Summary: Hayley Stevens was perfectly average until a strange butterfly encounter in the woods changes her life forever. Does she have what it takes to be a super-hero, or will she fall like so many before her have? WarrenxOC

Disclaimer: I do not own Sky High. That's it.

Previously: I suddenly felt extremely lightheaded as my vision began to cloud around the edges. Before I could even fully process what was happening I was lying in a heap on my bed. I had passed out. Again.


Chapter Three: Dorsal

When I awoke the next morning you could say I was more than a little confused. My alarm was blaring, and when I went to turn it off all I was met with was air. I tried a few more times only to fail before I finally opened my bleary eyes. My room looked strangely different, as if everything had been moved down, and there was this weird fluttering noise that wouldn't go away.

As my body became more aware of the fact that this was not normal, my mind started to lose the fuzzy haze that had been surrounding it. I sat up and looked down, only to realize that I was six feet up in the air, hovering above my bed. I let out a scream but quickly slapped my hand over my mouth to silence myself before I alarmed someone, or woke up my brother.

Realizing that the fluttering noise was still going, I became rather annoyed. Looking around – while still sitting six feet in the air – I noticed that the noise seemed to be coming from behind me. Glancing back I saw something that blew my mind more than anything I'd ever experienced. What used to be tattoos the night before had somehow turned into actual wings!

My breath started to come in short gasps and I could feel the signs of a panic attack about to start, but I forced myself to calm down. I couldn't be a baby about this. I had to face this like a man. Well, figuratively speaking here. I had to face this like a wo-man. A little better.

I had to think. Yeah, so what if I had giant flapping wings that gave me the ability to fly? Who cares? No big deal. Right? Right… Wait. I could fly? How awesome is that? Some irrational side of me had always wanted to fly, and now I could do it. That had to outweigh some negative side-effect that was sure to come from this. Like… my family! What the heck was I supposed tell my family? Hey mom, how's it going? By the way, I have giant wings that magically sprout out of my back and give me the ability to fly. Yeah, that would go just peachy. Not.

I tried filling my mind with other thoughts, like how to get down from my freaking ceiling! That would definitely be a good place to start. How had I managed to get up here in the first place? Did I think happy thoughts or something? I laughed at my lame Peter Pan joke, feeling utterly lost.

After about ten wasted minutes of thinking of every completely ridiculous fairy tale explanation I finally decided to look at it %100 rationally. Maybe, like my muscles, I could control them. Just send a message with my brain and they would move.

Closing my eyes, I thought about getting them to move, willing them to bring me down. When I felt the air shift I let out an exclamation of surprise. It had worked. It had actually worked. I was slowly, but surely, being lowered until I was sitting back on my bed. The first thing that popped into my head was for me to kiss the ground, but I shoved it away. That could wait until after I could get the magical wings to disappear and for my life to step out of a bad Disney movie.

I tried to imagine them just kind of… growing back into my body. I thought of the tattoo I had seen on my back and the wings just fusing together with my skin, and after a minute I started to feel a weird tingle on my back. Turning to face the mirror, I saw that the wings were gone. Thank you sweet baby Jesus.

How was I supposed to hide this? I could never wear tank-tops again or anything with a revealing neckline or short sleeves. Oh God, I was about to become a little emo kid who only wore turtle-necks and really ugly faded sweat-shirts. Kill me. There had to be a way around this. I could always just tell people that I got a tattoo, but there's also the obvious problem of my mom and brother, and the fact that I seem to have a pretty crappy control over this stupid "power".

The more I thought about the whole problem the more obvious it became. I was going to have to tell my mother.


Yes, this is really short. Sorry. School's been harder than ever and only getting tougher. Seriously. It sucks. Anyways, I just wanted you all to know that I haven't given up on this story. It's just becoming incredibly impossible to write.

Also, this was less edited than normal, because I was in a rush to post this, so please forgive any errors.

Sincerely,

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~A-O-N~