Skye settled back farther into the couch, content to simply watch the world
go by for once instead of training. After going through one of Logan's
sessions, she was content to lounge around until she could feel her legs
again. That woman was insane, especially during the second week of every
month, but she was also the best there was.
If her name wasn't bad enough, she also had to deal with her unimpressive physique. No matter how hard she worked out, she still kept the same whip- thin, unmuscular shape. She'd cut her hair short in an attempt to look less girlish and for practical reasons, but it still wasn't enough. There were times when she wanted to strangle whoever had named her Skye Summers on top of that. She knew everyone called her Summer Sky behind her back, and she hated it.
She glanced over at Eva, who was teasing Kirsa where they were sitting on the couch, throwing popcorn at each other. Within moments Kirsa was trying to pull out one of Eva's pom-pom pigtails while Eva tried to stuff popcorn down Kirsa's shirt. Eva dressed in baggy, shapeless, tomboy clothing that fit her tomboyishness pefectly while Kirsa tried to stay in fashion, possibly in an attempt to fit in despite her furry looks. