Hey! I've decided to post two chapters together because the first one was a bit stupid. You will probably notice a few writing errors but please forgive me. I have spell checked it. Well, I think I have spell checked it. Oh that doesn't matter!

Chapter 5 Not quite American

"It's not that bad Jordan, you can't be best in every thing!" Jamie comforted but just received an angry look from Jordan. She had been angry and high tempered all day so when we were finally going home we were sort of glad to get rid of her.

When I got home I didn't do anything but to practice on my sight. I used to do that when I had a lot on my mind. Seriously, I had had problems before and compared to those this was no problem! But at the same it was a big problem. I even dreamed that Emma was working on a plan to win over every man in the world! It was horrible…

(One nightmare, one bus ride and one hour later…)

Lucky for us had Jordan's temper dropped and we were able to talk normally to her again. We didn't pay attention at all during Mr. Medulla's class. We were to busy sending notes to each other. Jamie almost reviled us though, because she basically screamed out that she didn't understand what was standing on my note.

"Dear students at Sky High. This is your principal with a very important announcement. For two weeks from now, you will be working on a special project, an essay about your family's home country. Be creative and have fun."

Said principal Powers over the speaker. It was quiet at first but than groans and complains filled the room.

"Now, now kids. This will be an awesome opportunity to learn about your forefathers." Said Mr. Medulla but didn't really sound convinced. The bell rang a few seconds later and every body stormed out.

"Opportunity my butt!" I complained as we sat down in the cafeteria.

"I think it sounds exciting." said Jordan indifferently.

"Yeah, it's easy for you to say. You're from England and you know it! I have no idea were I'm from! My parents are Americans, my grandmother and grandfather is Americans, and their parents and their parents before them! I have to dig WAY back in my blood line…" I said and pushed the carets off my tray.

"I agree with Taylor," said Xavier "my family has been Americans as long as I can remember."

Jordan but down her sandwich and gazed at Xavier. "He looks a bit… Russian, what do you think Taylor?"

"Yeah, you're right."

"Cool!" said Xavier and touched his face with his fingers in amazement.

"What about you Jamie, where're you from?" I asked and looked curiously at her but Jordan cut her off just as she was about to speak.

"Do you really think she knows that? She can't even see the difference between a man from Africa and a man from Alaska!" Jamie just gave her a critical look and answered my question.

"I am actually from Australia."

I sighed in disbelief that even Jamie knew were she was from. What's the chance that a villain will ask you were you're from? Properly 0,000000001! But according to Mr. Medulla we have to be prepared for every thing. Yeah right…

On my way home, it occurred to me how mad our school was. But since my mom always tells me that I'm mad, than I'll guess that it's a suitable school for me.

I hung up my jacket and walked in to the kitchen were I found my father, trying to repair the sink.

"Dad, why don't you just call a Plummer?" I asked and sat down on the round kitchen table that was standing in the middle of the room.

"Well honey, a man's got to do what a man's got to do right?" he said and disappeared under the sink again. I gave him a don't-lye-to-me look that of course worked.

"Your mother told me that I was useless excuse of a man, so I'm gona prove to her that I'm not."

"Well while your 'proving' it, can I ask you something important?"

"Sure."

"Were do we come from?" I could hear a loud dunk and than a curse before he sat up and looked at me.

"Well sweetie, eh, I thought you knew about the flowers and the bees." He said and blushed.

"What? Oh, no that's not what I meant! You know, we're Americans. That means that we haven't been in this country for ever, what country are we basically from?" I said and blushed a little my self. (Talking about flowers and bees with your father, shiver…)

"OH! Oh, well I happen to know that." He said and disappeared under the sink.

I sat there in silence for a while looking at him, waiting for him to answer, but when he didn't I said

"You wouldn't mind telling me would you?"

"Oh sorry, we are basically from Scotland."

Scotland aye… That not as bad as I thought, it could have been something much worse… Not that any country is bad, it's just that. Oh forget it…

I walked out and went to my room. I found every thing in its place so Cyrus will live to see another day… Unfortunately.

I wonder what country Warren's from, probably some exotic place like Greece or Italy. Some how I ended up having a day dream about me and Warren sitting on a Italian pizza restaurant, but when mom came inn an hour later asking me why I was telling her to fix some more Italian dressing, I snapped out of it…

(One night and one bus ride later… Fine, and one hotdog. No biggie.)

"Guess what?" I asked Jordan on our way to the school gym.

"Your mom is pregnant with another man and your father has run of to France so you and your mother have to live in a trailer in the park." She guessed and received a confused look from me.

"What?" I asked.

"Could have happened, I dreamt it last night you see."

I shook it off and got to the point.

"I found out were I'm from!"

"Were?"

"Scotland."

"It's not bad, it could have been much worse." She said as we passed through the gym doors.

"Dejàvu…" We are so alike! Except our hair style, our fashion style, our taste in food, our brains, our favorite animal and favorite color, but other than that we are totally alike!

The gym was not as bad as it used to be, we watched save the citizen and played football, and than went to the showers.

It looked as though every one was talking about the country project. It was either I can't believe I'm from that country or I love that country it really didn't bother me that much until I over heard Emma talking to Warren about her home country. (I don't think you'll be surprised…)

"This whole country thing is just so great! But of course, not every one can come from such a great country like France…" she said and brushed her hair over her shoulder. "The perfect country for the perfect girl."

The heat was burning inside me. Of course she had to be French! I should have guessed it! I couldn't take it any more; a temptation so strong could not be held back. I went over to her and just as she turned around to see who was interrupting her very important conversation with Warren, I slapped her face…

Chapter 6 Love hurts.

