No More Anymore
Chapter One
Early morning sun beamed through my window. I blinked against it and sheilded my eyes for a minute until the stinging sensation stopped. Then I yawned as I stretched, waking me up fully. I made sure my hair was in my usual pony-tail before finally leaving my room to reluctantly heading for the kitchen. The raucous coming from there was the real resaon I was awake. As I entered, sleep still heavy in my eyes, I was greeted by a familiar sight. Everyone was grabbing for whatever food the they could get their hands on. Arguing about anything and everything, mostly who would get the orange juice next and who had taken too much of what. I stepped in unnoticed and despite the squabbling poured myself a cup of coffee. I took it black so I didn't have to worry about having to bite someone's head off for milk or creamer. I went to stand by the window and sipped my caffiene heavy drink as I observed the scene before me. I found my self smiling, taking everyting in. It just wouldn't be right without this to wake up to. It was....oddly relaxing.
"Kurt! Get off the table!" Logan roared as he strode in. Not a morning person. At all. My ears twitched and perked picking up the sound rising above the commotion. That's the thing with being a half-breed; the ears and tail come with the deal. Though the rest of me looks human, sticking out on top of my head are two cat-like ears and a tail is connected to my spine. The match my raven black hair because thanks to experimentation Iwas now half panther but that wasn't the extent of it. I was also given abilities which helped to land me here, not that the ears and tail wouldn't do that all on their own. I just call this place the mutant school be cause that's what it is and that's what we are. No reason to give it a fancy title.
"Ok,Ok." Kurt said with his thick German accent. Logan muttered something as he grabbed a mug and fixed himself some coffee, then came to stand by me.
"It never ends." He grumbled and took a drink.
"You know you love it. Admit it." I teased.
"Yeah that's it." He said sarcastically. I grinned and sipped from my mug. Everyone was clearing out of the kitchen now but as always the table was a mess. I rolled my eyes and finished my coffee and like every other morning cleaned up the breakfast mess which I did not partake in. It didn't bother me though it gave me something to do while everyone else waited to use the shower. I showered at night so it only took me a few minutes to get ready. I heard Logan sigh behind me as I loaded the last of the dishes into the dish washer. I turned around to see what was up.
"I dunno why ya feel the need to do that when they're capable o' doin' it themselves." He said. I shrugged. I didn't feel a need to explain myself. I did it because I felt like it. Simple as that.
After I set the dishwasher to run I headed to my room to get ready for my day. It was Wed. which meant school. I slipped into my favorite pair of jeans and a cute v-neck T. I wore little make-up and most days none. Today was one such day. So I grabbed my backpack, slipped on my shoes, and was the first one out the door. As usual.
I stared ahead of me, ignoring the the stares and wide-eyed expressions of people fixated on me. Occasionally I'd smile just to show I was friendly but it only freaked them out more when they saw my particularly long, sharp, pointed canines. Unlike Kurt, I didn't feel the need to hide my appearance. As far as I was concerned I was born like this since the testing began when I was an infant. So either they could take me as I am or not at all. Either way I didnt' care.
At school people tended to steer clear of me. And if they had anything to say a quick flash of my fangs fixed it real fast.
"Terra!" I rolled my eyes, hiding my face behind my locker door, as Jean walked up to me. She was smiling so much I thought her face had frozen like that.
"Hey what's up?" I asked, grabbing the rest of my books and slamming my locker. Jean was the only one Who insited on using my real name. "And it's Van." I corrected, glaring at her. The nickname was given to me by my mom, I don't know how she came up with it, when I was little and I'd be damned if I let what little I had left to remember her by disappear. I remembered very little about my past.
"Ok, Ok. Sheesh. Sorry, Van." She said in an almost mocking tone. A low growl escaped my lips and threatened to erupt if she tested me further.
"Just tell me what's so important that you had to track me down. Then leave me alone." my eyes narrowed and I bared my teeth, just instinct.
"Um..." Jean faltered, glancing around at all the students who were now watching in anticipation. "...I'll just talk to you at home, 'kay?" She gave a quick smile and wave before turning sharply and hurrying to her 8th period class.
I sighed and relaxed my clenched fists. For some reason I just wasn't fond of her, if that's how you want to put it, and I wasn't gonna make the effort to change that anytime soon. I scanned the crowd for an opening then threw myself into the sea of raging hormones and hurried off to gym.