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I hate my name! I don't know what my mother was thinking but Mindy makes me sound like some damn Mickey Mouse groupie. I honestly don't think it's fair that she got a perfectly reasonable name like Jennifer and my fathers name is Michael.

Did she want me to rot in purgatory?

"So are you like Mickey mouses' girlfriend or something?" Zach asked.

"Not exactly. You see her name is Minny and is also, incidentally, a mouse," I explained, "it's not because I don't want to be his girlfriend because I left heart wrenching messages on his answering machine but he doesn't think cross species would work."

Zach looked very confused. Good, Mindy! Great work; confuse the only people who have talked to you all day. The dark haired girl laughed and affectionately pushed Zach.

This was my first day in Sky High and I was seated at the lunch table with Will, Leila, Magenta, Ethan and Zach. The only people who had befriended me.

"So what's your power?" Will prodded.

Ah the dreaded question followed swiftly by the dreaded explanation. I could almost predict how the conversation would go!

"It's a bit unusual," I mumbled trying to prolong the moment.

"Zach can glow," Ethan pointed out jerking a thumb at said boy.

"When I say unusual I really mean it," I stated enthusiastically.

There was a pause. "Zach can glow," Ethan repeated the hand gesture.

"Fine. I can control tattoo's," I explained.

"Huh?" Will said brown eyes widening. The eloquence of the table astounds me.

"Tattoos on your flesh. I can control them," I replied to all the blank faces. This is the part where is gets predictable.




"What does that mean exactly?" Leila asked. I wish I could place probability bets with myself. Ever since my powers had developed I got asked the same question over and over.

"At the moment I can only make them move around on the skin but Principle Powers said they would develop. Well she said they should. Ok the phrase used was could."

"What do you mean develop?" Ethan asked curiously.

"Um she mentioned something about assuming physical shape but I think it's actually taking on characteristics of the tattoo that is most likely," I informed them trying to remember the very large words that Principle Powers used.

"Physical shape would be like pulling a sword out of the picture and really having a sword right?" Will was trying to comprehend.

"Yeah and with the characteristics thing I could make tattoos of fire literally feel hot to touch," I further elucidated.

"Speaking of fire where's Warren?" Zack asked the group looking around. Will shrugged.

"Whose Warren?"

"Just a mate of ours," Will answered her.

"He repeated just to be in our year. He told the teachers he didn't pay attention in any classes so he may as well try again," Zach said proudly as he clearly found this fact awesome.

"He's actually really smart," Leila hastened to assure me. I didn't know who the hell Warren was so I was big with the not caring but I wondered why Leila felt inclined to tell me so quickly.

"Speaking of repeatee's," Magenta whispered, "look who just walked in."

A tall boy, a short boy and a black girl walked into the cafeteria.

"Who are they?" I asked craning to look.

"Remember how we told you about Royal Pain's attempted take over," Will began with an obvious shudder.


"Well those three were her little accomplices. We knew they were horrible but we didn't think that they would really involve themselves in something so serious," Leila looked most concerned.

I surveyed the group again. They did not look like villains… not that I knew a lot about what they were supposed to look like but I never thought it would resemble a combo of tweedle dee, tweedle dum and skipy the cheerleader. The taller boy was attractive but looked like he belonged with some angsty boy band rather than badass villain groups.

"So why were they let back in?" I wanted to know.

"Principal Powers is a softy really and somehow thinks these guys can redeem themselves. Royal Pain went to solitary but these guys are back. Probably right back to bullying!" Will snorted with disgust. Ethan nodded energetically clearly lost in some hideous flash back.

"Names and powers?" I was secretly trying to guess which each one would possess. I'm betting the cheerleader has the power of the facial. Which seems a little unfair since I can only make pictures move.

"Penny can multiply herself. Thrice the bitchiness in one petite package," Magenta eyed the black girl with contempt.

"The tall one is Lash. Self explanatory!" Ethan glared at the older boy.

"He whips people? Kinky!" I joked while Ethan looked slightly mortified.

"He stretches," Zach confirmed.

"The last one is Speed. He runs really fast," Leila pointed at the shorter slightly tubby boy.

I tilted my head and looked at Speed, "well if that ain't a little slice of irony right there!"

"Life's cruel that way," Magenta agreed shaking her head.

"Hey there's my man," Zach proclaimed standing up to greet a boy with dark brown hair around his chin.

"Don't speak Zach, you only embarrass yourself," The guy retorted but he was only half serious.

"Warren this is Mindy," Leila performed the introductions.

"Pleasure," Warren flashed a smile. I wanted to melt but that was Ethan's power.

"Ha uh um," I finished lamely.

"She is actually more coherent than that usually," Magenta told Warren who looked confused.

"Sorry really pretty smile but back to normalcy here," I managed a normal smile. Leila shot me a weird look.

"She can manipulate tattoos," Zach raced to tell Warren before he had even settled in the seat beside Ethan. At this rate I would never have to inform anybody ever again. Zach would do it for me!

"Cool. What can you do to mine," He pulled up his sleeve to flash his wrist. Flames wound around his wrist. Oh fantastic. A chance to demonstrate the uselessness of my powers.

"Aren't we not allowed to use our powers outside of the gym?" I asked hesitantly.

"Minor detail of a regimental society," Leila grinned mischievously.

Realising I had no way out of it I waved a hand over his wrist. The flames started dancing like it was a really fire. There was no light or warmth just the incredibly realistic movement.

"That's pretty weird," Warren stated gazing at his arms.

