It was the first day back, and there were whispers about the halls. Excited faces that seemed to mold together as they all discussed the one same thing: Supers. Or, in this case, the Incredibles. For a brief period a few months prior it was all anyone spoke about. Upon stepping onto the school grounds today, it was clear that nothing had changed. There wasn't anything about this that Tony Rydinger had a particular problem with. In all honesty, he was sort of passive about the whole thing right now.

If one were to question him further then perhaps he'd state what was on his mind. It was an inspiration, of sorts, to have those with extraordinary abilities that could probably do anything that they wanted, yet still choose to fight for those who weren't capable of fighting. Yet something about it all seemed false. Maybe there wouldn't be Super Villains if there weren't Super Heroes. And isn't it almost silly to think about? Tony considered for a moment the implications of where these thoughts were leading him.

He accepted the fact that there were people in this world that could do abnormal things. He didn't mind it. He completely agreed that they should be able to use their powers willingly and freely; without discrimination or fear of breaking the law.

But there was one thing that he thought Supers should do.

They have these extraordinary abilities, they want to fight the good fight, they want to use their powers freely; that's all fine and well. It's just... shouldn't the others- the normal people- shouldn't they be aware of what they're getting into?

Maybe that's a form of discrimination, Tony considered as he greeted a couple of buddies from last year. But Tony thought that if Supers wanted to be open about their abilities, that they should be open about them. There should be some government department or other created for the strict task of... maintaining these Supers. Registering them. That's what they do, after all, for criminals, or those with mental disabilities, or even government officials. It's just- If there's a dangerous Super, don't other people deserve to know? In the off chance that something strange happens, don't they deserve some kind of explanation? Don't they deserve to know exactly who's doing what for you?

Tony made his way to his locker. It was the same one from last year. Tall and green; it almost seemed to look down at him. There was a dent at the bottom from Homecoming last year, when one of the football players got too excited about being named a prince. The combination of the locker was the same as last year's too. Once it was open, he briefly unloaded his bag of books before hanging it in there. He quickly grabbed a spiral notebook and a pen before slamming it shut. Glancing about the halls, Tony spotted a group of his friends from last year and sauntered over.

Tony's not entirely sure exactly what his stance on Supers is. He doesn't think of them as weapons. He just acknowledges the fact that they have a greater potential to be dangerous. Weapons for example can be controlled, albeit occasionally mishandled. Supers?

Not so much.

He decided to leave these thoughts with his books in the locker.

David greeted him with a slap on his shoulder. "Tonnne-y!" His name was drawn out like an announcer from an NBA basketball game. "Where ya' been, loser?" Tony grinned and opened his mouth to reply, but Dave cut him to it, "Oh, that's right. You spent some time with those babes from down under. Reorganizing books, for chrissakes." Dave's eyes widened dramatically, "And reading."

Tony rolled his eyes, "It's called a job, asshole. Not that you have one."

David smiled mischievously. "Oh no," he said. "Girls give me jobs all the time." He made a rude gesture with his hips as the group howled with laughter. Tony rolled his eyes again but indulged Dave nonetheless. Dave could be crude sometimes, but he wasn't that bad a guy. The rest of the group consisted of his pals from basketball last year. Mark, Johnny, and Dave were probably his three best buddies, but he hung out with Sam and Luis too. They weren't here right now, though, just other familiar faces from basketball.

The bell rang, signaling the start of the school year and the end of their conversation.

David threw and arm over his shoulder and steered them down the English wing. "But seriously, bro. You need to get a life." Before giving Tony the chance to respond, he asked, "Where're you off to first period?"

Tony gestured down the hallway they were walking, "English Lit with Mr. Evans."

Dave let out a whoop of triumph and shot his fist in the air, "Hell yeah! Me too!"

As strange as it was, Vi was able to make one friend last year. As it happened, that friend was Kari McKeen.

"But can you believe it, Vi? And I was right there!" Kari's voice was somewhat distorted because of her retainer. She was waving her arms around to accentuate her point. "Right there! And Mr. Incredible just stopped that bus like it was nothing!" She sighed in an amazed kind of way. "It's just great to know that there are people like that out there to protect the little people."

Violet just shook her head silently. The bell had just rung and they were walking to their respective classes.

"I mean, not that it's necessarily that we're little people!" Kari explained, "I meant that statement completely metaphorically! It's just, we're all like helpless little daisies about to be trampled on by the powers that be and wham! Suddenly, we're saved!" Kari then backtracked further. "Not that I'm saying we're fragile, either!" She looked somewhat helplessly towards Violet. "You're not a flower, Vi! Definitely not at all like a daisy! You don't need protecting! Well, you do- but only from those things that are out of your control! But that's okay. I need protecting too! We can't be able to stop everything. And we, as humans, have survived for thousands of year and we keep adapting to survive!" Violet was trying to hide her amusement at the irony of what Kari was saying.

Kari paused for a moment considering. "Maybe eventually we'll all become more than daisies. Maybe we'll all be Super." She looked to her companion for a minute, the excitement glimmering in her eyes. "Do you understand, Vi?"

Violet nodded, "Yeah, I understand." And she does. Barely. But after having Kari as her only friend since she moved here towards the end of last year, she'd begun to adapt to the crazy. Kari talked a lot, but she didn't mind. It kind of evened them out, even. Not that Violet never had anything at all to say, but Kari always knew how to fill in awkward silences. That was something Violet was still working on. And really, Violet suspected that Kari needed a friend just as much as she needed one. Maybe that's why Kari talked so much. Who else does she have to say those words to?

They came to an impasse in the hallways.

"Which way are you going?" Kari asked her, slightly out of breath.

