I slowly made my way through the school, keeping my head down but taking everything there was to be taken in. I walked on the windowed side of the hall, where are no lockers, so I wouldn't bump into anyone. Fortunately for me I made safe and in one piece to the secretary's office.

"Hello?"

"Yes, ah you must be Via, right?"

"Yup, that's me"

The secretary just got up to me to sit down and walked right trough the wall behind her. A few seconds later she popped her back through the wall.

"Principal Powers will see you now," I got up from my seat and I didn't know if I was suppose to go through the wall too, "by the door dear," She answered.

The principal's office was pearl white, same as the rest of the school, the back of the room was lined with white lilies and the room gave off a fresh vanilla smell. Principal Powers was dressed in an all white suit and A-line skirt, very professional.

"Please, have a seat," She pointed to the white chair behind me, "would you like some tea, coffee. We have some cookies too?"

"No." I said, too quickly.

"Alright," she looked taken aback then she look up at the sectary still standing behind me, "I will have my usual and that will be all Mrs. Vanders, thank you."

And with that the secretary left the room the same way she came in.

"Well, welcome to Sky High, Miss Carvier. I hope your bus ride was enjoyable…" she waited for me to affirm this, I just nodded instead.

"Well Miss Carvier," she sounded unsure of my lack of enthusiasm, "I have personally and the rest of teachers seen the tape and your records from The Royal London Hospital that gave me."

This wasn't new news to me, in every room of the hospital there are security cameras and my little fit I had when I found out I was adopted was caught on tape. The records were to keep track of me because I was an anomaly- I could heal myself in a few seconds and control objects around me.

"So you won't need to go through Power Placement." She continued on about the rules, expectations and other 'need to know stuff'.

"Here is your timetable the room numbers are beside the teacher's name," she handed me the sheet of paper and pointed to various spots with the end of her pen,

"I will walk you to your first class. What is it?"

I checked the paper and asked with a raised eyebrow, "Mad Science with Professor Medulla?"

"Alright, please follow me."

She led me through a bunch of hallways and stopped before a locker,

"This is your locker" she gave me another paper, "that is the combo and number of the locker."

We then started to make our way down to the basement, all the while pointing to room and stating their purpose. We stopped at the 3rd door in the basement, printed on the window was 'Prof Medulla' and without knocking the Principal just opened to door and ushered me in.

Prof. Medulla was talking to the class before he noticed us.

"Ah, the new student, I presume?"

"Yes, this is Via Carvier," Principal Powers confirmed as she tapped me on the back.

"Yes, yes Miss Carvier, if you please take a seat so we may begin our first day back in our science class, hhmmm."

We learned safety rules, how to properly clean and handle equipment and who ever you sat beside was your lab partner for this semester. Sadly I didn't have one. This will be a tough year.

My next class was 'Hero English' as if that was different from normal non-hero English. My teacher, Mrs. Noxins was a short chubby woman in her late 60's, she wore a warm smile that touched her eyes. She too told the class what kind of expectations and rules of the class we were supposed to abide. Boring...

Lunch was busy. Everybody was running around to get the best table and sit with there friends. I walked into to the vast room and almost every seat was taken, I suddenly felt so lost and insignificant, so I left to go eat my homemade lunch outside under a tree.

The sun was bright, warm on my pale skin and I was forced to recall that I was in a school for one thing and that that same school was floating miles above the earth's surface. I suppressed a shiver as I made my way down the front steps to a massive oak tree. This tree shouldn't be up here, I shouldn't be up here.

I impatiently ate my wannabe sandwich and pulled out an old French book; Zone, when a movement in the right corner of my eye caught my eye. A boy a year older than me, dressed in all black with bits of red gave off the presence of 'bad boy' or 'don't mess with me'.

Surprisingly he pulled out a book too and started to munch away on his apple he had in his hand. He must have known I was starring at him because he looked my way, I gave him a weak smile then he looked away. After that he didn't pay me any attention, even when I passed him to go inside, I thought that was kinda rude.

My next class was hero history with Mr. Kinners. I sat by my self in the back. Mr. Kinners self proclaimed he was a no nonsense man, all work assignments were to be clean copied and that just because it's the first day back to school he wont spare our egocentric lives with no homework but instead gave us chapter 2 to read in our text book and write a paper on the matter. The class just moaned inexasperation. Hewas not a happy man.

I had to go back to my locker for the 3rd time today get to my P.E. attire and just followed the crowd, hoping it was the right crowd, to the gym. The gym itself was massive, with scores from past years hanging on the walls and a score board that said Heroes and Villains instead of Home and Visitor.

But what shocked me most was the gym court it was made up to be like a rink of some sort. Inside the rink was random street objects; a lamp post, mail box, a dumpster. On the left side of the rink was stands and the herd of students were taking spots on them.

The stands were not very crowded so I sat alone off to the side but not to far so that people could spot me out so easily as the 'new girl'.

Mr. Boomer came in -from the coach's locker I assume- and proudly introduced himself as the Coach Boomer.

"Now for all of you it's second year, so I don't have to tell you how to behave, got it?..." he leaned back and held his chin high "... and since I'm in a very good mood I've decided to let you play Save the Citizen."

Apparently this must be like a fun game for super heroes because the whole class cheered.

"Lash, Speed you wanna be Villains?"

"Do you even have to ask?" the reply came form in the crowd.

"Abrams and Aciane, gear up, you're the heroes, come on faster."

I soon discovered that Save the Citizen was a game of some sort with a lot of violence, and here I was thinking that violence was a big 'no. no' in schools but I also didn't think there could be a school flying over our heads.

I didn't feel interested in the 'game' and because my lack of knowledge in the subject I felt that I need to have a head start on the history homework.

'Chapter two; Salem witches' truth'... I began to read. 'The Salem witches were in fact not witches but rather superheroes who were mistakenly accused. Their families came over from England in'....

"Hey new kid!" coach called out.

I assumed he was calling a foul of some sort. "Bookworm! DO YOU HEAR ME?"

I was fit by some unknown force that knocked me over, I hit the back of my head on the seat behind me and my book went flying out of my hand.

"So you think that because you've got a level 5 power you think you can read through my class?"

"No," I choked out, I was terrified.

"That was a rhetorical question, Miss... uhh," he has to look at his clip board to know my name, "...Miss Carvier."

"Sorry," I said very quietly, I was so embarrassed but he heard it.

"Humph, Miss Carvier," he really was enjoying this; pick on the new kid yeah!!

"Is this game a little too boring for you?"

I didn't want to lie so I didn't answer.

"Have you ever played?"

I shook a no.

"Well here you go, a chance to prove how dumb this sport is; tomorrow you can play against our leading Villains, got it?"

I was astonished, "What?!"

He just gave me the hand signal for 'shut up now, I'm the boss not you'.

"Class dismissed." He called out.