“…and so I thank all of you for electing me as your president,” Wonder Woman said as she stood on the steps of the White House.

The crowd, dressed in Wonder Woman shirts, cheered and waved WW FOR PRESIDENT banners. “My first priority as your president will be world peace,” she promised. “And now I’ll take questions from the reporters.”

“Are you a morning person or a night person?” Harley Quinn asked.

“Excuse me?”

“Morning or night person?” Harley pressed.

Wonder Woman blinked and sat up. She had sleep in her eyes—that crusty stuff that was almost as annoying as the video camera in her face. “Was I dreaming?” Wonder Woman asked, and she rubbed her eyes vigorously.

“Not sure,” Harley said as she adjusted the video lens. “You’re a solid sleeper, although there was a lot of waving going on. But my viewers want to know more about you, so…”

“Morning person,” Wonder Woman said, now fully awake. She bounded up, and in one sweeping gesture, made her bed. Then, while she was at it, she made her roommate’s trampoline bed, too, as Harley filmed her.

Wonder Woman brushed her hair, adjusted her tiara, and then looked around for her bracelets. She was dismayed to find them on her roommate’s wrists, and to see that Harley was now tangled up in her lasso.

“Harley, what are you doing?” Wonder Woman asked.

“I wanted to see what it would be like to be you,” Harley said.

As Wonder Woman unraveled her roommate, Harley became more animated. “Okay! Well, that was fun. Wowza! Now let me post the video of you waking up. I know my viewers are going to want to see that!”

Wonder Woman bit her lip. “It might be boring,” she said. “Perhaps you could put someone else on HQTV.”

“That’s just what I was thinking!” Harley said, leaping up and doing a somersault to prove her point. “I’ve added a familiar face. Watch!”

As the theme music began to rise, the usual HQTV logo had a new twist: Harley’s laughing face appeared on-screen in the middle of the Q.

“Oh! And don’t worry, it’s not just you on HQTV,” Harley assured her. “I shoot everyone!”

To prove her point, Harley showed Wonder Woman a clip of Frost freezing Miss Martian’s hot soup, and another one of the Riddler refusing to let anyone into the library until they could answer his riddle.

Wonder Woman wasn’t sure that made her feel any better, but she didn’t want to upset Harley. Plus it was her first full day as a student at Super Hero High. She was determined to make a good impression.

“Is it true that you’re a lock for the Super Triathlon team?” Harley asked as she uploaded the video.

Wonder Woman was reading her emails. There were several from her mother.

“A lock?” she asked. She shook her head. “I don’t think I’m a lock; I’m more of a girl—you know, a super hero girl.”

“No, no,” Harley sighed. “Man, are you literal. I mean a shoo-in to be on the team.”

Wonder Woman pondered the question. To her, it seemed that her roommate spoke in gibberish, asking if she was a lock or a shoe. “I’m just me,” she said, finally. “And it would be an honor to be on the team.”

“Well, you know our school hasn’t won in fifty years, right? We’ve come in second and third, but Waller wants the gold. Everyone’s talking about who will be on the team. The stakes are pretty high, especially because this is the Super Triath’s one hundredth year. That means whichever school wins becomes the place to be.”

Wonder Woman nodded. She was listening, but not truly paying attention. She was focused on an email from an anonymous sender. It read You are not wanted at Super Hero High. Go home.

“…and so,” Harley was saying as she bounced on her just-made bed, “every school in the galaxy wanted you, and everyone at Super Hero High wanted you to come here!”

Wonder Woman turned off her computer. Not everyone, she thought.

If Wonder Woman’s mother had taught her anything, it was to never feel sorry for herself. Though she was a princess, Wonder Woman didn’t act like one—or live like one. She was used to eating a simple breakfast of roasted berries and nutritious plants. That morning in the cafeteria, a wall of color stopped Wonder Woman in her tracks.

“If you look at it long enough, it’ll talk to you,” Cheetah murmured as she passed Wonder Woman.