Violet tipped her head to the right, down the English hallway. "English first period, with Mr. Evans."

Kari nodded and frowned, making a face, "Biology, with Mrs. Adler." Upon Violet's somewhat curious look, Kari explained, "They made budget cuts last year and had to let some of the teachers go. Adler's covering for some of the science classes, for now. It'll probably be the same with Mr. Evans- I think he teaches creative writing too."

The bell rang again, and both the girls eyes widen as they realized they'd been standing there for quite some time. "We're late!" Kari obviously stated. "Talk to you later, Vi!" She scurried off down the opposite hallway. Violet turned left and tried to resist running as fast as possible. That was more Dash's thing. She couldn't believe that she was late on her first day of school.

Class had already started by the time she'd arrived. Mr. Evans just gave her a welcoming grin and waved her towards a seat at the front. He was a somewhat wide man in his mid to late thirties, shaggy brown hair brushed back and an easy grin. "Violet Parr?" he asked, quickly checking in a box on his laptop for attendance. Violet nodded. "Take a seat. We just started talking about the course syllabus."

As was in her clumsy nature, Vi tripped over a desk again on her way to a seat. She just laughed along with the class this time and tucked her hair behind her ear. She felt kind of strange, a sixth sense really, that there were eyes on her. She just wrote it off as the class.

"Having troubles, Miss Parr?" Mr. Evans looked on good naturedly.

"Could you tell?" she joked. He chuckled.

As she took her seat between two giggling girls she didn't know, he continued on with his explanation of what to expect for the year, quickly catching Violet up to what she didn't know. It took Violet about half of class to realize that the nagging sensation she felt meant that someone was staring at her. She looked over to her left to notice that the girl there was gaping at her in shock. Violet twisted her features quizzically before the other girl snapped her mouth shut and abruptly turned to face the front of the class. Violet just shook her head in confusion and looked back towards Mr. Evans as he began talking about the project they'd be starting later that month, and the book they were going to start reading the next class.

Violet had thought that the other girl looking away would clear that feeling up, but it was still there. Eating away at her conscience. She couldn't figure out what it was. She just knew that there was someone else still staring at her. Twisting around quickly in her seat, Vi made a move to make it seem like she was just stretching her back as she noticed a boy two rows back watching her. The same one from last year.

Instead of hiding from him again this year, she smiled gently at him- as if she were sharing her secret with him- before looking back at the front.

Dave elbowed him in the side once he noticed Tony's blush. "Maybe you should get a few new jobs too, bro," he cheekily suggested quietly, in reference to their conversation earlier, before turning to look at the girl with black hair and waggling his eyebrows.

Tony only blushed harder and elbowed him back. "Shut up!" Tony protested weakly as David silently laughed.

Mr. Evans, who could see the two boys from the front, only rolled his eyes and carried on with the class. He knew these two might be a problem in the future, but he'd let them be for now.

AN:

I'm actually going to reply to some reviews this time. I'm terrible at not saying anything at all. Keep the peace, people! You got anything to say or suggest, leave a comment below. I don't bite too much. Mostly I'm just lazy.

Shout out to Benedictbrothersfan, Jade, TsukiyoTenshi, StealMyShow, StyleStalker, Traxxasaranger, and my Guest for the support and lovely comments!

Tala White 14: Thanks so much for the review- Glad you agree with me on the whole name thing. A lot of the names seem pretty weak. I've got a name in mind that I'm leaning more towards than Invisi-girl or Miss Incredible, but that might not be for a while yet. If you can come up with something pretty cool, let me know!

Concolor44: Thanks for your continued reviews, and I'm glad you see it my way. Vi's probably my favorite character. If you remember, there was a sort of levitation thing that happened to Vi in the movie when she created that bubble when Dash was running. I figured that it could be something similar to that, just minus the bubble. And I promise to update when I can~

Overlordred: Not going to lie, I'm a little nervous about writing a battle sequence; I'm not sure how descriptive I can be for that aspect. But! I've got an idea for the next chapter in hand. You'll have to stay tuned to let me know how it all plays out- And yes, there may or may not be some fighting involved. :) Also glad that we're in complete agreement about those Synlet/incest things- keep excited, 'cuz this party's about to get wild...

ToneishaShipper: Glad to see you're still here~ And I completely agree with you on that whole "soap opera" aspect (you said chick flick, but tomato, tomato- and a tomato is not a toe-mah-toe) That kind of thing ruins stories for me to, though I'm not gonna lie. Some angst might make an appearance later- but trust in that it's not all gloomy romance Twillight garbage blah kind of stuff. I have an idea on where this is going now, so we'll see... Also glad I'm not the only one about Synlet. O.O Be careful, though. They're watching.

Superfan44: I'm not entirely sure how I'd fit him getting powers in, but rest assured I'm thinking about it. I've got a spark of an idea on where this story's going now, so maybe I can find a way to work it into the plot. Actually, now that I think about it- You know, now I've actually got an idea. Sweet! Sorry if this is weird, I just type out whatever I'm thinking at the moment I'm thinking it- I'm actually a little excited now. In any case, glad I could clear up that whole time thing for you. Honestly, when I first started writing, it took place just before the movie started. I thought I'd show the progression of change in Vi's character from before this all starts, to when this fic starts. If that makes any sense. Will update soon- Hopefully. I've got at least another day off, so we'll see.

To Everyone else- Thank you for all the reviews, I'm just sorry it took so long to reply. Life's been crazy. If you're still reading this, drop another review and let me know what you think, or hash me out for taking so long to continue with this. I can take it, I swear. I'm a big girl. Thanks for reading~