Chapter 1

"Wake up it's the last day of the holidays," I could hear my dad say as he walked into my room.

I pulled he covers over my head. I didn't want to leave the comfort of my bed. I wanted to stay under the warm covers.

"Out of bed. Now!" Dad said. Urgh,I hate mornings.

"Morning dad," I said, as I wriggled out of the covers, "What time is it?"

"Six," said replied.

"Oh hell no," I screamed as I made a run for it. Dad woke me up six in the bloody morning. I am going back to bed. Dad being dad chased me down the hall and grabbed me by the ankle. He then proceeeded to drag me down the hall towards the bathroom.

"Who the hell is making all that noi-?" Mum whispered, "Oh it's you,"

Mum looks hung-over. Heck she sounds hung-over. She dusted off her pink pyjamas and attempted to clean her face with her sleeve. It didn't help. Her face was still blotchy like she'd been crying. There were streaks of mascara that stained her cheeks. Her eyes were bloodshot. And she kept clutching her head as if she were in pain.

"Could you both keep it down. I'm not feeling so good. Oh sorry Skye it's your first day of Sky High," Mum whispered, " Don't worry it'll be fine as long as you don't piss off Tommy,"

"Tommy?" I asked.

"They call him Coach Booomer," She replied, "He had a thing for me back then. If he's being a pain-in-the-ass then let me know. Skye could you get me come Panadol for my head, and a glass of water. Thanks love."

I walked into my room and grabbed my toothbrush, toothpaste, towel and sponge and walking into the bathroom. I don't really need to tell you what goes on in my bathroom so I'll fast forward this morning by half an hour.

I lay on my bed in my underwear trying to decide what to wear. I grabbed a pair blue skinny jeans, my favourite ytf global t-shirt and a navy blueand white hoodie. I put on my neon pink socks. Thes sock are freakin' awesome. One sock says left the other right. Me and my best friend Lucy had the same socks. She would take my right sock and force me to wear two left ones then we'd dance around and joke about how I had two left feet. I miss her. I miss London. We relocated to America ever since I got my powers.

"Skye love breakfast's ready!" I heard dad shout. The smell of bacon made its way up the stairs. My tummy started growling . I grabbed my blue converse and ran downstairs. You would run. Dad was about to make his famous pancakes. They are best hot and moist with plenty of maple syrup and a tiny bit of whipped cream to finish it off.

"So Dad what's the occasion?" I asked.

"Does there have to be an occasion to make my lovely little girl my famous pancakes?" Dad asked. I shot him a hard stare.

"Fine," he laughed, "I want you feeling happy on your first day of school."

"Aaaw thanks dad that's so sweet," I said as I licked the last bit of the syruppy goodness off my fingers. Then I heard a bus honk. Damn.

"That's the school bus. Time for you to go," Dad said. I swear he's more excited than I am.

"Bye dad," I said as I grabbed my ipod.

"Bye mum," I shouted then I headed out the door.

The first thing I saw was a big yellow school bus. It was a rolling bumble bee. The doors opened and I hopped in.

"Ron Wilson, Bus Driver," he said with a deep serious voice. I was about to say,

"You have got to be fucking kidding me," but I didn't.

Instead I said, "Umm hi,"

Then I turned around to see sixteen pairs of curious eyes watch me as I made my way to the back of the bus, sat down and turn on my ipod. I put it on skillet and turned up the volume as I leaned my head against the window.

Then bus slowed down to a stop. A guy hopped on. He had a black leather jacket on with a balck t shirt on underneath. He had a streak of red in his long shaggy black hair. He was good looking. But he''d probably be more attractive if he stopped glaring at me.