Possible or not.

Chapter 2: Missions around.

Zachariah

So beautiful. I felt like reciting a corny line off Shakespeare. It's been years since I've seen Shaila, and she has gotten so pretty and wonderful. Wow. Her blonde hair reminded me of the sun and her perfect blue eyes were dazzling. That smile. Every time she smiled in that class. It felt like the entire world would just pause and see her smile. We just talked the entire period. About her life, about mine. She has moved so much these past few years. From Paris, to Spain, to Germany, and then back here. She knows 4 languages besides English and it's amazing. I remember our parents did like each other because of their whole nemesis idea they have in their heads since they were enemies back in the olden days. Her mother defeated my mom and dad countless of times. But that was the old days, nowadays my mom is a combat trainer and my dad is a scientist. My mom doesn't use her powers often anymore, unless to fry some chicken. I've inherited them though. Except mine don't glow green, they glow red. I look down at my hands and examine them, worrying a bit. I don't have complete control over them yet. When I get angry or excited, I might burst at any moment. I shook my head and looked at Shaila. I was walking her to her next class which was right next to mine.

"So what's your locker number?" I asked and she smiled at me again.

"22 I believe," she said reading a paper she had in her hand. She seemed very smart.

"I have to ask, you're super smart. I saw it in US History, but why don't you take AP classes?" I asked. She shrugged and sighed.

"I am going to take one, but I take college classes and I am going to start working in a science facility sometime this month. I just don't know where yet," she said sounding proud and happy. She should be. I clapped for her and she starts to laugh. But she was cut off by the sound of my phone ringing. I apologized and went to the side for the second while she was opening her new, blue locker. I pulled out my phone and accepted the video call from my friend Cade. His face was into his computer and he had a cup of soda in his hand. He looked at me with his dark brown eyes and his curly black hair was messy. His dark skinned features made him look like somewhat of a movie star. His father was Shaila's mom's friend and agent. Hero agent I suppose. I waved into the phone and he waved back.

"What's up?" I asked sticking my right hand in my pocket.

"Trouble in Canada, some type of robbery. A computer of some sort. It belongs to a man named Julius Arnebarius. He has important software information for the government. A helicopter will be waiting outside in 15 minutes," he finished and I sighed not wanting to leave for the mission.

"Alright, and do me a favor," I said.

"Anything dude," he said with a pleasant smile.

"Information on Shaila Possible," I said then hung up. I went over to her and couldn't help look over her small perfect body. She was probably 5'2 or 5'3, and with those wedges she probably reached 5'5. She's so wonderful. Too bad I wouldn't be able to join her for the rest of her first day. She gave me a warm smile through her red colored lips. God she was beautiful. But duty calls.

"Hey I'll meet up with you later, I have to go meet my parents. Apparently they have a meeting and I have to watch my um... Cousin! Yeah he's staying with us for a few weeks," I said nervously and she just nodded.

"Ok? I'll see you later I suppose," she said with that sweet angelic voice. I nodded and we walked our separate ways. As the hallways cleared up I quickly speeded out to the front of the school. The helicopter was there as he said, just not on the ground. The helicopter was still in mid air. I saw the line and quickly went over to it. I grabbed the metal chain clip and hooked it to my belt loop and pulled on the line to signal I was ready to go up. I held my black pack pack as I went up in the air. I felt like I was flying. Nothing new though. I pulled myself until I reached the inside of the copter and relaxed. The pilot was a man and he greeted me in French.