Ok, well for those of you that read Choosing Sides and all that crap that I wrote so long ago, I am using a few of them again. I am using Kate, though she may be a little different and then I am using Melinda and Sarah. Sarah is not going to be as big in here as she was in CS. She was a major player there. I don't think that Jenni and Tami will be in this, or their brothers. Hell I don't even remember the boy's names. They were more like props then people.

I had posted another story, but I took it down, I hadn't realized how "Mary Sue" that one of the characters sounded. When I reread the first chapter I saw why they said that. In the next chapter it would have revealed that she wasn't, and it would have explained her inconsistency, but I am just going to rewrite it a bit before I put it back up. I have some things to change. I will not forget about that story like I have my others and my fictionpress ones.

This is AU, like all of my stuff is. This is going be basically a "what if" story. What if she had found her powers differently? I know that I have the one where she does, but this is even more different then that.

Chapter 1

The problems with being different

When you wake up downstairs it just isn't going to be a good day. That is just an unspoken rule. I mean who is happy when they find themselves not in their warm bed but on the cold couch? In January in Illinois it can get quite cold, or at least it is cold to me.

My name is Kitty Pryde and I am fifteen years old. I am currently in High School, and like all girls I have a best friend and a rival. My Best friend is Kate Bellomy while my rival is Melinda Barrett and her sister Sarah. Melinda and I fight more then Sarah and I, but that doesn't really matter too much. The point is that almost daily we have a fight.

I had assumed that since it was a Friday that nothing too bad would happen or if it did that I would have the weekend to recover. I had been getting these weird dizzy spells that kept sending me to the nurse, and I just happened to have three of them that day.

Friday night means dance night at the Bellomy's club. On Fridays they have a teen night. You can get in as long as you are fifteen, and no alcohol is served that night. It is a big thing with all the parents in the town, there was one incident where a 15 year old girl was given alcohol by this older guy and some of the parents freaked. Well, parents are like that I guess, but not mine. They know the Bellomy family and vice versa. I couldn't get alcohol if I tried. Why would I, Kitty Pryde, want alcohol? What is the point? I would have like a sip of it and then be on the floor, I have no tolerance. That is part f the problem with being so little is that I just don't weigh enough to hold much alcohol.

Now these dance nights are always fun, because I love to dance. Well on this particular January night it was particularly active. There were people everywhere. I love it when it is busy. The more people there are then the more fun that I have. There are more people to dance with (when I choose to) and there are more people to watch and learn from, that is how I learned everything that I know about dancing. I have always watched people who are good or have a good move and then put a different spin on it. I'm not the most original, but I am one of the best dancers that show up at these teen nights. I should have known that there was something different about this night too; I finally realized that there were way too many people even for a crowded night.

"It's totally crowded. I am not going to dance." Kate says coming up on my right twirling her blond hair around her fingers. "I don't know why it is so crowded either. My parents don't know."

"They never know anything Kate; they are totally shocked when there are big crowds in here." I say slowly as I lean against the railing the separates the dance floor from the bar. "I wonder what's up though. It is way too crowded for a normal Friday night. I can't even break in to dance. Unless I want to dance on the bar I just totally have to stand here."

"I totally agree. Well there is a group of boys over along the side wall on the right side that is totally into you. You should go talk to them."

"Come with me?" I ask as she nods eagerly taking my hand and pulling me through the crowd to the group that she had been talking about. I knew a few of them, and I knew that they liked me, and I had eaten lunch with them a few times when Kate had been sick. "Hey Guys, so what brought you all here? I thought that you told me that you would never come?" I ask teasingly as Kate and I sit at the two extra seats that had ironically been there.

"We had nothing better to do." Lance says shrugging. He is the leader and this group and if the rumors are true then he was what they called a mutant, but I never cared. When had these "bad people" done anything to anyone I knew? I live in a quiet town; if anyone had ever been hurt by one then everyone would know in a minute. "But the better question is why isn't the Pretty Kitty dancing?" He always called me the Pretty Kitty. It was almost like an annoying pet name that would just never die. He wasn't even the only one that called me Pretty Kitty, the entire group did.

"Maybe I just want to sit one out. The dance floor is packed. No one out there really seems to be all that good at dancing and I don't want to have to be bothered by watching Melinda slut up the dance floor. We all know how she dances." I say laughing as the guys cringe. "She is always all over the jocks, they seem to be the only ones who actually like it, but then again they have no taste."

"Well that is why they go for the cheerleaders. They want the girls that dance like that when they have no reason to." Lance says smiling at me. Everyone knew that Lance liked me and everyone knew that I didn't like him back. We were just friends, and that is how I wanted it. "The ones that flaunt it are the ones that don't got it to start with."

"How eloquent." I mutter watching the people on the dance floor. "I just have to wonder if there is a reason for all of this. This place is packed, it is never this busy."

"Apparently there are some guys from New York in the area scouting for models or something." Lance says as his friends laugh causing Kate and me to sigh. Who would have really thought that they would come here to look for talent? There are very few people her to begin with. They should have just stayed in New York, they would have had better luck, but they weren't here for what we thought they were, but we didn't find out until way later.

"You better get out there Kit; your parents would love it if you were a movie star." Kate squeals excitedly.

"Kate, your parents would be just as happy." I sigh knowing that she was right. My parents are the type that just wants what is best for me; they don't want to choose my future while Kate's parents just knew that she was going to be a doctor. "They might get a little mad at first, but when they see the money you'll rake in they will love it. I try not to fool myself into thinking that I am anything special."

"So Brandon," Kate says to the punk teen sitting next to her. "What did you parents say about that grade in history?" Everyone knows why Kate talks to Brandon, she is in love with him, but her parents would never accept him. They said that Brandon had one foot in jail already. He is just a really good drummer, but they think that anyone that dresses like he does might as well already be in jail. My night passed like that at a snails pace. The dance floor was crowded, and the only place to sit was with Lance and his gang. The thing with Lance is that you have to try not to make him mad; I swear that earthquakes coincide with his anger. I know that that is impossible, but it makes sense. Every time that he gets upset you can feel it.

Around nine I realized that Kate was nowhere around. She likes to wander, but I knew that in about fifteen minutes she would be ready to leave so I apologized to Lance and went on my search of the girl.

"Now I've been watchin' you all night, and ya seem ta hold de most potential of all of de girls here for dis movie dat we be shootin'. You look absolutely stunning." A tall man wearing dark glasses says as he taps my shoulder lightly. As I slowly turned around I just knew that this was not going to be good. The man in question was absolutely gorgeous and the accent was just icing on the cake.

"You have to be kidding me. I have seen the other girls here, and I am nothing special. Excuse me, but I have to find my friend, I hope that your search goes well." I say turning around to find Kate but people are so full of surprises that it is often scary.

"Well Kitty, then I guess that that be a yes, so will I be seeing ya at yer house tomorrow? I'm sure dat I can get someone ta tell me de address and directions." He says with a hint of humor in his voice.

"Ok, I'll talk to you, but just know that I am only 15, and that I won't necessarily agree to any of this. I am assuming that you aren't going to give up until I at least talk to you, are you?"

"My name be Remy LeBeau and I have a way of getting what I want. I be a very good convincer."

"She isn't going anywhere with you, so you can just buzz off, go pick up a cheerleader, she is a higher class girl." Lance says walking over to us, if I wasn't so innocent at the time I would have picked up on the implication in his statement, but there was no way that I would have known then, I as an innocent Jewish girl. What did I know of what he was talking about? Then again… it could have been completely innocent I guess, but with Remy the chances are slim to none.