Just try to be patient; it's character development, I swear. Setting the scene and junk. Please r&r!
Blowin' Smoke-2-
"Super"
The door opened just as I had begun to relax in my hospital bed. A shrewd-looking blonde woman entered. Everyone at this school was "shrewd". I think I was overusing the word.
"Miss Ionic?" She smiled at me, moving over to my bed and holding a clipboard.
"I really didn't mean to do that!" I blurted, quickly.
She nodded. "I know you did not, which is why we have deemed it appropriate…Oh what am I saying, my name is Mrs. Carmen Baxtor and I am in the admissions office."
My first thought was that they were going to kick me out, but then I remembered what Warren/Lauren had said, so I kept my mouth shut and watched her blonde curls bounce as she spoke, standing in front of my bed. She was very fake-nice.
"We did think it best to move you down to side-kick for the year, is that alright?"
I nodded, meekly. What was I supposed to say? I was only here because dad pushed so hard anyway, I couldn't let him down now.
"Good. Well then, you just rest up and I'll-"
"Oh, I'm okay." I assured her, quickly. "I can go."
She raised an eyebrow, but then nodded. "Very well, I'll show you to your class."
We walked down the corridors of the school, as they were empty, everyone was already in classes. Second to last period, great. I missed practically the entire day! The woman with the bounce-curls opened to door to a room and announced me to a class and teacher. He was short, rather bald and rather fat. He was a funny little man, to look at, at least.
"Miss Baxtor, how nice of you to join us." His voice was high and squeaky, like any stereotype would have placed. "Please sit." And he indicated to a seat in the front. I hated the front. I always felt right in the middle of everything. So, instead of going to sit where he pointed, I made my way to the back, in a seat in the corner. This, I later realize, probably did not do wonders for my already tarnished "image". Everyone probably thought I tried to kill that girl. Great.
I slunk down beside some kid who was a little dorky, but in a cute way. His brown hair covered the front of his face in an awkward, I-just-wanna-let-everyone-know-it-was-not-my-choice-to-cut-my-hair sorta way. He looked over at me and gave me a half-smile. I returned it; grateful anyone would even look at me. I know I wouldn't have. The teacher began on about particles of some sort.
"K.C." He whispered, introducing himself. I went to tell him my name, but just then I heard the squeaky voice uncomfortably loud.
"Miss Ionic, if you'd be so kind as to refrain from flirting until class is over?" The class gave a snicker and I glared, hoping that the hotness in my cheeks was just a figment of my imagination.
"Whatever." I mumbled, pulling out my notebook as I begun doodling in it. My picture started out as a horse, than morphed into a dog-cat thing, so I gave it wings and myself creative license to call in a made-up creature. I looked up when I felt a touch to my arm and saw K.C., who had apparently been trying to catch my attention for a while. He gestured to the picture and grinned. I shrugged off the compliment, and put my notebook away, hiding a smile as I did.
The bell rang and we were all released. I began to dig in my backpack for my schedule outside the classroom.
"Hey, you don't need it." I heard K.C. say.
"Huh?" I asked, rising up.
"Yeah, all kids go to the assembly room, I dunno why. C'mon, I'll show you." He offered.
"How'd you know what I was looking for, you a physic?"
"Naw," He grinned, "I just know what it feels like to be lost."
"Alright kids." A voice less-then-pleasant shot as a woman entered the assembly hall. "Welcome to the newest idea of Sky High. We're starting a new trend. All the sidekicks get heroes, so the activities will involve a more steady team-work. The sidekick and hero will work together in all physical activities. The heroes will switch sidekicks every term, got it?" Her red hair was pulled too tight in it's ponytail, and her fish lips contained too much makeup. The online trailer for "Doom V" kept flashing in my head.
"So we gotta get some loser sidekick?" A boy yelled, as I looked back at him with the rest of the seated kids. He was blonde and fairly good-looking, but he was one of those boys who knew it.
