O.K I have no idea where this is going but I just wanted kinda wanted to write out some ideas I've been having and I'll see where they go from here. If it's good I'll continue if it's just bad I'll lose it. But here's where I'm trying to get at, there is no X-men, yet! But there is an amazing principal at the new Bayville High School, called Xavier and he's noticing that many of his students just happen to be mutants. Many are struggling with their powers and home life.

So anyway here's the list of everyone's grade level!

Seniors- Scott, Jean, and Gambit

Juniors- Rogue, Wanda, Lance, Toad, and Boom Boom

Sophomores- Kitty, Kurt, and Amara

Freshmen- Bobby and Jubilee

Let's see where this leads to k! Just remember I'm trying to sort out my thoughts!

Chapter 1

Charles Xavier sat at his desk as he stared out the window, both of his hands crinkling a piece of paper. He was just as nervous as the kids would be, maybe even more so. He had been a principal all his life, always picking up where the last one left off at many prestigious schools. But now that he was sitting in a brand new office of a brand new school where he would be the one making every decision he was unsure of himself.

But deep down Charles knew he had nothing to fear, he had an amazing group of teachers, many from other great school along with a few fellow mutants whom he had known his whole life. The first was Ororo Munroe; they had met years ago at a seminar he was giving when she was just a college freshman. Charles had noted quickly that she was a wise girl with a quick wit and had hired her as his intern a few months later. She would be in charge of the Science wing and would have absolutely no trouble with the children. Now his other good friend Logan, Charles had a few doubts about his temper when it came to the kids. But he had been recommended by one of the best private schools out west and so Charles had put him in charge of P.E and sports. The rest of the teachers were some of the best from around the country and Charles knew his students would be able to flourish.

But there was one person Charles wished would've joined to teach Literature and that was his good friend Dr. McCoy. But unlike the rest of his fellow mutants Dr. McCoy had been born with a mutation that couldn't be hidden. The man was practically a best, but Charles knew that deep down he was an intelligent man who could do so much good for the world if they would just accept him.

Charles sighed, he had pondered for years over the way normal humans treated mutants and hated it. His once good friend Eric had parted with him years ago vowing to do something about it, but to this day Charles had heard of nothing from him. Which he knew was a good thing, for Eric was a vengeful man and could not let go of a grudge, plus he despised normal humans, which is what cost him to lose his teaching job years ago. Charles on the other hand had a dream of mutants living among humans without prejudice or hatred, but Charles believed it to be a hopeless fantasy.

When Charles looked over at the clock it said 7:30, the first of the early bird students would be arriving and Charles wanted to be out front to great everyone. So pushing the little knob on his electric wheelchair Charles made his way to the front steps, where he was greeted by a tall red head that had very sweet smile.

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Jean Grey was ten minutes early like always, being late was one of her worst fears, along with an A- on a test and missing a winning soccer goal. Jean was a smart and beautiful girl with a 4.0 grade point average and had been homecoming queen three years in a row at her old school.

As she pulled up to Bayville High she smiled at the lovely scene before her. It looked like an amazing school and Jean loved no place else like school. Except for home, her home life was absolutely perfect. Her mother was a housewife while her father worked for a large corporation which brought home a great paycheck each month. They were proud of Jean and everything she did, which was why she kept her mutant ability to read minds a secret. Deep down she believed that her parents would no longer love her if they found out she wasn't normal.

So Jean, hiding her secret as she did her whole life, walked up the steps of Bayville High with a warm smile on her face, eager to get the day started.

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Remy LeBeau pulled up to Bayville High on his brand new black and red motorcycle seconds before the parking lot began to get crowded. He nabbed a spot that was right in front of the school and was in good view so that a group of young ladies sitting on a bench couldn't help but notice him. As he pulled the helmet from his head he noticed some of the girls gasped at his attractiveness. Remy threw one of his trademark smirks at the group and he was sure one of the girls would feint.

Remy loved the ladies, just like they loved him, attracting women was one of his best talent after thieving and playing cards. He was only at Bayville High because his step father, Jean Luc, insisted he continue his schooling while they were still on a major job. The big jobs that took months to prepare were always Remy's favorite, he came from a family of thieves that lived in New Orleans and the rush that he got whenever he held a million dollar jewel in his hand was incredible.

Remy jumped off his bike and started walking toward the girls, almost forgetting to throw on his glasses. He needed them to hide his eyes, his demon red eyes, that weren't exactly a turn on for most girls. But his eyes weren't his only mutation, Remy had the power to charge any object with electric energy, and could simply make things boom. He loved his abilities, though they had taken him years to control. H thought it was a shame that he couldn't just light a card in front of the ladies and wow them.

Instead as Remy approached the group of girls he took a simpler way of introducing himself. "Ladies, moi name is Remy, whom might you all be?" he asked holding out his hand, which immediately sparked a battle between the eight or so girls, and was won by a young blonde who called herself Tabitha.

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"Dammit Lance must you speed all the time!" cried Kitty Pryde as her friend Lance slammed hard on his breaks.

"Got us here on time didn't I pretty Kitty," stated Lance flashing his sarcastic smile.

"Whatever, I'll like catch you later," said Kitty opening her door then slamming it hard as she ran toward the school.

Lance watched her as she ran off, the lovely pretty Kitty Pyrde, who he wished he could call his own. They had gone to the same High School before it got over crowded and some students needed to be shipped to Bayville. But they had been friends long before then, on his dresser he had a picture of them fishing when they were five years old, it not only reminded him of how long their friendship had lasted but it also reminded him of the day he fell in love with her. Only problem was she didn't seem to return his feelings and Lance was too afraid to ever ask her.

