Post by Ondra on Aug 29, 2007 23:20:58 GMT -5
So this is my pathetic attempt at writing a fanfic. Please read it and tell me what you honestly think. This is just the first chapter and I am working on the next installments. So, I guess that's it, read and enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own any Sky High characters or settings. They are the property of the Disney company and its affiliates.
“QUIET,” Coach Boomer yelled. “I WANT EVERYONE TO MEET OUR NEWEST STUDENT HERE AT SKY HIGH. Introduce yourself young lady, give your name, class, and power.”
“Hi. My name is Sydney. I’m a freshman and my power is…..”
“Well come on we don’t have all day.”
“Well I don’t actually know what my power is yet, but my parents seem to think that I will follow in my mother’s footsteps and be a flame thrower,” Sydney blushed.
This was the perfect start to an already horrible day. She was already nervous about starting a new school so late in the year, but then to have to tell her new classmates that she didn’t even have her powers yet was just demeaning. She already knew that her powers were coming in, but she didn’t know when they would work and she couldn’t control them when they did. Which as it happened, had led to some pretty embarrassing moments at her last school.
Sydney was used to being a loner. She didn’t make friends easily and the fact that her power tended to be uncontrollable made people practically terrified to be around her. She understood everyone’s aversion to her to an extent; she wouldn’t have wanted to be friends with someone who could turn you into a charcoal for no apparent reason either. So, she didn’t try to make friends.
That day at lunch Sydney quickly ate and then went to talk to Principal Powers about her schedule. After she had finished that chore, she quickly gathered her books from her locker and went to her next class, which happened to be Mad Science. Sydney chose a seat in the back of the class and settled in to wait until class actually started. She was just about to start reading the book her mother had given her about controlling superpowers, when two boys walked into the class and sat at the lab table right in front of her.
The first boy that sat down was about medium build, had light brown hair and, was wearing red, white, and blue. He was also shorter than the second boy, who had black hair down to his shoulders and wore jeans, a red and black shirt, and a black leather jacket. The second boy immediately captured Sydney’s attention because he had a dangerous look about him, she also thought he was cute, which embarrassed her to no end because she had never really thought any boy was cute. As she assessed the two boys, the class started to fill up and the teacher started the day’s lecture.
Sydney’s attention was brought back to the rest of the class when she heard the teacher point out that they had a new student and then she became embarrassed when he asked her to stand so that everyone could get a good look at her. Sydney rolled her eyes and considered staying where she was, but knew that getting in trouble on her first day wasn’t going to help anything. So she stood and allowed the students to stare at her like some circus freak, there was only one thing that could make the whole situation worse and that would be if her powers suddenly decided to work just because she was angry and embarrassed, which was usually the case. The teacher finally allowed her to sit and he began the lecture. Sydney found her seat and started to take notes, relieved that the public scrutiny was finally over, at least for this class.
The rest of the day passed in the same fashion. Teachers asking her to stand and introduce herself, the students gawking at her until the teacher brought the class to order, and then the intense feeling of relief when she wasn’t the center of attention anymore.
As Sydney sat doing her homework that night, she thought back on the day and was just glad that it was over. Tomorrow would be better because she wouldn’t be stared at as much and she wouldn’t have to go through introductions every time she entered a class. The only other thing Sydney was looking forward to was seeing the boy with the long hair and the leather jacket. She couldn’t seem to get him out of her head; he had seemed so mysterious and sure of himself. Oh, well, she thought, as if I’ll ever even talk to him. He probably doesn’t even know that I exist.
The next day at school, Sydney was told to report to the gym to speak with Coach Boomer about her powers. As Sydney walked into the gym, she noticed that the black haired boy was sitting on some bleachers nearby. She thought nothing of this because she was sure that Coach Boomer talked with many of the students and helped them train with their powers. Sydney gathered her courage and walked toward the boy.
As she neared, she saw that he looked angry about something and seemed to be fighting for control. Sydney was about to sit down, when Coach Boomer walked through doors and straight toward the two of them on the other side of the gym.
“Sydney Winger, I would like you to meet Warren Peace. Mr. Peace here is your new tutor,” Coach Boomer explained.
Sydney was shocked. She had been here less than two days and the teachers already felt that she needed a tutor. She snuck a glance at the boy, Warren, and saw that he seemed to be as shocked as she was about what Coach Boomer had just revealed. Before she could utter a single word, however, Warren spoke in a surprisingly deep voice.
“Right and how am I supposed to tutor her? I didn’t sign up for this, besides she’s only been here one full day. It’s not like she could be that far behind in her classes.”
“Actually, Mr. Peace, you will not be tutoring Miss Winger in her academic classes. You will be helping her to develop her powers,” Coach Boomer explained further.
