Sky High: Because You Saw Me

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any of her friends and family.

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Also, as many will notice in the last chapters there are sentences with no " ", that's because they were thoughts but the color didn't show up.

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START Chapter 3: Bad Des

It's been about five minuets since the Principal left the detention room, and it's been total silence except Des's gum popping.

"Will you stop that?" Warren asks his eyes closed with his head on the desk.

"I c-cant stand be-being in here, it's t-too white."

"Should've just ignored her then."

"So how's your d-dad?"

Warren sits up and glares at her.

"I get it, shut up." Warren lays his head back down.

Des's leg taps on the floor, her fingers drumming on the table. She looks in her pocket for a sharpie but only finds a pencil. She sighs and begins to draw on the desk. Warren looks to her.

"She'll give you another detention for that."

Des growls scribbling the eraser on the desk, and crosses her arms sitting back. She then begins to look around the floor area for a vent, and finds it to be on the ceiling.

Des pulls her desk over to the vent and stands on the chair reaching for it but couldn't.

"Are you really that short?" Warren asks getting up, "Move." He tells her, about to step up on the chair. "You do know this will be another detention."

"D-does it natter? - Blah, matter?"

Warren answers by getting up on the chair and jumps up pushing the vent cover up.

"I'll boost you."

Keep your mind out of the gutter Des.

Des gets up on the chair with him. Warren cups his hands and Des puts her left foot in, with her hands on his shoulders.

"We got one chance, got it?" Warren receives a nod. "Ready?"

"Um-hum."

"Go."

Warren boosts her up, Des catches herself and he pushes her up by her butt.

"Oy!"

"Shut up."

Des crawls into the vent and looks down at him.

"Lunchbox." She points to under her chair.

Warren squats and pulls the lunchbox from under her chair and shoves it up at her. Des smiles taking the lunchbox, and moves out of the way so he could get up into the vent. Des smiles to herself and tells herself to shut up.

"Should've asked this before but, what do you suggest we do?" Warren sits on the other side of the vent opening putting the cover back on.

"G-go home."

"How?"

"Fly." Des turns and begins crawling through the vent levitating the lunchbox in front of her. "D-don't s-s-stare at m-my butt."

"Don't flatter yourself."

She does have a nice one though.

They both stop hearing the bell ring signaling the end of the period. The hall below them fill with people, Des continues moving, Warren following behind her. After a few feet the bell rings again showing the start of another class.

"I'm go-gonna phase us th-through, kay?" Des tells him turning the little space.

"Sure."

Des touches his shoulder and phases through the vent into the empty hallway. She looks out the window seeing they were in the front of the building, she could tell cause that's where the busses parked. Ron was swinging a broom around pretending that he was fighting invisible bad guys, till be breaks one of the windows on his own bus. Des smiles and begins down the stairs. Des looks at Warren following her, and then he answers her silent question of why he was following her.

"You got me out of the detention room, what else am I gonna do?"

'Alarm will sound if door is opened' hmm…I phase through the door leaving Warren inside. He reads the sign on the door and smirks looking back at me. Reading his lips he orders for me to faze him though the door. I grin as him and his face turns completely serious and tells me again to faze him through the door.

I look behind me hearing a door open and close, then footsteps. I look back to her and she's gone! No, she's fucking with me, she's there; she's just invisible. 'I'm the only friend you got here Des, don't- she reaches through and pulls me outside. I hear her giggle and was about to rip away from my arm out of her touch till I seen Boomer standing at the door looking out the window. He turns and leaves back up the stairs; Des lets go of me and begins laughing.

"That wasn't funny, you almost got us caught."

"But did we?"

"That's not the point." Warren follows her as she walk towards the edge of the ground.

"Hand." Des tells Warren who gives her a look. "I'm n-not hitting o-on you."

"Sure you're not. If you wanted to hold my hand you could've just asked." Warren says quazi-faciously taking her hand. (Quah-zee—faci-ous-ly. My English teacher said is a half joking tone, something like that. I can't spell it and I don't have a dictionary at the moment.)

Warren blinks a few times moistening his eyes then stares at Des.

"You shouldn't be allowed to fly." Warren begins to walk down the street next to her, and again answers her silent question to him following her. "Nothing else better to do and I don't want to be there when my mother gets the call from Powers. You love here?"

"Um-hum." Des answers pulling keys from her pocket.

Warren looks at the old Victorian like house, black and white with a large tree in the middle of the front yard. Des leads him into the house while looking around for her brother, Dave, and finds him in the kitchen.

"What are you doing home? Who is he?" Dave looks to Warren.

"I g-gotted in tt-to a flight-fight."

"Already? With you?"

"Benny."

"Benny?" Dave questions.

"Penny." Warren corrects her.

"Who are you?" Dave asks.

"Warren, my bruder Dave. Where's t-the left over p-p-p-p-ow!" Des rubs her arm where Dave pinched her, closing the fridge.

"I ate it for lunch." Dave looks to Warren, "When ever she stutters like that, pinch her. It seems to be working." Dave answers the phone on its third ring. "Yellow? I'm he… Oh, she did?" Dave covers the phone. "Did she start it?" Des nods a yes. "About the stuttering?" she nods again. "Yes, I'm here." Dave tells her and covers the phone again. "Get Deicide." He tells Des and she leaves out the kitchen. "Well, here's how I see it Powers, my sister isn't a punching bag and by now I imagine she's sick of people's shit because she stutters. It's a deficiency ya know? If a blind kid was getting harassed and started swinging his walking stick and hit one of them would you put him in detention for defending himself?" Dave tries not to laugh as Des comes back in a pops a CD into the space maker above the counter and skips to a song, and fast-forwards some of it. "No, I'm not done." Dave holds the phone to the little speaker and cranks it.

Warrens smirk turns into a smile at the mental image of Powers falling off her chair due to the sudden screaming of Death Metal. The music goes off and Dave hangs up on Powers.

"Well, since you're home now. I'll take you to get you're shit." Dave says.

They leave out the door Dave getting into a black truck, Des climbing into the passenger side.

"I'll see you tomorrow." Warren tells Des walking down the drive.