Lance had come from a broken family. His father was a drunk and his mother was a waitress. They had lived in a small house on the bad side of his old town and the only thing they really owned that was worth anything was a big screen TV, which was paid off with the college fund his grandmother had started for him. Lance refused to think of his family, they hated him and his mutant ability. Lance had been a strong child there was no denying it and as he grew he got stronger and stronger, till one day Lance realized he could cause an earthquake if he wanted to. He hadn't done much damage, just broke down the old shed in the back yard, but his parents were still terrified and angry at the same time, making his teenage years a living hell.

So when Lance had heard about the new Bayville school opening and that Kitty was going he begged his parents to let him go. They were eager at the thought of getting Lance off their shoulders but told him there was no money to get him boarding. But by some miracle a lady by the name of Raven Darkholme had offered to board him and a few others for free if they were willing to help clean up the old shackled mansion, Lance didn't have to think twice, he accepted it and was beginning a new life at Bayville High.

Kitty Pyrde on the other hand had come from an unbelievably normal family, so normal that when her powers began to manifest they were absolutely dying to ship her off to school. Though Kitty didn't see how that would change anything, when she got back home she would be able to morph through walls just as easily as before.

The only other person she had told was Lance; like he had told her when he found out he was a mutant. Kitty was absolutely in love with Lance Alvers, but he always seemed to treat her like one of the guys. She assumed it was for the better because if her parents ever found out she liked a boy from the other side of the tracks they would ship her off somewhere farther then Bayville.

Kitty had always been able to maintain a good grade point average but when it came to people she always seemed to get a low approval. Like back at her old school the girls use to tease her constantly and the guys would always give her a hard time. Kitty would spend hours looking at herself in the mirror not quite sure what it was about herself that made others laugh at her. If Kitty had been a tad more social as a child she would've seen that the girls were all jealous that Lance liked her so much and that the guys were jealous as well.

But Kitty assumed it was something to do with her personality, so before she stepped into Bayville High she took in a deep breath promising herself things would be different.

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Scott Summers was sulking as he approached the doors of Bayville. He had planned to pull up to school in his step fathers Porsche, claim it was his own, and grab the ladies attention. But things had gone all wrong and for someone who was usually had things go his way it felt like he was being punched in the ribs. Earlier that morning he had woken up to the alarm and in his sleepy daze shut it off telling his brother Alex to wake him up in a few minutes, which resulting in a cruel fight that Scott lost for the bathroom.

So Scott who was Mr. Self Righteous, everything goes my way, so worship me, was not excited about his first day. All week he had been pumped about joining a new school. His step parents had been delighted at his enthusiasm and done everything they could to only encourage his behavior. Scott hadn't exactly had a great reputation at his old school, both his step parents knew about his uncontrollable optic blasts that occurred every time Scott opened his eyes unless he wore glasses, and for many years he had been teased for it. Though high school had seemed less judgmental mainly because the phone rang off the hook with girls calling, the situation with the boys was pretty bad. They often hazed him asking for a fight and when Scott declined they would get physical, which more than once had resulted in pulling off his glasses.

When Scott thought about his amazing step parents and how they were so cool about his power he couldn't help but smile. They had been happy for him and so he needed to be happy. Scott decided to forget about his awful morning and walked into Bayville, a large grin on his face, which faded when he immediately saw the most beautiful girl he had ever beheld.

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Rogue was running late as always and she was circling the parking lot for a third time before her step bother Kurt basically told her she was on her own and morphed himself off the motorcycle to the school.

Kurt Darkholme was eager to start school; he always loved meeting new people. Only this time he didn't want to mark himself as the class clown, which he knew wouldn't last very long, since he seemed to just be naturally clumsy.

He must've gotten it from his father, whom his mother Mystique, aka Raven Darkholme, had never mentioned. Kurt had always wondered about who his father was, if he too was blue and fluffy. Just thinking about his true form made him look down at his morpher that he wore around his wrist to check that it was working. Whenever he saw normal colored skin on his arm he was grateful Mystique was his mother. She loved him dearly and had always been there for him. Kurt loved her so much he couldn't see that she only cared about herself.

Rogue saw things more clearly then Kurt, she hated her step mother. She supposed that Mystique was better than her father and that was the only reason she stayed.

Rogue's real mother had died when she was very young and had been forced to leave her home in Mississippi to live with her father in New York. It had been nice at first till her powers manifested and she literally felt her father's love for her die. When it became known that she couldn't touch people for a very long amount of tome or else they would die her father had taken to drinking. Rogue had luckily been old enough to avoid him when he was drunk, but one night after she had just turned fifteen she had angered him and he hit her hard across the face, though he dropped to the ground immediately Rogue had been terrified of him and ran.

She had ran to Mystique who had once been a friend of her mothers and she was accepted warmly. Life was good with Mystique also till Mystique began to use Rogue's powers for her own advantage, Rogue hated being used, she had been used her entire life, but she had to make the best of it and try to live a normal life, which was practically impossible. She had to wear clothes everywhere except her face and Mystique encouraged Rogue to wear dark colors and avoid the sun. So Rogue was what you could call a goth who was very anti social, wore black, and had two natural white stripes in her hair that often sparked a fight.

After she had circled the parking lot a forth time she realized she wouldn't find a spot. So she had to improvise. In the front of the school she had seen another bike, which was almost as good as her own, with a large amount of space around it. Rogue knew that whoever owned the bike would probably kill her for parking so close to theirs but she figured it was better then missing her first day of school.

Just as Rogue hopped off her bike the two minutes bell ran, she cured under her breath and took off running towards the school.

yeah still no clue where this is going, but I like some of the ideas I'm getting, so I'll make another chapter! Unless reviews are terrible, then I'll just break down and cry 