Yes, it's a slight X-men crossover.
I got up the next morning and threw the covers off of my head and got out of bed to an unfamiliar room. Recalling the night before, I grimaced and looked down at my PJs. They were covered in moss and twigs, but the gray hoodie and sweats next to the bed appeared clean, so I changed into those and pulled on my blue sneakers that had been so courteously placed next to my bed. Not knowing where I was exactly, I walked down the hall, looking for a set of stairs. I finally found a set after falling down them, landing at the front door where my backpack lay. Terry, the vampire girl, walked out of the kitchen with what looked like raw bacon in her mouth, roughly kicking me out of the way and walking out the door. I got up and grabbed my bag, following her the mile or so to the bus stop for Sky High.
"Why am I even going to Sky High again?" I asked myself.
"Why should I know freshie?" Terry asked. Definitely not a morning person. I shrugged and watched the bus pull up, and I got on and walked to the back. I watched a girl with flowing green hair get on at the next stop, and then the bus drove off the cliff.
The bus landed and I hopped out of my open window, hitting the ground running as to get to my next class without being seen by either Lash or Warren. No such luck. Warren was standing directly in my path, both hands up in flames. Lash somehow got behind me, and snaked one of his arms around my stomach.
"Lashell Dayton, let me go!" I yelled, pulling at his arm but it wouldn't come off. Finally, I bent down and bit his arm (I figured I could wash out my mouth later) as hard as I could. Lash yelled and let go, leaving me to face Warren. One of the geeks, a kid with sound powers, started playing the theme from 'The good, the bad and the ugly'. I flexed all my fingers, then suddenly reached into my backpack and pulled out a squirt gun.
"What are you going to do? Squirt me?" Asked Warren. I nodded, and pumped. I pulled the trigger after about a minute of pumping, and shot a steady stream of red paste at Warren. It hit him in the chest, and I kept firing until he was nearly covered in the stuff.
"With ketchup, yes." I said, holstering the squirt gun on the side of my backpack and walking past Warren, who was trying to burn the ketchup off of him. He reached out and grabbed my arm with a grip that felt like he was trying to break it, drew me towards him, and whispered in my ear.
"Gym, you're dead." Warren hissed, and I couldn't help but shiver. He let go of me, and I high-tailed it out of there.
My first class was with a Mr. Boy, who was apparently the retired sidekick of the Commander. I ran into the classroom and got a seat just as he was finishing roll call.
"Clarke, Riley?" Asked Mr. Boy, and a kid in the front row with black and blonde hair raised a hand. "Keane, Frances?" Mr. Boy called, and a girl in the second row with purple hair raised a hand.
"Manning, Sarah?" A girl in the second row with bright red and gold hair raised a hand.
"Strong, Kara and Alara?" Two girls raised their hands from the third row. They looked like twins from what I could see.
"T-Turner, Caitlin?" Mr. Boy asked. I answered by flipping the guy off, wondering how I got on the roll call sheets. Fortunately for me, I was having better luck than earlier, because Mr. Boy somehow didn't see my middle finger. A girl next to me, with long gold and silver hair and platinum bangs leaned over and poked me on the side.
"Hi, I'm Preciosa. How are you?" She asked. I shrugged and pulled my earphones up, listening to Simple Plan. Then my luck ran out. Mr. Boy not only had seen me listening to music, he had also decided I was going to be the first to answer a question. He pointed to me, and I pulled off my headphones.
"Yeah?" I asked. He pointed to the problem on the board, well, actually it was a map. Schematics of the school.
"Map out a path to get from the gym to this room in less than two minutes. You can take as much time as you like." Said Mr. Boy. I came up with a sharpie, and located the gym, then started a path. It went through a small hallway towards the back of the gym I had never seen before, took a couple turns, and came out over my seat in the room. I looked, it was an air shaft.
"Very nice! You have mapped a path through the air shafts, a very good asset in a sidekick." Said Mr. Boy. I just growled and pulled my headphones up, walking back to my seat. Mr. Boy pointed back at me once I sat down, gesturing for me tu turn off my walkman. I did no such thing and pretended to clean my nails, setting my feet on my desk. Mr. Boy then began to wildly gesture for me to take off my headphones, which I finally decided to look up and take off my headphones.
"Yeah?" I asked for the second time that period, and the whole class broke out into laughter.
"Would you kindly leave the headphones off?" Asked Mr. Boy. I shrugged, and put my headphones back on, and just watched the rest of the lesson. The bell was a really annoying 'BRRRRRRRING', that went on for several minutes. I walked along the hall and saw Lash, Speed AND Warren all coming towards me. Warren had clumps of hair stuck together with ketchup residue, Lash's arm looked sore, and Speed looked like he wanted to break some necks. Wait a minute! I didn't do anything to Speed! Oh well. The same kid started playing the same song, and I pulled out the ketchup gun. Warren threw a fireball that was too big for me to dodge, and it melted my gun and I smelled burning hair. I looked at the singed ends of my hair, and gave Warren a death glare.
"DIE!" I yelled, grabbing a trashcan, running and hitting him upside the head with it. The trash can melted, and I backed away slowly.
"Hey babe, c'mere." Said Lash. I shook my head 'no', and he started to look pissed. "Look, I know you like me, admit it!"
"HOW MANY FUCKING FEET TO THE TESTICLES TO YOU NEED TO FIGURE OUT A GIRL DOESN'T LIKE YOU?" I yelled, and Lash turned redder than a beet. The color drained from his face, however, when I brought one foot up and kicked him in the nards. Speed was suddenly behind me, and he grabbed the unburnt side of my hair and tugged, and then he was gone. I turned, and he was behind me again, pulling my hair. I brought one elbow back, but it hit air. A sudden punch to the gut brought me to my knees, gasping for air. Warren walked up, both arms ablaze with a murderous look in his eyes.
"You. Will. Pay." Warren growled out.
"Shoot. What's that word again? Parsnip… Parsley… PARLAY!" I said, holding up both hands.
"Parlay?" Speed asked, suddenly behind me.
"According to the pirate's code, set down by Morgan and some other guy, you have to allow me safe passage to speak to your captain." I said. Warren let out a snort of laughter that sounded more like a dog barking, and Speed picked me up by the armpits.
"The captain is currently out cold because you kicked him so hard."