Storm Surge

Disclaimer: I don't' own anything…

HAPPY FOURTEENTH BIRTHDAY TO MEEEEE! Yay, hehe. This morning, as part of usual birthday routine, my Mom woke me up with "Happy Birthday" in Swedish, and gave me my morning present! I received "Extraordinary Machine," Fiona Apple's long awaited new CD! I'm so happy!

Thanks To:

Patiens-liberi: Advance Happy Birthday to you to! Also, Wicca as in the religion, not as in a band (LOL). About the lockers, I basing it as if it was my school and we have different sections for each grade, therefore you move into a new section each year. So yes, her locked "moved". Blessed be!

Grim-Pirate: Thanks! I will continue even if I die first. Hope you enjoy!

Justloveinreturn4: I'm glad you liked it, and here's your chapter. : )

Shinigami11: I know, isn't November awesome? Did you know Pablo Picasso was born in November? Yeah. Wicked, huh? I'm glad Senka isn't just another generic OC! Here's your chapter, so dig in!

Thaedras: I know? Isn't Warren so hot? (However, Senka is no Mary-Sue!) Thanks so much, I really hope you enjoy this. I'm glad you love my style!

Thanks, I love you guys! I love reviews! You can never have too many! Yay!

CHAPTER ONE: I STAND ALONE

You'd think that after last years "Hero-Support" rescue thing at Homecoming, Sidekicks like me would be treated better. However, not much has changed. It is just proof that people fear change, and therefore refuse to. But who ever said Rome was built in a day? All you can do is hope.

Homecoming was a nightmare for me! I was there stag (just like every year) and Warren had a date. Turns out, he was only going with Layla to make Will Stronghold jealous for her, which was a relief. Sadly, all was lost. I was standing three feet from Warren, and had finally worked up the courage to ask him to dance. I started walking over when he grabbed Crystal Shields hand, and started to dance with HER! I was so furious, and so crushed at the same time. If he wants a girl like Crystal, then I'll never have a chance.

Thing is, I'm not exactly what you would call pretty. (At least, compared to Crystal!) I guess I'm… average? I have midnight hair, which is sort of curly, but not in a frizzy way. It's more wavy than curly, really. It falls a few inches below my shoulders, and I normally wear the part sideways. My eyes are Aquarian blue, shocking and they stick out. I'd have to say they're my best feature. My skin is really light, and I have some freckles across my nose, and they REALLY stand out. My lips, thankfully, are not thin but full. I'm 5'4, and I feel so small compared to the rest of the world. I try to wear shoes that make me taller, but I can't really pull them off. (So I stick to Converse) I hate to say it, but I'm a bit pudgy. In fact, let's just say I don't have washboard abs. I wouldn't call myself fat, though. I normally wear band tee shirts (almost all the time) and I wear nothing but jeans unless I have Band Concert. So as I said, I'm hideous compared to Crystal.

Now that we've established that I have no chance once-so-ever with Warren, let's please not dwell on it, because it's very depressing. Are we clear? Good.

I start my Junior Year at Sky High tomorrow, and butterflies flitter in my stomach and then they turn into little biting moths. I never get any sleep the night before school starts, so I might as well not bother. I've learned to give into my chronic insomnia.

The Next Morning….

"SENKA LUCINE POE!" my mother shouted, since I had forgotten to set my alarm clock. I sighed, rolling over in my bed. I did not feel like going anywhere today. "I SAID GET UP NOW!"

"COMING!" I shouted back, getting up. The clock read seven-twenty, so I had until eight. I went to my closet and threw on a Soviettes tee and my written-on jeans. My shoes were the same as ever, my poor-in-condition camouflage Converse. I walked like a zombie into the bathroom and began my daily ritual of brushing my teeth, brushing my hair, using the loo, and applying my minimal amounts of make-up. I almost fell asleep going down the steps (I'm always tired, yet can't sleep), and I almost dropped my face into my oatmeal. I managed not to, and grabbed my backpack and headed out the door.

I hate riding the bus. It's noisy, people smoke, people make-out (get a room, please), it's crowded, and it's evil. In my freshman year, I can't tell you how many times people sat on me!

"Hey Spooky." Said Charlie Emitt, who is at my bus stop. Why he calls my Spooky, I will never know.

"Hey Charlie." I replied dully. He gave me a look, and shrugged. One by one, my bus stop filled with people. They included: several freshman, Hanna Charleston, Warren, Lisa Jordan, Oberon Mitchell, Kaye Fiennes, Benji and Xenia Fearch, and Abram Wilder. Of course, I'm there too.