"Yes, Mr. Moncheli, you get some "loser sidekick" who'll no doubt save your scrawny neck over and over and over again. Now shut it!" She bellowed. I smiled with satisfaction. Teachers were never allowed to say that in my old school. "Now, I'm gonna read the names aloud." And she began.
I barely registered any of them; I didn't really know any kids, any way. I heard Will's name called and he was paired with a girl, I think, but I couldn't be sure. It was one of those weird, universal names. Terri, or Sam, or Robin…
"…With Ionic…" I sat up to hear. I spun to K.C.
"Who'd they put me with?"
He looked over at me, a look of ironic doom on his face. "Warren Peace."
I instantly wondered if one could request a change in people. Thank the lord he didn't know my name yet, I hoped. I wanted to cry.
"Great." I heard from K.C. "I'm with Grayson."
"Who?" I asked.
"A senior." He replied, monotone. "She's an amazing student and nothing to look at." I let out a giggle. He grinned. "I didn't think you could laugh."
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We were supposed to meet our "heroes" after the assembly, but I was defiantly not up to it. Unfortunately, the bouncy-haired woman caught me, showing over to where the heroes were, all looked disappointed that they had to have a sidekick at all. It was all set up in the gym.
"All heroes and sidekicks will now have a chance to show each other their powers," We were informed by an exceedingly loud Couch Boomer. I tried to keep my head down and just sit. My guy didn't seem like the kinda guy who'd go out of his way to find you; so hiding was my best bet. That, like the rest of my plans today, was not going to happen. The loud couch located me. "Who do you… hey wait, you're the girl with the smoke. Right over here, with Warren Peace." He grinned as he grabbed my arm and practically shoved me into a crowd of kids. One of the boys tried to grab me.
"Leggo!" I yelled, tearing away.
"What're ya gonna do, blow smoke at me?" He asked, smirking as his buddies joined in, poking me. I could feel the carbon monoxide leaving my body, but they hadn't seen it yet. Suddenly, one began to choke. He must have had a particularly low tolerance to it.
"What the hell…"He coughed, swatting in vain at the vacant air around him.
"Get off." I commanded the one holding my arm, and he too began to cough, and then did. I stomped away. I hated my "power". What it did to me, waking up in dreams and choking on invisible gases, but I will tell this, it was nice to be listened to once in awhile.
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"Hey, you, girl!" I heard from the stands. Warren (I guess I don't have to add the Lauren in now, cause I knew his full name) sat on the lowest step, legs on the ground. "Someone's got a bad sense of humor." I heard him growl.
"Whatever." I shot back. "I think I know what you do by now."
"Likewise."
"Good." I turned to go.
"Hey, girl, you gonna tell me your name, or am I suppose to look like an idiot tomorrow in gym?"
"You're supposed to look like an idiot." I sneered back, over my shoulder.
"Well, I ain't one." He rose. He was pretty tall, now that I unfortunately stood between him and what he wanted.
"Hey!" I heard a faintly familiar voice. It was the girl I had knocked out, and behind her were some other nasty looking Goths, nose-rings, the whole bit. I decided her and Warren would make an excellent pair. She glared out of her caked mascara and stringy, black-dyed hair. Once upon a time, it must have been a pretty blonde or light brunette, before she decided to become what so many people loved now, obsessed with death and black. "You're dead, girl." Surprise, surprise. She stood in front of me, opposite Warren. I was kinda trapped between a rock and a hard place. A flame and a Goth place. I found that it would have been funnier, had it not been true. I spun back around to Warren. Less of two evils, right?
"Robbie-gottago." And shoved my way past him, heading through the crowd to the door, and hoping that they wouldn't care enough to follow.
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The day was over and it was time to go home (I had hid on the roof up till that point.), so everyone boarded the buses and I managed one that had as few peole as possible on it. Know one talked to me.
I got home to our ranch and my dad was waiting for me. "How was it, sweetie?" He hugged me. "How's being a superhero?"
I smiled and lied, "Super."
Oooo- I have an idea, how about you review now? Huh? WOW! Original!