Chapter 3

Freshmen Year

So Kitty and I moved in with my parents in Maxville and the next year we started our Freshmen year at Sky High. I remember power placement.

The most memorable parts were when Layla Green was put in sidekick class for refusing to show Boomer her powers, and when Will Stronghold totally bombed it having not gotten his powers yet.

Kitty and I managed to be the last ones placed. Kitty was put in hero class once Boomer saw her teleport. Though she didn't show anyone her true appearance.

I was the last to be placed and when Boomer told me to show him my power. I used my telekinesis to lift his pen into the air. He sneered at her.

"That's all. Well it's to be expected from a child of normals. SIDEKICK!"

He had said it with an arrogant tone. Kitty looked about ready to attack him but I used telepathy to tell her that it was what I wanted.

I didn't want people to know about all my powers. I didn't want them to know how strong I was. I didn't want them to be afraid of me like the people at the Institute had been.

Throughout that year Kitty became pretty popular, everyone loved her outgoing jokester nature. I became the quite sidekick who didn't talk to anyone, really I don't think I said a single word at school that entire year. No one knew my power, I was never picked for save the citizen and people started thinking that I didn't even have any powers. I let them think what they wanted.

Kitty and I didn't go to home coming we had opted to stay home and watch movies. Once we learned what happened we were glad that we didn't go. After that Layla was transferred into hero class but her, Will, and Warren Peace still hung out with their sidekick friends.

That summer my parents thought that it would be a good idea for us girls to get jobs even though we were just turning fifteen. Kitty got a job at a little flower shop and became pretty good friends with the owners daughter who happened to be Layla Green from school.

It took me a while longer to find a job. A long while longer. I wanted something to do with my hands. I'd prefer a job as a cook. I love to cook but my real passion is art, painting, and drawing. My favorite thing to do was quick sketches.

I finally lucked out at the end of the summer. One week before school started again. I was on my way home from a job interview at some five star restaurant that loved my food but refused to hire me after finding out my age.