"Yeah," I agreed and waved a hand to revert the tattoo back to normal.

"So what tattoos do you have?" Ethan wanted to know.

"Um none," I winced as I said it.

"But your power is tattoos," Will said incredulously.

"Let me explain it this way. You know the story where you ask your parents to get you belly pierced cause it will make you cool and fit in etcetera. Well I explained to mom that I needed this to be cool she laughed and said when you turn seventeen," I recounted the story feeling slightly ridiculous.

"Well I refused to show my powers on placement day," Leila reminded the table.

'Brave," I muttered.

"Well they've abolished the silly hero support class and are implementing a new system due to our protestations!" Leila confidently countered.

"Speaking of, does anyone know what's happening and when?" Magenta asked looking around.

"You get paired with person and go to classes together and fight crime as equals," Warren told Magenta and finished with a ridiculously high voice, "'we're partners against crime' is the new slogan."

"The list go up at the end of lunch I heard," Ethan piped up.

"Cool man. I can't wait to see which lucky person gets put with Zach attack," Zach cried happily while Will stifled a laugh and Warren stared intently at his food. I wondered whom I was going to be partnered with. Attending classes together and fighting crime? How was she going to defeat crime with her level of powers? I suppose I could find someone with a naked lady tattooed on their back and bring it to life to distract the bad guy.

"I just feel sorry for whichever poor sap is put with our newly returned bullies," Leila scoffed.

"Listen up kids," a voice boomed over the cafeteria.

"Boomer," Warren groaned and lifted a hand to massage his temple.

"I am about to place the list. People were carefully paired with complimentary powers. When I say go you can come check then please pair off to share hellos and realisations that you are stuck with this person till you retire from crime."

There was that fighting crime again. This was a wholly new concept for me since all last year I thought going to university and becoming a doctor or a lawyer were on the cards but apparently I was a budding superhero and that meant advocating justice.

"GO!" Boomer roared. Kids scrambled for the list using powers to get there faster. Boomer chuckled clearly enjoying the moment of chaos.

Her own table made a bolt for the list after a minute or two of trying to look like they were too mature to scrabble. Even Leila joined the fray.

Ethan melted to dodge one boy shooting electricity to clear his path while Warren flared a hand in the face of a blond girl who glared icy daggers, which made the air feel cold.

"Ex-girlfriend," Magenta mumbled in my ear before disappearing into the body of a guinea pig. That was weird.

Will was carefully pulling people out of the way and setting them down. I saw an opening and dashed up towards the list when a blur of speed flashed past me and a hand grabbed the back of my shirt tripping me backwards. Speed and Lash moved past laughing easily. Leila helped me get up.

"I wish I could write a rude word on his head in ink!" I said passionately.

"Can you even use your powers for that?" Leila inquired.

"I was thinking more along the lines of permeant marker," I confessed.

"I'm with Zach," Will said as he walked towards us two girls, "And you're with Warren, Leila."

A puddle suddenly materialised beside them, "I'm with Magenta." Ethan appeared looking happy.

"I gotta see this list," I grumbled and started elbowing to get closer. I stared at the list and searched for my name. I found it just as I heard a disturbing voice say, "I'm with some chick who thinks Mickey Mouse is her boyfriend."

"Lash," I read the name out loud just to double check. I turned slowly to face him.

"What are you staring at?"

"I'm Mickey's girlfriend," I answered sardonically.

"What?" Lash replied.

"This may take a while," I groaned out loud.

"Hey who are you with Mindy?" Warren asked coming up behind me.

"Elastic Boy," I said weakly.

"Ouch. You get to be villain's friend," Warren grinned his support. I shook my head.

"What is going on here?" A voice screeched, "This looks like a zoo. Boomer you were supposed to call the names out."

"Sorry, principle Powers. Forgot I guess," Boomer feigned sheepishness.

"Students pair off now," Powers yelled in a voice almost as powerful as Boomer.

Lash and I were left staring at each other.

"Well I guess you know what I do," Lash began awkwardly. Left one on one and his communication skills fled.

"I control tattoos. I can make them move on the skin and no I don't have any. It is actually a useless power," I took a breath. Lash looked horrified.

"I have to go to all my classes with you," He whispered slowly.

"Yeah but at least we won't have to fight crime together. I hear you swing the other way so unless we fight each other ain't no justice gonna be done," I adopted a southern accent for a moment.

"It was a phase," Lash stated but he smirked. Can you feel the sincerity!

"Right. I'm sure it was and sure that we're are all gonna to ride unicorns to class, hold hands and sing godly hymns to one another!"

"So Mickey's girlfriend you'll just have to keep me in line," Lash said this as if he knew that with my pitiful power I could do jack all.

"Do what you want. I'll just go solo, tell the world we had creative differences and you had a drug problem. Worked for the Spice Girls."

"Did they have a drug problem? I didn't think they did!" Lash said confused.

"Clearly you were the only one immune to the combination of Scary Spice and Ginger, and Posh Spice is another story," I threw my hands in the air.

"What do you mean?"

"If I say 'Aliens really are among us' I will sound like a bitch so I'm gonna stay silent," I crossed my arms.

"But you just said it," Lash observed.

"Said what?" I replied, playing dumb.

"Oh good! A comedian partner," Lash moaned.

"Well I know I'm not as funny as, say, tripping someone with a comically long arm but I will try," I said sarcastically.

"Wow you work on your absence of real humour and I can work on my drug addiction and attraction to crime and we can save the world with a rousing finale of 'Kumbia my Lord'"

I stared at him. This was going to be a very long year!

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