WarrenPOV

As we stepped off the bus, we both looked around briefly. It was the usual scene: freshmen being herded into a large group by Stronghold and Hippie, Freeze Girl AKA Sarah Frost freezing the pervert with the X-Ray vision, just as she did every year. It's a common misconception that we dated for a while. Let me get this clear.

We didn't. We danced a little at Homecoming but that's it. Jennie had been sick that week and so hadn't been around for the Royal Pain Incident. I smirk at the memory, she was spitting mad when she found out Gwen Grayson got beaten up and she wasn't there to help. Little hellcat.

As I carried on looking around the grounds, Jennie grabbed my arm and started to pull me towards the doors. The bell must have rung whilst I was glaring at a group of preppy girls. I am so glad that my Jennie isn't like that. Speaking of Jennie, I survey her properly. Nope she hasn't changed a bit, mind you I only saw her last Friday, so she probably wouldn't have.

Again I was brought back to the present by Jennie, who pinched my arm.

"What the hell?" It was said without venom. She just rolled her eyes at me and shoved a piece of paper in my hands. My schedule.

"We have 1st, 2nd, 4th, lunch and Save the Citizen together."

"Again?"

"You say that like it's a bad thing" She simpered, batting her eyelids and giggling, before cracking up into raucous laughter. Grinning I joined her on the short trek to Mad Science. When we finally arrived, we were late. As usual.

Mr Medulla looked at us. We looked back. He sighed.

"Peace, Parry, to your seats. If you are late for more than four consecutive lessons I vow to use you as target practice for the freshmen's Freeze Rays." He said it without preamble but in that manner when you can't tell if he's joking. Jennie and I gulped. Both being heat elementals neither of us relish the thought of a Freeze Ray. A badly made one at that. We sat.

As always on the first day, nothing of much importance occurred. We went through the various curriculums we're supposed to cover, ground rules and that sort of thing. In 'Understanding the Villainous Mind', more commonly known as Psychobabble, Jennie amused herself by exploding small pieces of a broken pencil she found in her bag. The teacher never even noticed. Last year she managed to blow up an entire chair without this particular teacher paying attention, so it's not much of an accomplishment really.

Third period was 'How to Create a Foolproof Cover Story and a Civilian Life'. It makes you wonder who named these classes. By the time that was finished with, of course punctuated with faint yells of 'SIDEKICK' or 'HERO', I was bored with the teacher trying to convince us that a cover story of a hobo was a good idea.

Finally fourth period arrived. Hero Art. God knows why I even took this as an elective. Jennie says it's because I made her take Shop last year. I think she just wants a partner in a class where she can blow things up and call it coursework.

I met her at the door where we were welcomed in by Vicky. She's also the school guidance advisor but insists on being called Vicky rather than Mrs. Turton. She says it makes her feel younger. As soon as the class is in the door, she directs us to various areas throughout the room. Jennie and I end up near a large pile of sand and metal scraps.

With no introduction, Vicky shout/sings

"Create". And floats off. Literally. Jennie looks at me, before grinning wickedly and delving in the sand bags. She arranges them to some weird system of hers before going on a hunt for paper. Whilst she's gone I look at the scrap metal and collect a small pile of tin and steel before placing it on a fire retardant sheet which was under a pile of old goldfish bowls. God only knows why an Art classroom would need half a dozen glass bowls, but there you have it.

As Jennie returned with 3 sheets of A2 paper taped together, I flamed up. Directing the flames towards the metal, I melted it slowly, creating a molten mass which began to bubble threateningly. Lowering the temperature rapidly I let it cool for a minute as I glanced round the room. Two IceBoxes were freezing water and creating an ice sculpture in one corner, a telekinetic was painting on four easels at once and a shape shifter appeared to be changing shape, shedding and then knitting? Yes, knitting with the scraps. Shaking my head, I looks at Jennie who appeared to have covered her paper with glue, and was exploding sand in a certain pattern over the paper. All I could see was a vague blue outline of something, perhaps a skyline.

After messing a bit more with my metal heap, the bell rang and we were instructed by Vicky who had been floating around the room observing everybody from above to leave our projects where they were.

Finally it was lunch and we sat at our usual table, Jennie looked in her tatty bag before cursing loudly.

"You forget your lunch again?" She groaned and nodded before looking at me hopefully, luckily, my mom knew about her forgetfulness and always made me pack a bit extra just in case. Wordlessly I handed over a box containing a PB&J sandwich, an orange and a can of cola, before removing an identical box of my own. She tore into the sandwich immediately, anybody who didn't know her would be grossed out but I know it's because of her speeded up metabolism and the fact she never eats breakfast, just inhales caffeine.

About 15 minutes later, Stronghold and Hippie came and sat down near us. Hippie sat next to Jennie with Stronghold on the other side of her. Hippie rolled her eyes, which I'm taking to mean Stronghold still isn't fond of Jennie. It's not that he doesn't like her, she just makes him nervous apparently. Something to do with the pizza place where she works or something, I never did get the full story of that. Hippie tried to engage in conversation with Jennie but she was busy trying to explode the orange peel, and so was lost in her own world.

It fell relatively silent around the table now except for the occasionally *boom* from Jennie and the murmured conversation between Hippie and Stronghold. Unfortunately then Glow Worm and Popsicle sat down, reducing the peace dramatically. This was because Glow Worms girlfriend had been set a different lunch period and he just wouldn't shut up about it. When his inane chatter to everybody and anybody increased to an almost painful level, his knife and fork, still on his tray exploded.

"Oops" Jennie grinned looking anything but sorry. Hippie and Popsicle then chimed in about the 'rules', but she just waved them off before getting to her feet and sliding the empty lunch box towards m with a smile. She then wandered off somewhere, probably the library, whilst Glow Worm and Stronghold got into an argument about Save the Citizen.

"It won't be us again, will it Warren?" seemed to be Strongholds main point, whilst Glow Worm had other ideas.

"Course it will, you guys are the unbeaten champions. Boomer made Lash and Speed" everyone grimaced "play for two years running, so why not you guys?"

Then Hippie spoke up "Surely Coach Boomer will want you to work in separate teams now that Warren only has a year left? After all you guys won't always be able to work together, we've still got another two years left." Hippie had a point, which Popsicle seemed very keen to back up, nodding vigorously.

"I don't know love" murmured Will, still looking very lovesick even after a year of a steady relationship. Luckily the bell rang then and signified that we needed to get going for Gym and Save the Citizen. Joy.


Well that was an unexpected update wasn't it? Particularly with my track record :$ Anyway, only one person gets a virtual hug and that would be Charlotte Night 007, who not only gets a virtual hug, but also gets a fan character and I'll give you a real hug at Prom, okay Vicky? Anyways, please review, how am I supposed to improve if no one tells me what I've done right and wrong? So for the sake of fanfictions rep, please review :)

Hannah
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