Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Men, or any X-Men characters or Logan or
Jubilee. But I own this girl in my story. I don't want to give her name(s?)
away yet. She's my baby. I once wrote a story with her in it a while back
and now its waaaaaaaaaaay in the back there. Anyways, what was I saying? OH
yes. DON'T SUE ME! I JUST LIKE YOUR CHARACTERS!
Author's Note: Story seems anti-Logan, but I have plans so don't worry. I love Logan I couldn't talk smack bout him if I tried.
I sat there cross-legged under the big tree. Quiet. Not sure what kinda tree it was, but it was good for sitting under and being quiet. I wondered how many people had already sat under that tree before me, and wondered what they thought of. I wondered if the tree still knew all the thoughts and all the people who had sat there previously.
I sighed.
"What a foolish thing to do," I thought. "Why wouldn't anyone tell me. I'm sure he knew…no I'm positive he knew I was his kid!" I put my chin in my right hand and leaned it on my knee. "Well, I suppose this is it. This is the last I will see of this place. Seven years I lived here and seven years he knew, he KNEW I was his kid and he never said a thing. It's too late."
I got up, picked my old book bag off the soft, cool grass, spread my wings, and flew away. They hurt sometimes when I unfurled them after not using them for a while. And I really hadn't used them in a while. Almost three weeks by myself could do that to me…
Up over the fence, up over the trees, up over the world I knew. It was cold. I didn't have my coat on or otherwise I wouldn't be able to use my wings. I flew fast and furious, I had to get away. I had to leave. I hated, hated that place, especially him.
Logan.
My father.
Lots of people love the guy. But me, I hate him. I never used to hate him. Never used to like him either. He was always rather distant towards me, treated me kinda like a nobody, but I was pretty used to it by then, I didn't care anymore. I was an intruder. And I suppose I was an intruder. He had it pretty good with the X-Men, and if anyone found out I was his bastard kid, Jubilee especially…
Jubilee.
Now there's another girl I don't like. She was like Logan. Always nice and good to the others, but me, I was an intruder. Sure she was civil and polite, but there wasn't any warmth or sincerity when she talked to me, if she did talk to me. But I figured it was OK, just so long as she didn't pick on me.
No one picked on me.
Not much attention, period. I suppose they thought I wasn't fucked in the head like a lot of the rest of them. They thought I came from a pretty good place to another pretty good place, so why should I have to be bothered with. Get what I'm sayin?
Ysee, my father, Logan, met my mother, Carla, in Brazil while she was in the Peace Corps. They met, they wooed, they fucked, and then it was time for her to go back to America. He meant to follow her, or so he said. He had business to finish, or something. Prolly impregnating another woman. She went to live in Chicago away from her family (would you want to go back to live with your family if you were impregnated while doing volunteer work in another country?), and she was to write to him to tell him where to come and what not.
She wrote and wrote, and called and called, but no answer. In the meantime, I grew and grew, and kicked and wanted to be let out. So out I came and then it was definitely just me and my mom.
We lived in an apartment on the Northside. I went to school and did fairly well, but I was more into things like gym and doodling in my math spiral. I was looking forward to getting a scholarship for art or basketball or SOMETHING so I could go to a really good high school.
But then puberty hit.
I was laying in bed one night, and my back itched and itched. My mom called the doctor, and I can remember… I was lying on my stomach looking at her and screaming and crying in pain. She was standing in the doorway; the bright kitchen light outlined her figure. She was holding the phone with two hands.
"Yes doctor, there's two huge red bulges out of my daughter's back! The come from the middle of the back to the shoulder and then down…"
And she stopped talking when my wings began to come out and I screamed my last scream for that night.
Author's Note: Story seems anti-Logan, but I have plans so don't worry. I love Logan I couldn't talk smack bout him if I tried.
I sat there cross-legged under the big tree. Quiet. Not sure what kinda tree it was, but it was good for sitting under and being quiet. I wondered how many people had already sat under that tree before me, and wondered what they thought of. I wondered if the tree still knew all the thoughts and all the people who had sat there previously.
I sighed.
"What a foolish thing to do," I thought. "Why wouldn't anyone tell me. I'm sure he knew…no I'm positive he knew I was his kid!" I put my chin in my right hand and leaned it on my knee. "Well, I suppose this is it. This is the last I will see of this place. Seven years I lived here and seven years he knew, he KNEW I was his kid and he never said a thing. It's too late."
I got up, picked my old book bag off the soft, cool grass, spread my wings, and flew away. They hurt sometimes when I unfurled them after not using them for a while. And I really hadn't used them in a while. Almost three weeks by myself could do that to me…
Up over the fence, up over the trees, up over the world I knew. It was cold. I didn't have my coat on or otherwise I wouldn't be able to use my wings. I flew fast and furious, I had to get away. I had to leave. I hated, hated that place, especially him.
Logan.
My father.
Lots of people love the guy. But me, I hate him. I never used to hate him. Never used to like him either. He was always rather distant towards me, treated me kinda like a nobody, but I was pretty used to it by then, I didn't care anymore. I was an intruder. And I suppose I was an intruder. He had it pretty good with the X-Men, and if anyone found out I was his bastard kid, Jubilee especially…
Jubilee.
Now there's another girl I don't like. She was like Logan. Always nice and good to the others, but me, I was an intruder. Sure she was civil and polite, but there wasn't any warmth or sincerity when she talked to me, if she did talk to me. But I figured it was OK, just so long as she didn't pick on me.
No one picked on me.
Not much attention, period. I suppose they thought I wasn't fucked in the head like a lot of the rest of them. They thought I came from a pretty good place to another pretty good place, so why should I have to be bothered with. Get what I'm sayin?
Ysee, my father, Logan, met my mother, Carla, in Brazil while she was in the Peace Corps. They met, they wooed, they fucked, and then it was time for her to go back to America. He meant to follow her, or so he said. He had business to finish, or something. Prolly impregnating another woman. She went to live in Chicago away from her family (would you want to go back to live with your family if you were impregnated while doing volunteer work in another country?), and she was to write to him to tell him where to come and what not.
She wrote and wrote, and called and called, but no answer. In the meantime, I grew and grew, and kicked and wanted to be let out. So out I came and then it was definitely just me and my mom.
We lived in an apartment on the Northside. I went to school and did fairly well, but I was more into things like gym and doodling in my math spiral. I was looking forward to getting a scholarship for art or basketball or SOMETHING so I could go to a really good high school.
But then puberty hit.
I was laying in bed one night, and my back itched and itched. My mom called the doctor, and I can remember… I was lying on my stomach looking at her and screaming and crying in pain. She was standing in the doorway; the bright kitchen light outlined her figure. She was holding the phone with two hands.
"Yes doctor, there's two huge red bulges out of my daughter's back! The come from the middle of the back to the shoulder and then down…"
And she stopped talking when my wings began to come out and I screamed my last scream for that night.