“But, Coach, I told the class yesterday that my powers hadn’t started coming in yet. So how is he supposed to help me with nonexistent powers? You can’t really train something you don’t have,” Sydney argued.
“I have read your file and I know that your powers have emerged to an extent, but you can’t seem to control them. I also know that your power is flame throwing and that every female in your family has had that power for generations.”
“But Coach, how am I supposed to try to control something that doesn’t even work half the time? What good is it to even try?”
“Now see here young lady, until you learn control, your superpowers aren’t going to work right.”
“Fine, I’ll agree that maybe that is the case, but I still don’t understand how he is supposed to help. He just said he didn’t sign up for this and—“
“I don’t care whether you think he can help you or not. He is your tutor and that is FINAL. Warren, I will expect weekly reports on Miss Winger’s progress and Miss Winger please try to cooperate. I really think Warren could teach you a thing or two.”
Sydney stood in shock as Coach Boomer exited the gym and left her alone with the mysterious Warren Peace. She turned and finally faced Warren full on. He was glaring at the door Coach Boomer had just disappeared through and seemed to be considering whether or not to follow him and demand to be released from this obligation. Finally, he turned and looked at her; he seemed to be assessing her worth and Sydney was really beginning to feel self-conscious under the intense scrutiny.
“So,” she began, “nice to meet you. I am really sorry about this.”
Warren stared at her with a look of complete astonishment and said, “Whatever. Look I don’t know how I’m supposed to help you and I really don’t care if your powers ever come in, but I can see that Coach Boomer is going to make life more difficult than necessary until he thinks this is taken care of. So, I’ll find you at lunch and we can start talking strategy.”
“Okay. Whatever you say, but can I ask you one thing?”
“What.”
“What is your power? I mean how are you going to help me?”
“Not that it is any of your business, but my power is also flame throwing. And I think that is why I have been assigned to be your tutor.”
“Oh. Well, I guess that kind of makes you an expert.”
“Yeah, whatever. Just don’t forget about lunch.”
That was it. He just walked away and left her standing in the gym. Sydney was speechless. How could this be happening to her? He was the one boy that she was even remotely curious about and now he was her tutor. Sydney had thought life had dealt her enough low blows, but apparently she had been wrong. Now all she had to do was try to keep herself calm long enough to be able to get through her morning classes and then she would go begin her tutoring sessions with Warren. Hopefully she wouldn’t embarrass herself when they actually started training.
Disclaimer: I do not own any Sky High characters or settings. They are the property of the Disney company and its affiliates.
“QUIET,” Coach Boomer yelled. “I WANT EVERYONE TO MEET OUR NEWEST STUDENT HERE AT SKY HIGH. Introduce yourself young lady, give your name, class, and power.”
“Hi. My name is Sydney. I’m a freshman and my power is…..”
“Well come on we don’t have all day.”
“Well I don’t actually know what my power is yet, but my parents seem to think that I will follow in my mother’s footsteps and be a flame thrower,” Sydney blushed.
This was the perfect start to an already horrible day. She was already nervous about starting a new school so late in the year, but then to have to tell her new classmates that she didn’t even have her powers yet was just demeaning. She already knew that her powers were coming in, but she didn’t know when they would work and she couldn’t control them when they did. Which as it happened, had led to some pretty embarrassing moments at her last school.
Sydney was used to being a loner. She didn’t make friends easily and the fact that her power tended to be uncontrollable made people practically terrified to be around her. She understood everyone’s aversion to her to an extent; she wouldn’t have wanted to be friends with someone who could turn you into a charcoal for no apparent reason either. So, she didn’t try to make friends.
That day at lunch Sydney quickly ate and then went to talk to Principal Powers about her schedule. After she had finished that chore, she quickly gathered her books from her locker and went to her next class, which happened to be Mad Science. Sydney chose a seat in the back of the class and settled in to wait until class actually started. She was just about to start reading the book her mother had given her about controlling superpowers, when two boys walked into the class and sat at the lab table right in front of her.
The first boy that sat down was about medium build, had light brown hair and, was wearing red, white, and blue. He was also shorter than the second boy, who had black hair down to his shoulders and wore jeans, a red and black shirt, and a black leather jacket. The second boy immediately captured Sydney’s attention because he had a dangerous look about him, she also thought he was cute, which embarrassed her to no end because she had never really thought any boy was cute. As she assessed the two boys, the class started to fill up and the teacher started the day’s lecture.
