Chapter notes: Hey everyone! Sorry this chapter has been so long in coming! I've had some serious writers block on this one. Thanks everyone for all your awesome reviews! All your guesses were quite good, but now it's time to find out who was right…

Chapter 3 Walse High:

Peter felt the gentle breeze whip through his hair. They had only been dreams but he had to know if it was true. He stood on top of the porch roof, ten feet from the ground. He took a deep breath. "I can do this." He whispered softly, but the feeling of doubt didn't disappear. He had flown in his dreams, as he kept telling himself; but this wasn't a dream.

He looked over the edge down at the porch to make sure no one was there. Then as in the dreams, he lifted his hands up at his sides and stepped off.

He focused all his energy on one thought. Fly! But nothing happened. He fell toward the ground quickly. Peter tried to stay calm, and tried to keep his focus on flight.

"Peter?" Nathan's voice called for him, but he barely heard. Something was happening! He felt himself slow down; he could almost feel himself pause in midair. WAM! He hit the ground, but a lot less hard than he would have with out the pause. "Peter are you ok?" Nathan ran over to the side of the porch and stared down at his brother.

"Nathan! It was amazing!" Peter exclaimed. "I flew!"

"What would be amazing is if you don't have any broken bones." Nathan replied, studying his brother. He reached his hand out to Peter. "And all I saw was falling not flying."

"But Nathan, I'm telling you I slowed down my falling! That's why I'm fine!" Peter exclaimed as he grabbed Nathan's outstretched hand.

"Peter stop playing around," Nathan replied as he pulled his brother up. "We're not kids anymore, and we start at a new school today. It wouldn't look good to be late uh?"

"Nathan it really happened!"

"Stop it," Nathan fumed. "I'm sick of this nonsense! It is not funny Pete."

"I'm telling you, I can fly!" Peter's eyes showed his anger.

"Go get ready Peter, because I'm leaving on time. Either you do the same or walk." Nathan demanded, "Or you could fly there." He teased cruelly and went back into the house. Peter glared at his brother as he walked away. I flew…I know I did… Peter reassured himself as he walked up the stairs to his room and got his book bag.

The whole ride to school Peter didn't say a word to Nathan. His anger still hadn't subsided.

"Peter, the silent treatment is extremely immature," Nathan said as he got out of the car. Peter got out as well and slowly walked toward the new school without one word to his brother. Nathan felt the same exasperation Peter often caused him. "Fine ignore me then!" He shouted after his brother, who did just that.

Peter walked into the large building and pulled out his class schedule. He sighed deeply; the paper was like a foreign langue of numbers and letters. First mod room 1b He read. "No idea where that is," He sigh to himself. He glanced back and saw Nathan coming in. He refused to let Nathan see him looking helpless. He turned and started to walk down one of the hallways. His mind was lost in thought so much so that he didn't see her coming straight at him. He looked up but didn't have time to stop the collision. She ran straight into him and the books she was carrying went flying everywhere.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry" Peter looked at the girl who had run into him and felt his breath catch. Her complexion was dark and framed by curly brown hair. Her frame was slender and shapely, and her face warm and beautiful. But above all else he was caught by her stunning hazel eyes.

"Let me help you with that," Peter offered swooping down to pick up the books.

"Oh thank you," She replied. "I'm really not a klutz…normally."

"It could just be that you attempted to carry ten large school books at once." Peter gave her a teasing smile.

"Maybe," She replied coyly.

"What are all these books for anyway?" He asked straightening up, all the books now in his arms.

"Art club," She explained. "I'm the president." She began to reach for the books in his hands.

"Let me," He offered. "Where do they need to go?"

"Thank you again," She replied smiling brightly at him. "I'll show you." He followed her down one of the many halls. "I don't think I've seen you here before."

"You haven't," He replied. "It's my first day."

"Welcome to Wales High then. I'm Simone."

"Peter," He replied. They reached the class room she indicated and he set the books inside.

"Thank you so much," She said honestly. "If I can do something for you let me know."

"Well actually there is something. I have no idea where my class rooms are," He admitted.

"I can help with that," She shot him a kind smile that spread into her eyes.

Nathan walked out of his final class and headed for his locker. The first day had been harder than he thought, but in general this school wasn't much different from his old one. The only thing that really bugged him was that all his work toward class presidency had been for nothing. He was at a new school where nobody knew his name. He would have to work extra hard to get his face out there if he hoped to become senior class president after his first year at the school.

He walked to the principles office. He knew that outside the door would be a bulletin board, and that would be a good place to start. He read flyer after flyer before he came to one that fit. "Debate," he read aloud. The first meeting was scheduled for two days from then. "Perfect," He told himself.

"Peter!" Peter turned at the sound of his name. He had just finished his final class for the day and was heading out to the car. He saw Simone at the door waving to him. He beamed at her and walked over.

"Hey," He replied.

"How was your first day?"

"Much to be desired," He chuckled. She nodded understandingly. She looked like she was going to say more but was hesitant. "Was there something you needed?" he asked kindly.

"Yes actually," She replied, glad for the encouragement. "The art club didn't make its quota, if we had more people we could get funding and I was wondering…"

"I'm not really an artist…"

"You don't have to be, or maybe you could become one I was just hoping that you would…"

"Sure," He interjected.

"…it would look really good on a collage application and…you'll do it?" She asked, his words finally finding meaning in her mind.

"Yes," He laughed. She beamed brightly at him, her eyes lit with elation.

"Thank you so much!" She said excitedly.

"Don't mention it." He glanced out at the car. "I need to get going…"

"Did you take the bus?" She asked following him out the door.

