Disclaimer: Me no owny Sky High.
Day Two: I Won't Tell
I woke up the next morning feeling rested and refreshed. I was practically singing while I showered. I really don't know what happened to me overnight, but whatever it was, I wanted more. It was like my drug. I changed into something a little more guy-like: black dickies, black hightops, red skull T-shirt, and a black and red buttoned up shirt underneath. I fixed my long hair into a ponytail, stuck a beanie on my head, and left.
I sat down at the table for the first time since we all moved here from Sydney. "What's with all the black, mate?" Danni asked, hacking away at her sausage. I felt the urge to vomit. I reached for an apple and left the table. They all ate meat in front of me to torment me, I just knew it. They all knew about how much I hated killing animals. It had to be the fact that I was a shape-shifter and had almost been killed while in duck form. And Rocky never gave me my fifty bucks, the asswipe!
Thank god I was the only one going to Sky High. I finished my apple and dumped it in my compost pile. I would have to use it all when I got home from school. "Love ya. Byeeeeeeeee!" I called as I ran out the door, my backpack thumping against my back. Duh. That's where it goes. I skidded to a stop at the corner and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
I could have flown to school had I known that the bus was either late or that I was very late and had missed it. Thankfully, that was not the case. The bus pulled up and I got on. I took my seat next to Magenta because Layla was sitting with her boyfriend. The bus took off down the street at its usual pace. No wonder it was running late.
I listened to my Ipod as the bus headed up the highway ramp. Despite what people say or think of me, I like classical music. It helps calm my nerves, which helps me control my powers. "Did anyone ever tell you that you're incredibly tall?" Magenta asked. Finally someone asked me. I was like 6 feet tall and I was still fourteen years old. My grandfather says both my parents were very tall. If they had been 'normies', what I call powerless people, they would have been on their school's track team.
The bus pulled off the ramp, and for the second time, I zoned out. What was wrong with me? I didn't even notice that the bus had stopped and that I was the only person still on the bus. Curse you, classical music! I stepped off the bus and jogged over to my friends. "Whoa! You're a crossdresser!" Zach exclaimed. God, the boy was a ditz.
Just for fun, I said, "No, Zach. I'm just a guy in a girl's body. Does that help any?" His jaw dropped, and I snickered. "I'm joking. I like dressing this way. I like dark colors."
"Well, wear a black dress." That was Ethan.
"I'm not mourning anyone!" I said indignantly. 'Yet.'
We walked into the building. "Hey, guess what?" Will asked.
"Um, let me guess. Save the Citizen?" I offered. He frowned. "No fair! You have that weird thing you do with your mind!" he whined. I shook my head and pointed to the sign on the wall that said Save the Citizen on it. "It's not fair that I'm the tallest girl in school, Will, but I deal. At least I can reach the cookies on top of the shelf," I added.
Something brushed right in front of my leg, and I tripped, falling forward. I hit the ground on my knees and saw what tripped me: ElastaBoy's hand. The jerk. I flip him off once and he trips me! He was so gonna die! I got back up and glared at him. "I'll be right back, guys," I muttered before stalking across the hall.
What was I doing? I was going to verbally assault one of the school's villains. Not to mention he was cute. I paused mid-step. Where did that come from? That smirk on his face was starting to bug me. I continued walking, stopping right next to him. "What the hell was that for?" I demanded. He tried to look innocent. "What was what, freshie?" he replied.
I shoved him. "You know what you did. You tripped me, you stubborn jackass! And I'm not a freshie!" The fat kid, Speed, looked at Lash, and then at me. Soon, his head was moving back and forth rapidly. "Stop it, or I'll rip you're head off and stick it up your ass!" I growled, my eyes flashing silver. Speed stopped. "I'll be over there," he said, walking away. Coward. Now Lash was all alone with no where to run.
"You look like a guy, Aussie," he stated.
"And you look like a girl," I shot back, turning on my heel and walking off.
I had just made myself an enemy.
By lunch, news of my encounter with Lash had reached everyone, and now people were betting on whether or not Lash would tear me to pieces. Like I was afraid of that human piece of nylon string. I grabbed an apple and began to eat. I was starting to have an apple fetish.