Sydney’s attention was brought back to the rest of the class when she heard the teacher point out that they had a new student and then she became embarrassed when he asked her to stand so that everyone could get a good look at her. Sydney rolled her eyes and considered staying where she was, but knew that getting in trouble on her first day wasn’t going to help anything. So she stood and allowed the students to stare at her like some circus freak, there was only one thing that could make the whole situation worse and that would be if her powers suddenly decided to work just because she was angry and embarrassed, which was usually the case. The teacher finally allowed her to sit and he began the lecture. Sydney found her seat and started to take notes, relieved that the public scrutiny was finally over, at least for this class.
The rest of the day passed in the same fashion. Teachers asking her to stand and introduce herself, the students gawking at her until the teacher brought the class to order, and then the intense feeling of relief when she wasn’t the center of attention anymore.
As Sydney sat doing her homework that night, she thought back on the day and was just glad that it was over. Tomorrow would be better because she wouldn’t be stared at as much and she wouldn’t have to go through introductions every time she entered a class. The only other thing Sydney was looking forward to was seeing the boy with the long hair and the leather jacket. She couldn’t seem to get him out of her head; he had seemed so mysterious and sure of himself. Oh, well, she thought, as if I’ll ever even talk to him. He probably doesn’t even know that I exist.
The next day at school, Sydney was told to report to the gym to speak with Coach Boomer about her powers. As Sydney walked into the gym, she noticed that the black haired boy was sitting on some bleachers nearby. She thought nothing of this because she was sure that Coach Boomer talked with many of the students and helped them train with their powers. Sydney gathered her courage and walked toward the boy.
As she neared, she saw that he looked angry about something and seemed to be fighting for control. Sydney was about to sit down, when Coach Boomer walked through doors and straight toward the two of them on the other side of the gym.
“Sydney Winger, I would like you to meet Warren Peace. Mr. Peace here is your new tutor,” Coach Boomer explained.
Sydney was shocked. She had been here less than two days and the teachers already felt that she needed a tutor. She snuck a glance at the boy, Warren, and saw that he seemed to be as shocked as she was about what Coach Boomer had just revealed. Before she could utter a single word, however, Warren spoke in a surprisingly deep voice.
“Right and how am I supposed to tutor her? I didn’t sign up for this, besides she’s only been here one full day. It’s not like she could be that far behind in her classes.”
“Actually, Mr. Peace, you will not be tutoring Miss Winger in her academic classes. You will be helping her to develop her powers,” Coach Boomer explained further.
“But, Coach, I told the class yesterday that my powers hadn’t started coming in yet. So how is he supposed to help me with nonexistent powers? You can’t really train something you don’t have,” Sydney argued.
“I have read your file and I know that your powers have emerged to an extent, but you can’t seem to control them. I also know that your power is flame throwing and that every female in your family has had that power for generations.”
“But Coach, how am I supposed to try to control something that doesn’t even work half the time? What good is it to even try?”
“Now see here young lady, until you learn control, your superpowers aren’t going to work right.”
“Fine, I’ll agree that maybe that is the case, but I still don’t understand how he is supposed to help. He just said he didn’t sign up for this and—“
“I don’t care whether you think he can help you or not. He is your tutor and that is FINAL. Warren, I will expect weekly reports on Miss Winger’s progress and Miss Winger please try to cooperate. I really think Warren could teach you a thing or two.”
Sydney stood in shock as Coach Boomer exited the gym and left her alone with the mysterious Warren Peace. She turned and finally faced Warren full on. He was glaring at the door Coach Boomer had just disappeared through and seemed to be considering whether or not to follow him and demand to be released from this obligation. Finally, he turned and looked at her; he seemed to be assessing her worth and Sydney was really beginning to feel self-conscious under the intense scrutiny.
“So,” she began, “nice to meet you. I am really sorry about this.”
Warren stared at her with a look of complete astonishment and said, “Whatever. Look I don’t know how I’m supposed to help you and I really don’t care if your powers ever come in, but I can see that Coach Boomer is going to make life more difficult than necessary until he thinks this is taken care of. So, I’ll find you at lunch and we can start talking strategy.”
“Okay. Whatever you say, but can I ask you one thing?”
“What.”
“What is your power? I mean how are you going to help me?”
“Not that it is any of your business, but my power is also flame throwing. And I think that is why I have been assigned to be your tutor.”
“Oh. Well, I guess that kind of makes you an expert.”
“Yeah, whatever. Just don’t forget about lunch.”
That was it. He just walked away and left her standing in the gym. Sydney was speechless. How could this be happening to her? He was the one boy that she was even remotely curious about and now he was her tutor. Sydney had thought life had dealt her enough low blows, but apparently she had been wrong. Now all she had to do was try to keep herself calm long enough to be able to get through her morning classes and then she would go begin her tutoring sessions with Warren. Hopefully she wouldn’t embarrass herself when they actually started training.