Post by cassy on Aug 24, 2007 4:22:38 GMT -5
Alright, I'm trying my own fic. It's finished and already posted on FF.net.
Order in Chaos
It kinda sucks, but...enjoy XD
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Jenna walked into the cafeteria, alone and sullen. Her first day of Sky High was not turning out how she thought it would. Sure, she got Hero (her mother would be so ashamed, yet her father proud), but none of the heroes wanted to talk to her because of her parents.
Her mother was a sidekick nobody who could cheer people up. That was her only power. She used to be called ‘Gaudea’, which came from the Latin word ‘gaudeo’, which meant ‘I am happy’.
Her father was a villain. One of the worst villains ever to set foot in Maxville. Because of her father’s villainous ways, she rarely saw him, but when she did, he treated her like any normal father would; with great love and care. She loved her father, as well. She knew what he did was wrong, and she was just the slightest bit ashamed for sharing his name, but she loved him unconditionally all the same. And anyway, who isn’t ashamed of their parents at least a little bit?
Now, anyone who would really get to know her would say she was a total sweetheart, which almost anyone who didn’t get to know her would laugh outright at. She had a hard outer shell from countless different schools and never ending ridicule. She could be harsh, mean and she could throw you into a wall, even if you had super-strength and could overpower her easily. She did not have super-strength, telekinesis, pyrokinesis, or any other mentally or physically based super power. She did not have her mother’s gaudiness, either. She had her father’s power. Manipulation. She could control your thoughts and feelings. She made people throw themselves into walls. Or she made others do it for her. Although, those who became her friends got the good side of her. She could also cheer people up exceptionally, like her mother; but it wasn’t a super power. It was just a knack for saying the right thing at the right time.
It was just this that would get her into trouble that first day of school at Sky High. Because not only was she not going to be shunted from the hero social class, but she was going to be excepted by the sidekicks…and one or two select heroes who didn’t care who her father or mother was; there weren’t very many at this school.
Jenna was wearing her characteristic black eyeliner on the bottom lid of her eyes instead of the top, a tinge of red cherry lip-gloss shone slightly in the fluorescent lights of the cafeteria as she walked towards the only empty table left.
Her black converse with the neon green and pink laces made gentle thudding noises as she walked towards it, but the noise was muffled by the many voices that carried through the large room.
Her old and ripped jeans were attracting many looks from both boys and girls alike. The girls were shaking their heads in disgust at her ‘lack of style’ and the boys were grinning appreciatively, knowing that she wasn’t some girl who didn’t want to get dirty.
Her shirt was attracting more attention than her pants, though. Her shirt was black, semi tight and ended just above her pants, leaving a small strip of skin to be seen. It wasn’t just plain old black, though. It was graffitied on, by her. She loved designing new fashions for herself in her spare time.
On her arm hung a messenger bag made completely out of green, black and pink duct tape. One of her oldest and only friends had given it to her three years ago when she turned 14. She had just started High School in a different city and it had been an early birthday gift. She loved the bag dearly, and it showed. All over the bag were little things. Some written by her, some drawings, some things Cameron, the person who made the bag, had drawn or written before she had given it to her. It was a cherished possession and she never would have given it up for the world.
As Jenna neared the table, carrying her tray of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a diet peach Snapple and an apple, she had her head held high, not looking at anyone but walking proudly towards that empty table. She could hear the whispers, but she was immune to them. She’d been to far too many schools and heard all of the ‘smart remarks’ people made about her so much, that she didn’t quite care what they said anymore. Until she caught the phrase, “She’s gonna be the next Warren Peace!” That confused her. She was going to be the next ‘War and Peace’? How could she be the next book? She wrote it off simply as idiocy and sat down at the table. The chattering about her died away quickly and the cafeteria was, once more, a playground full of voices.
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A few minutes later, a small group of six students walked in, completely soaked from head to toe. Jenna raised an eyebrow at the funny sight, but smiled, amused, and shook her head, returning to her lunch. She was not surprised when they all sat down at her table. It was, she knew, the last open table. She didn’t acknowledge them other than a silent nod at each of them. She’d been raised to always be polite. A girl sitting next to her, decked out in a lot of green, smiled cheerfully and said, “You must be Jenna. I’m Layla, this is Will,” she pointed out a boy dressed in red, white and blue, “Ethan,” he was orange, “Magenta,” purple, “Zack,” bright, bright neon yellow, “ and Warren.” The last name struck her. ‘She’s gonna be the next Warren Peace!’ “Warren Peace?” she asked, looking at him, thoughtfully. He looked at her for a moment and then growled slightly, obviously annoyed that she’d said his name. She raised her eyebrow and muttered to herself, “I can see why they’d say that, then…” Everyone looked at each other, confused, until Layla asked her, “What do you mean? What did who say?” Jenna smiled slightly and said, “I heard some people saying I would be ‘the next Warren Peace’. I thought they were idiots and talking about the book, ‘War and Peace’.” Warren’s gaze darkened, she noticed, but he said nothing.