I absently fingered the locket I wore. I wondered if my parents were all bad during their Sky High days. If so, were they frowning at me for following in their footsteps? Did they want me to apologize to that pathetic excuse for a villain? All he did during the hijacking was lock one of the gates in the gym to keep people in. He didn't really fight anyone. Maybe he wasn't all that bad.
I glanced at him as he and Speed picked on yet another student. Then again, maybe when hell froze over and I got my first kiss.
There was no way I would ever apologize to that egomaniac named Lash Robertson. He deserved to rot in hell for being so incredibly...hot.
I dropped my sandwich. 'Did I just call Lash hot?' I asked myself. I ran through it again. Yup. I did. Shitake mushrooms. This could not be happening. Lash and I would never work, even if we did like each other, which was totally impossible. He was a villain, and I was...the daughter of two villains. Okay, so that was not a good reason.
I wanted to be good, a hero, while he was still a villain, and looked to have no intention of changing. He would corner me and rip me to pieces without a moment's pause. I, on the other hand, would have-done the same thing, darn it.
So far, we were perfect for each other. And even if we were he certainly did not understand me. No one did, not even my grandparents, who were not that old, by the way. His mom or dad might have been a bad guy, but I had memories of my parents' deaths, plus this scar on my left shoulder I had changed into a tattoo of a white dove holding a black rose: a symbol of my parents. Lash was the kind of guy who would end up on America's Most Wanted Super Villains. I was going to become a teacher or something remotely safe.
To end it on a solid note, we were nothing alike, and would never be alike. End of story, right?
Wrong, oh, so very wrong.
Lunch was almost over when I began my trek to the bathroom to clean up. I actually care if my breath smells like tomatoes or that I have gunk on my teeth. So I go to the bathroom to brush my teeth, floss, gargle with Listerine, and wash and moisturize my face. I, unlike most of the student body, have a lot of personal hygiene. That, and my younger siblings hog the bathroom all the time.
I felt uneasy as I walked down the hallway towards the girls bathroom, like I was being watched by someone. I stopped by my locker on the way to pick up some of my things. As I was turning the dial, I felt that weird feeling those character's in those horror movies get when they're all alone and someone's watching them. They usually die, come close to dying, or it's just a false alarm.
I opened my locker, only to have it shut. Once again, I found Lash looking at me, only this time, Speed was not tagging along. I tried my hardest not to slap him for interrupting me, instead fisting my hands by my sides. I could do little harm that way. "What do you want?" I said irritably. He only smiled. I asked him once more, gritting my teeth in annoyance.
"Well? Are you going to answer, or are you too damn stupid?" I growled, turning away so that I could reopen my locker and get away before the halls became crowded. "Why did they let you back, anyway?"
"Good behavior." It was a start. My locker opened, and I grabbed my things.
"Are you going to get out of my way?" I demanded. "What's with the toothpaste?" he asked, gesturing at the small tube in my right hand. I shut my locker and walked away, moving quickly towards the bathroom. Lash followed. 'What is this guy? Mental?' I thought to myself. He was going to follow me into the girls room. What a sicko.
He stopped me just as I was opening the door. "What now?" I snapped, glaring up at him. Other than Warren and Zach, he was the only other male in the school I had to look up at. What was he, like six foot three? Lash gave me a small smile. "You're Dark Chaos's daughter, aren't you?" he asked quietly. My breath caught in my throat. He knew. "I-I-" I couldn't find the right words to say. A lump began to form in my throat. Being the daughter of two of the worst villains in the world would not put me in Sky High's good graces. Even if they did have a change of heart.
"Are you going to tell anyone?" I asked softly, scared. He seemed to pick up on my nervousness because he shook his head. "I won't tell. I promise I won't. I know what it's like to be disliked because of my past, even if I did deserve it," he answered. I smiled at him. I was genuinely thankful. "Thank you." Then he was gone.
The bell rang, and the hall began to fill with students running every which way. Now I had about five minutes to do what I had planned to do, and get to P.E for Save the Citizen. Time to double time it!
Well, that's chapter 2. I hope you like it. Till then,
Keep the Peace,
The Wind Charmer