Wonder Woman stared hard at the colors. What would they say to her, she wondered? Maybe she should say something first.

“You’re so pretty,” Wonder Woman gushed.

Poison Ivy looked around, unsure. “Me?”

“No, that,” Wonder Woman said pointing to the bright colors in fanciful shapes that were housed in a huge wall of glass containers.

“What? Oh, the cereal?” Poison Ivy asked, looking momentarily crestfallen. She handed Wonder Woman a bowl. “Fill it up,” she said. “Well, if you want to. I mean, you don’t have to. Oh, never mind. Sorry. Just forget I’m here.”

“Why would I want to do that?” Wonder Woman asked. “I like your idea of filling up the bowl!”

Poison Ivy smiled.

Not sure which cereal to try, Wonder Woman decided to eat them all. For research, of course. She took her place at the table, balancing eight full bowls. The talk was lively, and ranged from the new custom weapon Lady Shiva had ordered online to the plight of the indigenous life-forms on the planet Rann to whether Barry “The Flash” Allen was really as fast as he claimed to be.

“HELLO!” All heads turned to Harley. “Who wants to see my latest HQTV video? All of you? Yes! Thought so. It’s already racked up hundreds of hits. Watch!”

Everyone squeezed in to see a sleepy and confused Wonder Woman wake up to a camera in her face and mumble. The short video was titled Sleeping Beauty. As the girls laughed, Wonder Woman smiled awkwardly. Did they think she was funny? Did they think she was weird? Wonder Woman wasn’t sure what they thought, so she kept smiling, even though it was starting to hurt.

Wonder Woman had thoroughly enjoyed the colorful sugary cereals. She ate them all, not wanting one bit of crunchy goodness to go to waste. By the time breakfast was over, she was chock-full of energy and raring to go!

Wonder Woman’s first class was Flyers’ Ed. The Flight Track was housed under a huge clear dome that opened with the press of a button. That way, when the Supers wanted to fly even higher, or when they were doing side-by-side formation stunt flights—always a favorite on Parents’ Night—they had that option. On the sides of the dome, missiles, assorted asteroids, and various projectiles stood by for defensive flying practice. Up above, storm, hail, and lightning machines were at the ready.

“Wonder Woman! Welcome, welcome,” cried the famed flyer and flying teacher, Red Tornado. “Such an honor to have the daughter of Amazon Queen Hippolyta in my class. You know I met your mother once at Super Summit CLXXVII, and though I doubt she’d remember me, I sure remember her.” Red Tornado stopped to catch his breath and seemed to float into a momentary daydream as he looked off into the sky. He coughed and brought himself back down to earth. “Do tell your dear mother that Red says hi!”

Wonder Woman made a note on her to-do list.

“Teacher’s pet,” someone whispered so loudly that the whole class heard.

Wonder Woman looked around eagerly for an animal or alien pet, but didn’t see one. She had always wanted a Wallaroo, but her mother said they were too hard to take care of.

“I will be training the flyers for our Super Triathlon team. Though no one is guaranteed a spot, I can only guess who might make the cut,” Red Tornado said. “It might even be someone in this class!” He winked at Wonder Woman.

Unsure what to do, she winked back. Some of the other students gave each other sideways glances. Frost and Cheetah winked at the new girl, and Wonder Woman winked at them, too, and then winked at the rest of the class, who all winked back at her.

“Eyes on me!” Red Tornado ordered as he spun into the air, creating an actual red tornado. “Nonflyers to the side!”

“Why are they splitting us up?” Wonder Woman asked Hawkgirl, who had just flexed her impressive wings.

“Nonflyers are here to observe and gain insight into flight patterns, aerodynamics, and navigation,” Hawkgirl whispered. “It could help them in battle.”

As he’d heard, Red Tornado said, “Always be on the offense. Know your enemy and anticipate what they will do! Okay, first up! Who will volunteer?”