"Oi! Bus!" Kaye shouted as the bright yellow bus with the number 65 that stood out in bold pulled up to the curb. We all shuffled to make a discombobulated line and we pushed and shoved our way through the doors. As usual, I ended up last in line. Thank Gods Charlie saved me a seat.

If I had to name one person as my friend, then I'd have to pick Charlie. He's always there for me. When I'm down, he tells me his stupid yet funny jokes. When I've got a bad grade (or one I'm not happy with) he's there to tell me it could be worse. When I don't have a seat on the bus, he saves me one. What can I say? I guess I just got lucky, huh?

"How's it been going?" Charlie asked.

"Eh, so so. Brad and Drew are as crazy as ever, and Mom bugs me as much as ever. You?" I replied.

"It's been blah. Riley beats me up, as usual." He replied dryly.

"You only have to be there until you graduate." I told him. "That's this year and next, and you're free."

"It seems to take longer the closer I get." He said, and I snorted.

"Sorry!" I shouted, throwing my hands up in surrender. "It was funny… at the moment."

Charlie shook his head.

"Whatever."

"Hey! It was!" I poked him in the arm.

"I never said it wasn't." he returned the poke.

"I'm not talking to you." I pouted and turned towards the isle. My nose touched the nose of a certain Warren Peace. I yelped and jumped back, almost squishing Charlie.

"Watch it," Warren growled.

"I didn't do it on purpose!" I argued. "And you should watch where you stick your nose."

Warren's eyebrow quirked up, gazing at me with his intense and dark eyes with a look of disbelief. I could drown in those eyes…

And then the bus landed. I sighed, and stood up. I walked off the bus, and Charlie and I began to walk up the front steps. I ran into a fellow sidekick, Magenta. She can turn into a guinea pig.

"Hey Senka!" she said.

"Uh, hi?" I replied unsurely, since I've only known her for a little while.

"I want you to meet my friends," she beckoned me over to where she was previously. There stood the famous Will Stronghold, some kid named Ethan who melts, "Zack Attack" AKA the glowing Gangsta-Wannabe, Happy-Go Layla, and Warren Peace.

"This is Senka Poe, and…" Magenta's voice trailed off.

"Charlie Emitt." Charlie introduced himself.

"It's nice to meet you." I added.

Out of nowhere, a hand grabbed my butt. I spun around to see a stretched out hand go back to its owner. I couldn't believe it. Lash was back? I thought he got stuck in the permanent detention room or whatever?

"Could you hold on one second?" I told Magenta and the others. "I have to go make sure Lash learns to keep his HANDS TO HIMSELF!"

I shouted in Lash's general direction, and marched over to where I knew he was. He was leaning against the wall, slick as ever, and smirked when he saw me approach.

"Hey Senka." He grinned, stretching his arms to draw me close to him. I squirmed away.

"Why are you here?" I demanded. "Why aren't you with Royal Pain?"

"I convinced a few important people that I was going through a phase." Lash replied smugly.

I was literally seething. The skies were blackening with storm clouds. Lash looked up to the sky, and was pelted with heavy raindrops.

"I didn't know I was making you that mad." He laughed.

"Well you are. Why couldn't you just stay away?" I exclaimed.

"Isn't it obvious? I missed you too much." Lash was just getting started, but I turned away on my heel with a 'humpf'.

"That damn Lash!" I mumbled under my breath as I made my way to my new locker in the Junior Section. I stalked up to locker number 345 and began twirling in my combination.

"Thirty-Six…Six…Thirty-Eight…" I finished and pulled up on the thinger-ma-bob and it opened. That had never happened to me before, getting my locker open on the first try. I then proceeded to cram my things into the locker. It didn't work so well.

"Damn!" I shouted angrily when my things exploded back out at me. I quickly looked around, but spotted no teachers. "Retarded lockers and not fitting my things inside of them!"

"Insane?" asked a voice, and I looked up to meet the beautiful eyes of Warren for about the third time in the past hour.

"H-Hi W-Warren!" I squeaked, cringing at my stutter. I said the first thing that came to my mind. "Read any ginormous Russian books lately?"

Bad thing to say, I know. But I couldn't think if anything else! I could have hit myself, and I do believe I did.

"Are you making fun of my name?" Warren asked, his voice low and creepy and a little bit scary.

