Pyrrhia High, a Wings of Fire as Humans story

Chapter Seven

And here, the Sunnyflight vs Starspeaker war begins.

(Starflight's POV)

As my older sister, Fierceteeth, pulled the car to a stop in the school parking lot, I ran out with my backpack looped over one shoulder, my hands still clamped over my ears until I shut the door with my foot. Removing my hands, I sighed in relief. Mastermind, my father, wouldn't let me get a car of my own yet, so he always made my nineteen-year-old sister drive me everywhere. Fierceteeth didn't want to go to collage, so she still lived with us. And every time Fierceteeth drove me somewhere, she blasted the worst heavy metal music from every speaker in the car at top volume. Obviously I had to keep my ears covered to try to keep myself from going deaf.

"Starflight!" a happy voice shouted.

I immediately smiled, turning and waving. "Hi, Sunny!" Then I noticed the purple-haired girl behind her, with wide purple eyes and a big smile. "Hey, Fatespeaker! Nice to see both of you.

"You too, Starflight!" Fatespeaker chirped. She and Sunny were the perfect set of friends, both excitable, optimistic, and friendly.

"What's the special occasion? Normally I don't get a welcoming committee when I'm dropped off." I smiled. I had been in love with Sunny since I had first met her in my first year of middle school. Although, it was a bit crushing that she never showed any sign of liking me that way, so I had sort of stopped liking her as much. I knew that, at most, she thought of me like a brother. Why be hopelessly in love with someone for your entire life, instead of exploring your other paths? I was trying to keep an open mind, but I was just nervous, nerdy, weird Starflight.

"Just wanted to say hi," Sunny said. That smile of hers was as warm as her name. "And sorry you had to ride with Fierceteeth. I know that her music tortures you."

"It's fine," I mumbled uncomfortably. I hated talking about my living situation. My nineteen-year-old sister who already had a bit of a criminal record, and my dad, who had gone to jail at least twice before, for performing illegal science experiments. I honestly had no clue why the principal still let Mastermind teach the science class at Pyrrhia High.

"Wait, what kind of music does she listen to?" Fatespeaker inquired. None of my main friend group, which consisted of Clay, Glory, Sunny, and Tsunami that we had formed in middle school had known Fatespeaker until last year, but Sunny and her had become fast friends, but Fatespeaker still didn't know about my criminal family. Only my mother, Farsight, had been really good, but she was killed in a car accident when I was only six.

"Heavy metal" I replied, and Fatespeaker grimaced.

"Ew, no. Pop is so much better." Fatespeaker commented, and Sunny nodded in agreement. Apparently they even had the same taste in music. Twin souls, I always said. My point was proved once more.

"Give me some very quiet country music any day, if you must torture me with music at all." I disagreed.

"Oh, Starflight, don't be so boring!" Fatespeaker joked. "Anyway, I'm pretty sure it's almost time for class, so we should probably head in."