Beast Boy began to step forward, but he wasn’t as fast as Star Sapphire. “Harness!” she commanded. The violet ring on her finger began to glow.

Instantly, Miss Martian, who was the harness helper for the day, hooked her up to the special safety belt that was controlled remotely by Red Tornado. As Star Sapphire gracefully rose into the sky, she struck midair glamour poses. Even from a distance, Wonder Woman could see the glow of her ring, which sent a wash of purple pastel onto the students below.

“She’s so amazing,” Wonder Woman said, not able to take her eyes off Star Sapphire and the haze of purple around her. “I wish I were more like her.”

“I think I love her,” Beast Boy said, staring up. “And I’m fairly certain that Star Sapphire loves me, too.”

Katana, who was standing in the shadow of an old stealth bomber, shook her head and snorted. “You’re both delusional. Star Sapphire is so full of herself. Rumor has it that she’s trying to convince her parents that she belongs on the cover of Super Hero Super Model magazine and has been begging them to buy the company.”

“She’d look good on the cover,” Wonder Woman mused. Beast Boy nodded in agreement.

Next up was Hawkgirl. Wonder Woman, still full of sugary cereal goodness, bounced in place. This is so much fun! she thought. Hawkgirl did a precision flight and landing, proving herself to be an advanced flyer.

As the class continued, there were some spectacular accidents. If not for the safety harness, a full 50 percent or more of the flyers would have ended up in the emergency room. While most students applauded the efforts of their peers, nonflyers Frost, Cheetah, and Golden Glider were more content critiquing their classmates.

When it was Bumblebee’s turn, she made a flawless lap around the flying course. Wonder Woman jumped up and down and cheered, while Frost and Cheetah stayed noticeably silent.

“Our next flyer,” Red Tornado announced, “can probably teach you a thing or two. Take notes, class. Take notes!”

Wonder Woman took out her notepad and looked around, eager to watch and learn. When no one stepped forward, she felt the awkward silence in the room.

Red Tornado cleared his throat and nodded at her. Wonder Woman cleared her throat and nodded back. He tilted his head toward the flying course, and Wonder Woman did the same.

“You’re up, Wonder Woman,” he finally said, straightening his cape.

“Me?” she asked, surprised. “Okay, here I go,” she said.

Just as she was about to take off, a loud alarm sounded. Wonder Woman stepped back. What had she done? The alarm wouldn’t stop.

“Save the Day alarm!” Bumblebee shouted. She flew down the hallways, alerting everyone.

“Save the Day!” a voice intoned over the PA system.

Before Wonder Woman could ask what they were supposed to do, everyone had disappeared, leaving her alone on the Flight Track.

Wonder Woman went outside to see what all the commotion was about. She only saw a flood of Supers heading toward her. They were all talking animatedly. From what she could pick up, Golden Glider was about to skate to victory, when The Flash swept in and saved the day.

“It’s a test,” Bumblebee explained as she linked her arm with Wonder Woman’s on their way back to class. “Save the Day is a drill to see if we know what to do in an emergency. Today the teachers hurled poisonous projectiles toward a vacant bank. It was just for practice, but you never know when a real alarm is going to sound.”

Wonder Woman hoped that sometime she’d be able to save the day. In the meantime, she still needed to show Red Tornado what she could do.

As Wonder Woman approached the takeoff pad, Cheetah gave her a slow smile. “No pressure,” she said, “but your mom is famous for flying, and if you don’t fly flawlessly, you’ll let her down. Oh, and look—there’s Harley!”

Harley waved to Wonder Woman and held up her camera.

Wonder Woman thought of her mother. She had promised her that she would make her proud, but she’d never flown this course before. The sugar from breakfast suddenly wore off, and instead of a sugary high, Wonder Woman was faced with a crashing uncertainty.

“Take your mark, Wonder Woman,” Red Tornado called. “Ready to be spectacular?” He didn’t wait for her answer. “Okay, let’s show them how it’s done! Three, two, one…take off!”