"Oh, you heroes and your temperaments!" I laughed shakily. I was loosing my nerve having Warren this close. My hormones were on the fritz! Seriously, they were going haywire on me. I quickly grabbed my things up off the floor, stuffing them back into my locker.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to Mr. Boy's classroom!" I rushed off towards my Homeroom class. Mr. Boy is always my homeroom teacher. As in, every year. (Oddly enough)

I've never been fond of the first day of school. It's just always so boring. You go to your classes and do nothing but listen to the teachers talk about their syllabus and stuff. It's all really very dull. I spent most of my day fuming at the thought of Lash here again. He's repeating his Senior Year!

The thing between Lash and me started last year. I guess it's because I grew boobs, maybe? I don't know why exactly. At first, I thought it was exciting, a senior paying so much attention to shy old me! But then it got a little scary; it was like he was stalking me, almost. Lash and I went out for while, actually. When we broke up, he seriously was stalking me. I thought I was free when the incident with Royal Pain occurred and he was part of it. It just goes to show that you should never assume anything.

This year, we're doing the oddest thing. To prepare us for working with Superheroes, they're pairing up Sidekicks and Heroes during Save the Citizen. I was so nervous; I got paired with Warren (someone is just trying to make me choke). My nerves were wrecked. Boomer called me down from the stands, and we fought Devola Smith and Emelie Dean. Devola is telekinetic and a telepath mixed together, and Emelie can turn herself colors of the rainbow.

The clock started, and Devola started mind-pelting Warren before anything else. You could tell because he was clutching his head in pain. Emelie and I just stared at each other. For the heck of it, Emelie flashed colors, and it kind of dazzled me for a moment.

"Sorry, Emma." I apologized in advance.

"It's okay. I don't like Devola anyway." Emelie shrugged.

I closed my eyes, conjuring up the powers of a storm. The world grew dark, and the sound of a train could be heard. I think I accidentally conjured up a tornado!

………………….

Oops.

Shadows formed everywhere, and a small cyclone appeared. It only reached my hip, thank the Gods. Devola's attention was torn away from Warren and a scream erupted from her. Warren simply stood there, breathing heavy and still clutching his head like it was a lifeline or something. I glanced at the clock; we only had thirty seconds left.

"Shit," I grumbled under my breath. "I can't believe I have to save the damn citizen."

Sighing, I melded into the shadows. I flew towards the citizen at top speed. I positioned myself for a jump, and flung myself forward, coming out of shadow form, grabbing the citizen a few seconds before it got cut into one million pieces. I landed on the gym floor with a thump.

Everything was silent when the buzzer that signaled the end of the game sounded. I used this opportunity to will the tornado to unwind, and the clouds to retreat. Out of nowhere, many of the sidekicks (including Emelie) began to clap and whistle profusely. Most people in my situation would wave or something of the such, however, I did not. I just wished everyone would stop. I hate attention.

"Team Peace wins." Boomer announced, in some sort of a trance. I bolted out of that gym as fast as my legs could carry me. By the time I was outside, my sides were burning and my hands were on my knees.

"Hey!" a voice shouted from behind me. "Wait up!"

I turned my head, and saw that it was Warren. My breath caught in my throat. Why was he here? Why did he follow me? Since I couldn't possibly run anymore, even if I tried, he managed to catch up to me.

"Nice job during Save the Citizen." He congratulated me, and I swear I saw a hint of a smile from him.

"Er, thanks?" I replied, unsure of what to say. Around Warren, I was never sure as to what to say. I get all tongue-tied and it bugs me. Well, either that or my mind practically goes blank. It's like, poof! And my thoughts are gone.

"Hoe come you're a sidekick?" he inquired.

"Because I pissed off Coach Boomer during power placement and he threw me into the castoff pile." I informed him, and he nodded in comprehension.

"Well, er, have a nice day." He offered, and we walked back up to the school together. From there, I went off to the rest of my classes.

The rest of the day (while short) whizzed past me like I was standing on the sidewalk and it was NASCAR. Before I knew it, I was walking home from my bus stop. With a sigh, I opened the door.

"I'm home!" I shouted. No one answered, of course. Everyone was at work, as usual. I went on with my normal routine, and sat around until 5:00 and then started dinner. I finished just as Brad and Drew, my brothers, walked through the door.

"Thanks!" their voices echoed in unison, and they resumed to stuff their faces with fish. Mom got home two hours later, as usual. Everything was it's usual pedestrian day.

As I laid down in bed that night, I had no idea what life was about tom toss my way.

There is was! I hope you all enjoyed it.

Chapter Two: Smile When Your Heart is Breaking

Due: November 18th, 2005

Until then, my friends, au revior!

-Kevan!