Layla quickly changed the subject and said, “So, why are you starting Sky High so late? Did you just develop your powers?” It wasn’t an uncommon question, but the girl obviously didn’t know much about the superheroes of America. “No…there are more super hero academies across the world…Sky High is just one of the more…upper class…ones. I’ve had my powers since I was three,” she said nonchalantly, taking a sip of her Snapple. She had tried not to make the girl feel dumb. She had a tendency for doing that sometimes. It was one of the things she was trying to control. Apparently, it was working. Layla just smiled and said, “So, where have you been?” Jenna thought a bit and said, “Well, there’s at least one in every state. I’ve been to about half of those, and I got kicked out of about all of those. We’ll just see if Sky High can handle my temper, shall we?” She smiled wolfishly.
Zach looked at her and said, “Is it true you’re the Manipulator’s daughter?” Everyone else at the table glared at him, except Warren, who just rolled his eyes. Jenna wasn’t annoyed or perturbed. She was proud of who her father was…for the most part. “I am. News travels fast here…” She shrugged and finished her Snapple off. She looked at all of them and said, “Why are you so wet?” Layla blushed fiercely and said, “That was my fault…It was raining the day before and I forgot about that, so I suggested we all go outside to eat…we got caught under a torrent of water that just happened to break as we walked out.” Jenna laughed lightly and said, “That must’ve been fun.” “Oh, yes, great fun,” Warren growled out, not liking her already. Jenna looked at him, affronted, and asked everyone else, “Did I say something?” They looked at her sympathetically and shook their heads.
The bell rang and Jenna said, “Well, it’s been nice, but I have to get to…,” she checked her schedule, “Mad Science. I’ll see you later.” “Do you even know where it is?” Warren asked, glaring at her. “No, but I guess I’ll find out, won’t I?” Will pushed his friend lightly and said, “Warren and I will go with you. We’re in your class.” Jenna frowned and said, “I didn’t see you before…” “We were in the principal’s office. She was just lecturing us on not destroying the cafeteria again this year. She does that every year…,” Will said, grinning slightly. Jenna shrugged and said, “Alright. Let’s go.” The three walked out after saying goodbye to the Sidekicks.
Order in Chaos
It kinda sucks, but...enjoy XD
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Jenna walked into the cafeteria, alone and sullen. Her first day of Sky High was not turning out how she thought it would. Sure, she got Hero (her mother would be so ashamed, yet her father proud), but none of the heroes wanted to talk to her because of her parents.
Her mother was a sidekick nobody who could cheer people up. That was her only power. She used to be called ‘Gaudea’, which came from the Latin word ‘gaudeo’, which meant ‘I am happy’.
Her father was a villain. One of the worst villains ever to set foot in Maxville. Because of her father’s villainous ways, she rarely saw him, but when she did, he treated her like any normal father would; with great love and care. She loved her father, as well. She knew what he did was wrong, and she was just the slightest bit ashamed for sharing his name, but she loved him unconditionally all the same. And anyway, who isn’t ashamed of their parents at least a little bit?
Now, anyone who would really get to know her would say she was a total sweetheart, which almost anyone who didn’t get to know her would laugh outright at. She had a hard outer shell from countless different schools and never ending ridicule. She could be harsh, mean and she could throw you into a wall, even if you had super-strength and could overpower her easily. She did not have super-strength, telekinesis, pyrokinesis, or any other mentally or physically based super power. She did not have her mother’s gaudiness, either. She had her father’s power. Manipulation. She could control your thoughts and feelings. She made people throw themselves into walls. Or she made others do it for her. Although, those who became her friends got the good side of her. She could also cheer people up exceptionally, like her mother; but it wasn’t a super power. It was just a knack for saying the right thing at the right time.
It was just this that would get her into trouble that first day of school at Sky High. Because not only was she not going to be shunted from the hero social class, but she was going to be excepted by the sidekicks…and one or two select heroes who didn’t care who her father or mother was; there weren’t very many at this school.
Jenna was wearing her characteristic black eyeliner on the bottom lid of her eyes instead of the top, a tinge of red cherry lip-gloss shone slightly in the fluorescent lights of the cafeteria as she walked towards the only empty table left.
Her black converse with the neon green and pink laces made gentle thudding noises as she walked towards it, but the noise was muffled by the many voices that carried through the large room.
Her old and ripped jeans were attracting many looks from both boys and girls alike. The girls were shaking their heads in disgust at her ‘lack of style’ and the boys were grinning appreciatively, knowing that she wasn’t some girl who didn’t want to get dirty.