"No my brother drove…" His words trailed off as he saw a group of students gathered around the wall. "What's going on over there?" Simone followed his eyes and they walked over toward the group. It didn't take them long to figure out what the students were staring at. A guy stood near the wall. His hair was brown and hung disheveled down to his shoulders. In his hand was a can of spray paint.

The wall was now covered in a huge mural of a group of students rioting. The rioters' signs read things like "more art" and "fund the art club".

"Isaac!" Simone sighed with frustration.

"Friend of yours?" Peter asked.

"Yes, he's a member of the art club."

"I gathered that," Peter replied nodding to the wall. She nodded a look of exasperation on her face. She headed over to Isaac.

"Isaac! What were you thinking?" She shouted. Isaac completely ignored her. He just continued painting like he was in a trance.

Peter shook his head as he watched the scene, and it was all he could do not to laugh. He glanced around and noticed Nathan heading down the school stairs.

"I got to go, Simone," He told her.

"Ok see ya," She replied managing a friendly grin his way before resuming her rant.

"Peter over here!" Peter saw Simone waving to him from across the cafeteria. He hauled over his tray and collapsed into the seat across from her.

"Does school ever get easier?" He moaned, it was only his second day at the high school but he already had a homework overload.

"Welcome to high school," Simone chuckled. "Peter this is Isaac…the painter…" She nodded to the person sitting beside her. He was sketching in a notebook and didn't even look up when he was introduced.

"Right the guy with the spray paint protest," Peter replied. Isaac looked up.

"You saw that?" Isaac inquired his eyes studying Peter. Peter nodded in reply. "Did you like it?"

"It was uh…" He searched for a word that wouldn't come off as insulting. "…interesting." Isaac seemed content with the answer and he went back to sketching.

"This is our table." Peter turned around to see the speaker. He was tall with light brown hair. He was obviously a Senior and his muscles and Jersey hinted that he belonged to the football team. Peter was about to respond when he felt someone grab his shoulder. He glanced up and saw Isaac and Simone had already got up and were standing behind him. Peter followed their lead and got up.

"You can stay Simone, baby," One of the players raised his eyebrow in an attempt to look attractive.

"Ew," Simone said empathically. "Come on." She nodded her head toward the other side of the cafeteria and Isaac and Peter followed.

"There aren't anymore seats in here," Isaac stated scanning the room with his eyes.

"Outside it is then," Simone replied unaffected. They headed out toward the backyard of the school, and perched themselves on a grassy hill.

"Who were those guys?" Peter asked plopping down beside Simone.

"Brody Mitchum and his band of mindless followers," Isaac replied staring off at the school absently.

"They think just because they are Seniors…" Simone began.

"And because they play football…" Isaac interjected.

"…that they own the school," She concluded. Peter shook his head and let himself fall gently onto his back so he could face the sky.

"It's so beautiful…" He whispered as he watched the clouds. Simone leaned her head back and watched the clouds with him.

"Yes it is," She agreed basking in the feeling of sun on her face. Peter let his mind wonder into daydreams of soaring through the clouds. The solace of the moment took away the pain of everything that had been happening to him. For the first time in a long time life felt right, as if everything was in place and that this was where he was meant to be.

"What's going on over there?" Isaac's voice cut through the peace.

"Huh?" Peter asked his voice misty.

"Over by the front of the school…" Isaac clarified. Peter reluctantly pulled himself out of the dream like state. He glanced to where Isaac indicated and saw all the art club members, except them, standing outside the school doors. In their hands they held signs that said things like "more art" and "fund the art club". Simone crossed her arms.

"Why didn't they tell us?" She fumed.

"It kind of looks unorganized," Isaac offered.

"It kind of looks familiar," Peter mused. Isaac and Simone both looked at him curiously.

"What are you talking about?" Isaac asked. Peter detected a strange note in his voice.

"The graffiti!" Simone said suddenly, remembering the scene Isaac had painted on the school wall. "It's probably just a coincidence…" She suggested. Isaac looked at the ground and took a deep breath.

"There's something I need to show you…" Isaac pulled his sketch book out of his backpack and opened it. He quickly flipped through the pages and then handed it to Peter. Simone leaned over closer to him to see as well.

The picture was of a teenage boy with black hair falling over his endless brown eyes. He appeared to be running into a girl with a dark complexion, whose hair was brown and curly. Books were all over the floor.

"That happened yesterday," Peter reflected. "But I don't remember seeing you there…"

"I drew this three weeks ago, before I ever met you Peter," Isaac leveled his gaze straight into Peter's eyes. "I'm telling the truth."

"How's that possible?" Simone asked, the unbelief written across her face.

"I don't know. I don't even remember drawing it. I didn't even realize the graffiti was mine until you fused at me for it this morning when your dad picked me up, Simone. All I know is that it's happened several times. I draw something but don't remember doing it and then…"

"and then?" Peter barely breathed the question.

"It comes true…" Isaac replied. Peter was about to respond when Simone stood up.

"It's just a coincidence." Simone quickly walked off toward the front of the school.

"I'm not making it up," Isaac defended as he stood up.

"I believe you," Peter replied. Isaac gave him a quizzical look.

"Are you mocking me?" Isaac asked, his face showing he was inquiring from experience.

"No, Isaac…I…" The bell rang loudly cutting off Peter's words.

"You what?" Isaac asked once the noise stopped.

"Later," Peter promised as he rushed off to class.

After Thoughts: Sorry Clair fans, but Ally-617-luv-tv was the only person to guess correctly, and on her first guess too! Since she guessed Isaac she gets 10000 cool points! And just incase you fans get ants just to let you in on a secret, every character will appear in at least one of the Hero High stories and plenty of side characters will as well!

Chapter 4 is almost done so it will be posted soon!

Guess again: Ok everyone the game is on again 3 more characters appear in the next chapter, so let the guessing begin! Hint Hint: none of them are main heroes.