Hey, guess what!?
I still don't own Sky High.
Oh, and thanks for the reviews! I've got 3 now!
Yay!
It gave me a fuzzy feeling inside, that people actually read and like what I've written.
So yeah!
Mwuhahaha.
Anyways, 3rd chapter.

Chapter Three: Still the First Day, but Now With Friends From the Past

I stood shocked as I walked into the classroom door. I knew people at Sky High.

They just happened to be the people that I would have hung out with in normal high school. Of course, they all disappeared. They moved. They changed schools. They gave me excuses about leaving. But here they were.

Sitting in front of me. No one had noticed me yet. I could still escape if I wanted.

"Gabriel?"

Or not.

I turned to look towards the window. I already knew who it was. I could tell by her voice.

Her name was Irene Ionow. She was my best best friend in Junior High School. She was a fellow flute player, in the same advanced classes as me. She was the one who told me that she was going to a more advanced school, and that her grandmother wanted her to make new friends. She wasn't allowed to hang out with me anymore.

She looked just as she had in Junior High. She still had glasses. She still had ridiculously long, straight brown hair, always hanging past her butt, if she let it. She had lost weight though; she looked much fitter than she had in Junior High. I guess being a super-hero would help one get into healthier body ranges.

Her eyes flashed with recognition when mine met hers. She nodded and grinned broadly.

"Gabriel Sina."

This time she said it, I nodded back.

She jumped up and we hugged. She really had been my best friend, and I was devastated without her at high school. We had dated for a month in seventh grade, but then I told her I was gay. We really became great friends after that, in eighth grade. It helped that we had the same interests and classes: all music and advanced studies.

She quickly pulled me over to sit next to her and she apologized.

"Gabe, you know, I'm really sorry that I abandoned you after junior high and everything. When I got my powers, Granny didn't want me to hang out with 'normal' people anymore, you know? But you're going to love Sky High. There are some really hot guys here." She winked. "Anyway, what's your powers? And how did you get them so late?"

I explained as best I could, and she sighed.

"Yeah, I couldn't control my powers when I first got them," she said. "When I first got them, water would always spill and go crazy around me. But I can completely control water and ice now."

I nodded, but began to look around for the other people I knew. Irene saw what I was doing.

"Svenny, or Sven, Cackle." She pointed out to me. "He's a telepath; you know, mind to mind communication, and sometimes, controlling one's mind."

Sven was still the skinny pale boy that I knew from Junior High. He had grown his hair out since then, so that the thin brown strands fell almost in a bowl shape. He still wore glasses, still had the strangest fashion sense (wearing dull orange colored pants with some band t-shirt), and still had the brains to take advanced classes.

Irene and Sven made the pair of best friends that I had, though Chris was still as close to me as a friend back in Junior High. We had drifted apart in High School as he made new, older friends. I was never able to find anyone to fill the gap that Irene and Sven left behind.

Sven looked across the classroom at me, surely hearing the tirade of thoughts that I was sending out from our Junior High past. He smiled at me and waved.

I laughed. I knew that I had found friends again.

Irene continued on her list of people. "The only other person you know in this class is… well, it's… Noah Simpre."

Noah Simpre was my first and only crush. He and I briefly had a fling right before high school; at band camp, ironically enough.

Then he left, but not before leading me on a confused and fucked up emotional journey. I later found out that he was just using me, just experimenting. He wasn't really gay.

I don't think he really considered my feelings.

But that was the past… I hoped.

Irene saw my conflicted expression, but decided to throw in her opinion anyway; she really hadn't changed from Junior High. We easily fell back into our old friendships.

"He's still a dick, by the way."

We both laughed.

"No really," I asked her, "what is his power, besides being a dick."

"Well," she almost hummed, "he's an electropath, just like Royal Pain. Do you know about Royal Pain?"

I shook my head, and she went a short tirade, lowering her voice after the bell rang. "Well, they have the power to control electricity and machines and those things. But Royal Pain was a hardcore villain, and she tried to take over the school freshman year. A bunch of sidekicks and Will Stronghold 'saved the day,'" she mimed with her fingers, "and basically dissolved the Hero/sidekick boundaries."

By the time Irene had finished telling me this, Mrs. Powell was up at her podium.