Her shirt was attracting more attention than her pants, though. Her shirt was black, semi tight and ended just above her pants, leaving a small strip of skin to be seen. It wasn’t just plain old black, though. It was graffitied on, by her. She loved designing new fashions for herself in her spare time.
On her arm hung a messenger bag made completely out of green, black and pink duct tape. One of her oldest and only friends had given it to her three years ago when she turned 14. She had just started High School in a different city and it had been an early birthday gift. She loved the bag dearly, and it showed. All over the bag were little things. Some written by her, some drawings, some things Cameron, the person who made the bag, had drawn or written before she had given it to her. It was a cherished possession and she never would have given it up for the world.
As Jenna neared the table, carrying her tray of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a diet peach Snapple and an apple, she had her head held high, not looking at anyone but walking proudly towards that empty table. She could hear the whispers, but she was immune to them. She’d been to far too many schools and heard all of the ‘smart remarks’ people made about her so much, that she didn’t quite care what they said anymore. Until she caught the phrase, “She’s gonna be the next Warren Peace!” That confused her. She was going to be the next ‘War and Peace’? How could she be the next book? She wrote it off simply as idiocy and sat down at the table. The chattering about her died away quickly and the cafeteria was, once more, a playground full of voices.
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A few minutes later, a small group of six students walked in, completely soaked from head to toe. Jenna raised an eyebrow at the funny sight, but smiled, amused, and shook her head, returning to her lunch. She was not surprised when they all sat down at her table. It was, she knew, the last open table. She didn’t acknowledge them other than a silent nod at each of them. She’d been raised to always be polite. A girl sitting next to her, decked out in a lot of green, smiled cheerfully and said, “You must be Jenna. I’m Layla, this is Will,” she pointed out a boy dressed in red, white and blue, “Ethan,” he was orange, “Magenta,” purple, “Zack,” bright, bright neon yellow, “ and Warren.” The last name struck her. ‘She’s gonna be the next Warren Peace!’ “Warren Peace?” she asked, looking at him, thoughtfully. He looked at her for a moment and then growled slightly, obviously annoyed that she’d said his name. She raised her eyebrow and muttered to herself, “I can see why they’d say that, then…” Everyone looked at each other, confused, until Layla asked her, “What do you mean? What did who say?” Jenna smiled slightly and said, “I heard some people saying I would be ‘the next Warren Peace’. I thought they were idiots and talking about the book, ‘War and Peace’.” Warren’s gaze darkened, she noticed, but he said nothing.
Layla quickly changed the subject and said, “So, why are you starting Sky High so late? Did you just develop your powers?” It wasn’t an uncommon question, but the girl obviously didn’t know much about the superheroes of America. “No…there are more super hero academies across the world…Sky High is just one of the more…upper class…ones. I’ve had my powers since I was three,” she said nonchalantly, taking a sip of her Snapple. She had tried not to make the girl feel dumb. She had a tendency for doing that sometimes. It was one of the things she was trying to control. Apparently, it was working. Layla just smiled and said, “So, where have you been?” Jenna thought a bit and said, “Well, there’s at least one in every state. I’ve been to about half of those, and I got kicked out of about all of those. We’ll just see if Sky High can handle my temper, shall we?” She smiled wolfishly.
Zach looked at her and said, “Is it true you’re the Manipulator’s daughter?” Everyone else at the table glared at him, except Warren, who just rolled his eyes. Jenna wasn’t annoyed or perturbed. She was proud of who her father was…for the most part. “I am. News travels fast here…” She shrugged and finished her Snapple off. She looked at all of them and said, “Why are you so wet?” Layla blushed fiercely and said, “That was my fault…It was raining the day before and I forgot about that, so I suggested we all go outside to eat…we got caught under a torrent of water that just happened to break as we walked out.” Jenna laughed lightly and said, “That must’ve been fun.” “Oh, yes, great fun,” Warren growled out, not liking her already. Jenna looked at him, affronted, and asked everyone else, “Did I say something?” They looked at her sympathetically and shook their heads.
The bell rang and Jenna said, “Well, it’s been nice, but I have to get to…,” she checked her schedule, “Mad Science. I’ll see you later.” “Do you even know where it is?” Warren asked, glaring at her. “No, but I guess I’ll find out, won’t I?” Will pushed his friend lightly and said, “Warren and I will go with you. We’re in your class.” Jenna frowned and said, “I didn’t see you before…” “We were in the principal’s office. She was just lecturing us on not destroying the cafeteria again this year. She does that every year…,” Will said, grinning slightly. Jenna shrugged and said, “Alright. Let’s go.” The three walked out after saying goodbye to the Sidekicks.