She gaped at me. Which I totally understand! I was surprised at my self for a moment. Her blue eyes were enormous! And after a while I could see that they began to fill with anger.

Shit, shit, shit, shit! What have I done!? That girl has enough power to get every one to hate me just by blinking! Her small mouth had tightened that made her look scarier than Santa! (I have a thing for Santa. You can blame Lily!)

Since she just looked scarier and scarier and I didn't come up with a better plan, I started running, running towards the door and my exit, the cliff outside. (I'd rather jump over there and land flat on my stomach than deal with her! Honestly!)

But since running wasn't one of my stronger sides she easily cached up with me. The pain rushed through my back head were she had grabbed my ponytail and started pulling me back with her. I screamed in pain and managed to get loose by scratching her wrist. People had crowded around us screaming 'cat fight, cat fight!'

I started running again but she jumped forwards and grabbed my legs that made me fall forwards and dunk my head in the hard floor below me. Surprisingly I felt teeth dig in to my flesh on my leg. I screamed again and shoot my leg up that smashed in her left cheek. She got up and scratched me with her very sharp nails (she's got the longest and the sharpest nails and teeth in the world!) that made four long blood marks on my right cheek. I knocked her to the ground by using my fist. Her nose was bleeding but she just dried some away and threw her self over me, her elbow first. She sat on top of me, making me helpless.

I tried to get her off by getting my leg over her chest, which to my great surprise, worked! She laid under my foot screaming in furry a few seconds before I couldn't resist the temptation of messing up her long and silky red hair. She got her one arm loose and grabbed my shirt and tore the arm off. (Not my real arm of course!) I responded by grabbing her nose and squished it. We lay on the floor for a couple of minutes, messing up each others hair and slapping each others faces before two people grabbed our shoulders pulling us away from each other.

"That is enough ladies!" said Coach Boomer behind me. "Principal, now!" he spat out and followed me to the Principal's office followed by Emma and another teacher. He opened the door quickly and rushed in, placing me and Emma in two chairs.

"Principal Powers, this two have been fighting in the hall." said the other teacher that was standing next to Emma's chair.

"I can see that Vigo." she said and looked at my bleeding leg and cheek and Emma's bleeding nose.

"It's a shame that two such beautiful girls will use so much energy on fighting and violence. It's not always you can control your feelings and anger but I really hope that you were fighting over a boy…"

I looked down and blushed.

"I'm sorry but I have to give you detention. From tomorrow and for a week. You may go, but I recommend that you go to the nurse first…"

We walked out the door and walked our separate ways, but just as I turned I saw that Emma was scowling at me.

I limped across the hall were I meet several people who was telling me how good I was or how stupid how was. But the person I most wanted to meet was Jordan. She would kill me and give me a LONG speech about not breaking the rules, but it's better to get it over with than to hide from her for months…

Finally after a few more minutes of looking, I found Jamie, Xavier and Jordan sitting on the front steps talking about something with great interest.

"There is our mighty hero!" said Xavier and helped me to sit down.

"You are so stupid." said Jordan laughing happily.

"This is no laughing matter you know! I think I've broken a rib or my jaw." I grunted rubbing my jaw.

"That… That was so totally cool!" said Jamie amazed, her blue eyes glowing with respect.

"Define cool… Ouch!" I said and touched the scratches of my face.

"Man, I thought you we're one of those geeks that use their spear time to read and all that junk…" said Xavier looking just like Jamie.

"Don't you get any ideas Xavier! This was something of an accident…" I said looking for better words to describe what that had happened.

"Accident? Yeah right, you went strait over to her and slapped her without warning!"

"It wasn't my fault! She… I just couldn't stand her any more or that butt-kissing of hers…"

"That's the spirit! 50 percent of the girls at this school thank you, and that's almost half!" said Jamie and clapped her hands like a seal.

I looked confused at Jordan that just raised her shoulders and shook her head.

"What about the other half?" I asked.

"You know the group of girls that follow her were ever she goes? Yeah, that's about 50 percent of the girls at Sky High." Jordan said like she had tasted something rotten.

I looked down at the wound on my leg. My jeans were covered in blood so I rolled my pants up to look closer at it.

"You should really get some one to look at that…" said a familiar voice in front of me.

"Warren, hey! Oh, it's not as bad as it looks really." I said, blushing slightly.

"It could get infected you know. I'll follow you there if… If you wanted maybe?" he asked, scratching his fore head. My face light up. He held the door open for me and let me pass through first. (Such a gentleman!) I tried to walk normally but it hurt too much so I started to limp. (How ridicules it must have looked!)

"You can lean on my shoulder if you can't walk." he offered politely.

"Thank you." I reached out my hand and grasped his shoulder. It was so muscular! Like a warrior… I'm week for warriors… But, as I noticed to day, I'm not alone in that case, and for that I gave her a black eye… Mwhahahaha!

"It was a really nasty thing she did to you." he said and nodded towards my face.

"Oh, I've always looked horrible."

"Eh, I meant your scratches…" (D'oh!)

"Oh, well done is done…" I walked in silence waiting for him to say but your face look horrible too! But when he didn't, I sighed in relief.

"There might be some scars though." he said, ignoring the pointing and the steering from people around us.

"I was afraid of that… Aren't… Aren't you mad at me for hitting her?"

"No way! She was such a kiss-up. Don't tell any one but I didn't like her much." he said smiling.

"That makes two of us."

How come that every time we see each other I end up hurting my self? Well, love hurts…