As I was riding the bus next to Warren, some seatbelts deployed from the backs of the seats and clicked into place without us touching them. I was a little curious as to what would happen next, and sure enough, the bus flew off an unfinished bridge and flew.
That was...unexpected. I thought while staring down below.
"First time flying, huh?" Warren asked.
"Yeah. I didn't know that the school was in the sky." I replied, questioning my already lost sanity.
"I said the same when I first went here." Warren said, seemingly amused.
"Anything else about this school I should know about?" I asked.
"Yeah. Try not to fall off the edge when we land."
"..." I stared at him in shock. This day has just landed into the bizarro pit. I thought. After all, what the hell would a school be doing in the damn sky? Why do the buses have airplane wings? What the hell am I doing at a school like this?
The bus arrived at the school without much of a problem, although I couldn't say the same for myself, considering I was airsick. I ran to the nearest trashcan and puked like there was no tomorrow. After that kind of experience, I'm unlucky to still be alive. I stood up, wiped my mouth with a napkin from my pocket, threw it in the trash, and walked to the front of the school. Just as I had gotten to the front, something stretched my way. I dodged and looked for the source of the attack. It came again and I immediately grabbed it. The person who was stretching probably was a school bully.
"Hey, give me my arm back." The guy said. He was wearing a yellow and black striped shirt, navy blue pants, and Converse sneakers. He was thin, so I could most likely use him as the new school flag. Then something sped toward me, so I held out my foot and tripped him. The other guy was, for lack of better words, a fatass. He was wearing a snapback cap, a blue T-shirt, blue shorts, and Converse. Something told me that these two probably share a brain, and I agreed, but this kind of attack seemed too orchestrated to be their doing.
The fatass got up and tried to grab my arm. I took hold of his shirt and dunked him in the same trash can I blew chunks in. Needless to say, he screamed when he realized that fact. Then I yanked "Stretch" to my position and simply said, "Run." He ran like my dad was after him, which was amusing. Then I walked into the school. I went to find the Gym, and I did so easily. The principal was talking about something that I didn't care about, so I looked around to find Warren. I couldn't find him, so I assumed that he already did this orientation thing. The principal flew off as a sparkling ball, which made me realize that the sky is God's territory, and I don't belong in it.
Then a guy who looked like that jarhead Gym teacher that most of my other friends complained about in middle school. He told us that we had to show him our powers to know if we can be "heroes" or "sidekicks". Well, I am airsick, so I can't fly, and I only had super strength for my middle school days. The guy called me up first, which I simply did out of spite. He asked what my power is, and without a word from me, I summoned a mechanized demon to my side. The demon had wires coming out of its body and had flaming eyes. I was surprised that I did that, because my dad had never taught me that. The jarhead pressed a button and out popped a test dummy. The demon looked to me, and I said, "Attack it." Which it did without any further orders. In fact, it utterly destroyed the dummy and came back to my side.
The jarhead looked scared and impressed at the same time and said "Hero." I jumped off of the platform and walked to the bleachers. The demon disappeared, probably back to Hell, and I enjoyed the rest of the long orientation period.