They filed into the gymnasium, settling in their seats in the bleachers. Suddenly, a flash of light filled the air and a comet whizzed through the double doors, settling over the podium where it transformed into Principal Powers. That got even the freshmen to shut up.
"Hello and welcome back to Sky High." She said, smiling. "This year, there have been a few instrumental changes made in the structure of the Super world, following events that transpired at last year's Homecoming. In the past years, on the first day of school, students were determined to be either a hero or a sidekick based on their powers, and on the last day, a hero paired with a sidekick. This will no longer be so. Every one of you has the power to be a hero, no matter what your power. We are all supers. Therefore, classes will no longer be split up into 'hero' and 'sidekick'. While this is a big change, it is a necessary one, and one we are all very pleased with. And on that note, I hope that you all will have a super year here at Sky High. Comet, away!" And with that, Principal Powers once again whizzed out the doors.
With the principal gone, Coach Boomer took the floor. He had no need for a microphone. "Alright, ya pansies, listen up!" He barked. "Because there's no more power placement, there's new schedules for everyone. So, everyone line up to receive your classes. Understood?" There was some half-hearted mumbling as half of the body slowly started to stand up. Boomer stared at them critically. "I said, understood?" He yelled, proving once again why his name was Boomer.
"Yes sir!" Everyone shouted in unison, immediately lining up in front of the podium.
Will shuffled his way up the line until he finally reached Boomer. The Coach looked at him. "Will Stronghold." He remarked, looking through his pile and pulling out a piece of paper.
"Y-yes sir." Will stammered.
"Well Stronghold, you certainly must remember your first day here." Coach Boomer said.
"Yes sir." Will answered. It had been one of the worst days of his life.
"Maybe there is something to this whole new changed system after all." Coach Boomer mused. "I made you a sidekick, but now look! You've got two hero powers kid! Top of the class!" Boomer clapped Will on the back. "See you in save the citizen."
"You betcha." Will said, quickly moving out of the way as another student was herded up to Boomer.
The lunchroom was filled with students of all shapes, sizes, and powers, all buzzing around and jockeying for a table. Will and his friends didn't have any problem with this though. Nobody, not even the clueless freshmen were brave, or stupid, enough to sit at their table. They had saved the whole entire school. That was the tough guy table, the cool kid table.
"Man, this year is gonna be rough!" Zach said, sitting down and setting down his tray with much clatter.
"You think you have it bad." Warren grumbled, not even looking up "Guess what I've got? Public Image."
"Woah, that sucks man." Will said. "Wait, what is Public Image?"
"It's a class where the enrolled students learn to deal with how to be a hero in the modern world, color coordination, working with the government, making speeches, public appearances, and the like." Ethan explained.
"You hear that?" Warren said. "A class on color coordination."
"It's really not that bad." Abby said. "I mean, at least it'll be an easy A."
"It's the stupidest class they could have possibly come up with." Warren persisted. "And I'm stuck in it."
"Hey, yeah, speaking of classes man," Zach put in, shuffling his tray and looking all over at once, "History of Supers sounds like it's going to be hard this year. You wouldn't happen to have any old papers you'd like to pass down, would you?" He asked hopefully. Before Warren could answer, Magenta laughed.
"Like Warren ever did any work." Warren glared at her.
"Oh yeah." Zach said, looking defeated. Warren glared at him too. "Abby?" Zach asked, smiling.
"Nope, sorry." She answered, quickly glancing up at him. "My essays are too good to be copied." Zach looked crestfallen.
"Zach, I hope you wouldn't really copy." Layla said, looking at him reproachfully. "Especially since the class hasn't even started yet."
"Oh, I mean, no way, I mean, like," Zach quickly stuttered.
"I mean, I'm sure Abby will still help you though, if you're having trouble. Won't you Abby?" She asked, turning towards her.
"Oh, sure." Abby said, flashing a smile at Zach.
"Phew." Zach said, sighing and closing his eyes.
"We can start up our study sessions again." Layla said, smiling, returning to her lunch.
"Those were particularly enjoyable." Ethan nodded, as the others murmured in agreement.
"It'll be easier now, since we'll all actually have pretty much the same homework." Will said. Last year, he and Layla had been supers, but the others hadn't. That had made doing homework together . . . uh . . . difficult.
"Warren and Abby, you guys should come to more of them this year too." Layla said. "Or, I mean, you could make one of you own, with just you two." She trailed off, as both Warren and Abby glared at her. She sighed, realizing she had been a little obvious. "Or not." She hastened. "I mean, that way Abby can help Zach at the same time. And Warren, now you and Abby can do the same homework, so it's not like you'll be by yourself."
"Doing homework with a bunch of sophomores and Abby. Sounds like fun." Warren muttered.
But, Abby said "We'll come." nodding. Warren stared at her.
"We will?" He asked.
"Well, I'm coming, and I know you will too. You went to even more of them last year than I did. Plus, that way you can copy my answers more than five minutes before class." Warren scowled, having been figured out.
"Well, you guys are gonna need all the help you can get anyway." Warren grumbled.
"Wha- what do you mean?" asked Will.
"Freshman year is a cake walk." Warren stated. "You have to actually do stuff sophomore year."
"Yeah, that was a bit of a problem for Warren." Abby said nonchalantly, but with a smile lurking on her face.
"Shut up Princess." Warren said.
"Will," Layla said, putting a hand on his arm. "You've got your power now. You've got two of them. You don't have to worry. You're going to do fine."
"Oh, yeah." Will said. "Thanks Layla."
Will walked down the hallway, Layla by his side, the others ambling along behind him. They were all involved in their own conversation, but Will was concentrating on finding his way to his next class. Suddenly, he looked up, and there was Mr. Boy. He looked the same as ever.
"Hey Mr. Boy!" Will said.
"Why hello Will. It's certainly nice to see you. Back for another year, eh?"
"Uh, yes sir, I guess I am."
"Well that's good, that's very good. I myself am back too for another year. You may have noticed that there is no longer a hero support track?"
"Uh, yes, I did notice that."
"Well, now I teach the introductory to your powers and beginners gadgets courses. Yep. You wouldn't happen to be taking any of those classes, now would you?"
"Uh," Will consulted his schedule. "No, sir I don't think I am."
"Ah well then. Well, but, if you ever find yourself in need of any advice, counseling, extra help, or just want to talk, well, you know where to find me. Feel free to stop by. I can always make time for Will Stronghold."
"Will do sir."
"Well, good, good. Tell your mother I said hello, now would you Will? Goodbye now. Layla. Ethan. Zach." Mr. Boy walked away, still nodding to himself.
