Hey there. This is going to be, how say, nowhere near along the lines of the movie. So many changes have I made. First off, this is after the movie, but Lash wasn't in school with Will and Leyla. Second, I have changed Sky High from a "regular" high school to a boarding school. Oh and before I forget, I might mention to you right now that Lash might not be the only one from the movie who appears in this fic as a teenager.
Now that we've got that straightened out, here's the disclaimer:
I own NOTHING!except maybe the very mixed-up plot line and my own OC's: Rihana and Desta.
It was the next day. Desta had already gone home and my parents said they wanted to "talk."
"What. did I do. now?" I asked pausing after all the periods.
"Nothing honey," my mother said gently. "Why would you think that?"
Why would I think that? Ha! "Maybe because nothing good comes from these kinds of talks."
"Your not in trouble, Rihana," said my dad. "We just want to talk to you about the movie we watched last night."
There was a couple minute pause. "So?"
My parents just looked at each other. "Um...well... Tell her Layla," my dad started, awkwardly.
"Layla?" I questioned. "Mom, I thought your name Leigh." I was confused now. Where my parents alright or were they deathly ill with some kind unknown fever?
"Leigh is a nickname your father gave me to hide our true identities from the world."
"From the world and me, apparently," I said sourly, my back toward them, retreating toward my room.
"Smooth," was the last thing I heard before I slammed my door.
After I got settled down with a book, my phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Ree, it's--"
"Desta! Boy, am I glad to talk to you. It turns out my parents are super heros."
"That's the same reason I called. So are mine!"
"So cool!" I squealed. "Oh, and it turns out that my mom's real name is Leyla," I snapped in an annoyed tone.
"You mean like Layla Williams?"
"I think so. Meaning my real last name is Stronghold."
"Whoa," she said. "You want to know something. My parents names are Zack and Magenta."
"You mean like from the movie?"
"Yep."
"Rihana, can we please talk?" my mother said. "I'm sorry, but I didn't want you to get hurt."
"Gotta go, Desta. My mother wants to talk again."
"See ya on the flip side," she said before she hung up.
"You hiding who I am is gonna help me from getting hurt?" I asked her disgusted. Where does she come up with this stuff?
"I'm sorry. We're sorry Ree," begged my mother. "We never wanted to hurt you."
"Yeah right," I said, totally unconvinced.
"Fine," she said. I heard her footsteps retreating from the door.
I got up and ran to my door, flinging it open. "Mom, I'm sorry!"
She turned around with a huge grin on her face. "I knew you'd come to your senses in a minute or two," she said embracing me in a hug. "But seriously," she said letting go of me and taking a step back. "We need to figure out what your powers are."
ONE WEEK LATER
"Honey, get up," called my mother through my door. "It's time for school."
I rolled over and threw the covers over my head. "It's too early," I moaned.
"Desta's here. I'm sure you don't want to make her wait for you."
I hate it when she does this. "It's not going to work, but since it's the first day of school, I suppose I'll get up." I looked out the window.
Great... Rain. I glared out the window. Perrrrrrfect way to start off a new day...expecially the first day of school. So much for this outfit... I thought bitterly, tossing my perfectly matched stripped clothes onto my bed. I threw open my closet to show a whole lot more stripes.
I took out a few more striped outfits and threw them on the bed as well. Oddly, I don't feel like stripes anymore. So I took out a pair of jeans and long-sleeve shirt. Doesn't matter what's on the front. I'm going to have my track jacket over it anyway.
About ten minutes later Desta and I were walking out the front door. I threw a quick, "Bye Mom. Bye Dad," over my shoulder and soon we were at the bus stop.
Desta and I got on the bus. "Is this the right one?" I asked looking a Desta. It looked like any other bus would. "Um...Sir?"
"Yes?"
"Are we on the right bus?"
"What's your name, girl?"
"I'm Rihana Strongs--Stronghold," I corrected myself.
"Stronghold? As in Will and Leyla Stronghold?"
I gave a weak smile. "So, are we?"
"Oh, yes," he said making sure that he shut the doors before answering. "This is the bus that goes to Sky High."
After we had been on the road for a bit, the bus driver took a detour through what seemed to be a blocked road. I looked over a Desta with a confused look on my face. That was before the straps wrapped themselves about us and a bar came, seemingly, out of nowhere. Then my look of confusion became one of alarm. What was even more alarming was that we were getting closer and closer a "No road ahead" sign.
We were falling at an alarming rate and then, all of a sudden, we started to fly, or rise is probably a better term for it.
"Freshmen," said the bus driver as he shook his head. As he said this a floating platform came into view. It was huge. Bigger than that in the movie. It had the school building and about fifty feet away were dorm rooms.
"Coming in for a landing," said the bus driver. Hopefully it was a smooth landing.
After a bumpy landing we finally came to a screeching halt. Not quite what I was hopeing for, but not too bad.
We were walking toward the steps leading to the door when we were stopped. "Where's the new student fees?"
"Fees?" asked one student feebly. "I didn't read anything about fees in the brochure."
"New student fees are fifteen dollars," he said taking a step closer toward us.
"That's right," I said playing along with it. "I remember reading something about new student 'fees'. It was on the back page on the bottom in a size... What? ...like a three." I smirked at him. He looked so familiar, I just couldn't place it. "And it was signed 'Lash'," I said examining him. I was really tempted to say 'Nice style' because he on a striped shirt. It looked soooooooo hott on him. "That must be you."
"Daniel Robinson?" asked Desta, not believeing what she was seeing.
He withdrew his hand and gave her one of the nastiest looks I had ever seen. "Don't ever call me that," he hissed. "My name is Lash Daniels," he said before he stalked off.
Was he Daniel Robinson? Is that why he looked so familiar?
"Is it?" I asked Desta who was throwing the most vicious glare I had ever seen from her at Lash's retreating form.
Daniel Robinson used to live in the same neighborhood as Desta and I before he ran away about nine years ago.
"That was nine years ago," she said, still glaring in the direction he went even if it was inside. "That means he'd have to be in his sophmore y..."
"OMFG!" I stated in a disbelieveing, mono-toned voice. "That is him," I whispered.
And the plot starts to thinken...
Oh! You're back. Hope you enjoyed it. Actually, I hope it's not too confusing.
Anyway, I should go. It's almost 1:00 AM here in Ohio. G'night my readers.
Neko-Jin Angel
