I sat on my purple beanbag chair, curled up into a tight little ball. I was glaring at my math homework, cursing the bastard who invented the fraction. Sighing, I closed the book. Why bother? I would only fall asleep on what I had completed and drool all over it. Then I would have to redo it. I headed downstairs and into the kitchen. Potato chips would keep me awake so I could complete the last few problems. Sure the paper would have grease smears on it, but at least it would be done.

I wandered into our large kitchen, where my brother, Franz, was sitting at the table, his eyes glued to the screen of his laptop. I snuck behind him slowly. I had never seen him so interested in something; perhaps it was porn? No, it was X2. That was worth all of his attention the day before a big science test. God, what was it with those stupid X-Men movies? The characters weren't even that interesting! Who cares about some angry critter with butter knives on his fingers with a facial hair problem? I slammed on the pause button and smacked him upside the head.

"Ow!" He yelled, rubbing the back of his head.

"You dope, you need to study for your friggin' test!"

"What are you talking about? This is very scientific stuff." He snapped, still rubbing his head. He stopped suddenly and turned to glare at me. I leaned forward, and found myself staring at a blue man with a tail.

"Oh yes. Very scientific. I can see the connection to tectonic plates. You have reformed me. Thank you very much, you royal butt-wart." I grabbed the chips and a soda.
"If you fail the test, I stick a box of frozen fish sticks up your butt." I announced as I studied nutrition information on the bag. Ouch. Shouldn't have done that. Franz grumbled something about selling me to one of his dorky friends as a slave. I ruffled his dark hair as I walked by; he chucked a pencil at me.

I headed back up to my room and flipped on my CD player. Rammstein blasted at me. I knew the lyrics by heart. I kicked my useless dog out of the room before she could get on my bed and drool on my pillow. I slipped back into the beanbag chair, yanking open my math book. As soon as I picked up my pencil, I heard Franz scream downstairs.

My sister instinct kicked in; I leaped up and ran downstairs. I almost broke my neck down the stairs, leaping down them three at a time. I skidded towards the kitchen and almost rammed into Franz. He was standing in the doorway, pale and mumbling something.

"What the hell? What the hell is going on down here? What happened?"

"I-I just hit the keyboard, it wouldn't play, I hit the keys, I don't know what happened…"

"Get out of my way, you bumbling idiot!" I shoved him out of the way and stepped into the kitchen. I found myself face to face with a blue creature with black hair and a tail.

"Hello." He said cheerfully, a German accent evident. "May I ask where I am? The young man over there just screamed."

"Um… now who the heck are you?"

"Oh, my name is Kurt Wagner. They also call me Nightcrawler." He stood up and smiled cheerfully, holding out his hand to me. "How do you do?"

I stared at him for a moment, then I closed my eyes slowly. Only on a Monday.