

"Get off my table," he said in a deadly calm voice.

"I'm technically in a seat," I growled and I was smirking on the inside. I enjoyed a good challenge when somebody wanted to annoy me.

The guy looked like he was about to burst into flames when a strict looking woman appeared. "Mr. Peace, take a seat and enjoy lunch," the woman ordered and then she looked at me.

"Ms. Eliana Rockwood, I'm Principal Powers. How do you like Sky High?" she asked and I forcefully made my eyes stop glowing. I was still a bit tense from arguing with the guy, who was now angrily sitting across from me. I looked up at the Principal again and considered what I could say to her. I was a bit annoyed by how so many people wanted to talk to me. I was used to being left to my own devices back at my old high school.