"Welcome back to another school year," she began. "I hope that you'll all start the year out right by staying diligent with your class-work. I'd like to collect your summer homework immediately, but decorum reminds me to introduce our new student." She gestured in my direction. "Meet Gabriel Sina."

Irene beamed; Sven began clapping with crazy abandon; and Noah turned his head towards me, slowly raising one eyebrow.

The rest of the class merely looked me over, and then turned their attention back to Mrs. Powell, who was busy reprimanding Sven.

"Don't clap so loudly, Mr. Cackle. It distracts the brain waves, as you should well know." She glared at him sternly over her glasses.

The rest of the class seemed to pass rather quickly. I was assigned about twenty books to read, those that the class had covered in the past two years. Then I was assigned their summer reading ("Ethan Frome"), given work for that book, and then class was immediately assigned copies of "The Scarlet Letter." This class looked like it was going to kick my ass, as the syllabus had eight other books.

It looked like I had enough books to read for the next year.

The bell rang, and I turned to Irene.

"Well, what do you have fourth period?" I asked.

She smiled. "I have Woodwind lessons. It's just me, the music teacher, and three other students. I've learned how to play piccolo and tenor sax, I get so much attention. Aren't you still playing the flute?" she asked.

I nodded. "Yeah, but I've taught myself to play piccolo and oboe, sort of. But I have music lessons next too, so maybe it'll be better."

She nodded, and we walked to class together.

Dear Diary,

Haha, I bet you didn't realize that I'd be bringing you to school with me! But don't worry; you are completely safe in my backpack. Unless you have a tendency to spontaneously implode. That would not be considered safe.

Anyways, I'm sitting here in Music Class; the teacher is busy working with some boy playing saxophone, and I don't feel like working on this solo he just assigned me. I don't think it's bad that I'm not working on it; Irene is ignoring her solo and is doing homework for Mad Science.

Irene… I can't believe that she goes to school here.

It seems like nothing has changed between us. We still get along great. We've fallen into our old friendship groves. She rants and I listen and laugh. She really is funny when she gets all worked up. Of course, in the past, she didn't control giant icicles and water waves to fuck some people up.

She started ranting about the normal things on our way to fourth period. They have really long breaks in between classes here. I mean, I could have left class, taken a shit, gone to my locker, taken another shit, and still made it to class on time. Granted, I don't like using school bathrooms, and I don't normally have to shit twice in less than ten minutes. So, I doubt I'll ever do that.

Anyways, Irene was ranting about the normal things: boys, schoolwork, boys, her grandmother, and boys.

I already knew every boy that she had dated since she last saw me, and she even pointed them out in the halls if we saw them. There was this one boy…

His name was Warren Peace, she said. They started met at Homecoming her freshman year; by the spring semester, they had broken up. Irene said that the differences in their powers made things weird for them, though opposites do tend to attract. She also said that he went "ish" around her, so she broke things off.

Plus, she had eyes for her ex-boyfriend.

Again.

Anyways, Warren Peace… she pointed him out in the hall.

Oh.

My.

God.

Phwoar.

Just, wow.

I couldn't believe she broke up with him.

I don't think she can believe it either, though she is quite happy with her boyfriend now.

His name is David "Sexiest Man on Earth" Tudeski.

Well, that's how Irene introduced the two of us. She introduced me as Gabriel, also known as Gabe, "the most awesome and bestest and gayest friend" Sina.

So yeah.

But no, David is really perfect for Irene. Think Edward from that Twilight series; you know, followed by New Moon and Eclipse. Ironically enough, I just finished reading the last one. And wow. Just wow.

So, onward with the David description.

He basically is just like the vampire that Stephenie Meyer described; he's gorgeous, he's understanding, he's patient, and he's completely devoted to Irene. And Irene is completely devoted to him.

Like, it's perfect.

Except that he's not a vampire. He's just uber strong and fast and stuff.

And he's not immortal.

Or a mind-reader.

So yeah…

Anyways, I should end this AMAZING second entry, because I really should start working on this solo. I don't know if I have to play it at the end of class or what. Also, Irene might not be practicing because she is such a damn good player that she can sight read it. I'm not that good, Diary.

I know, you're amazed.

Until next time, Diary!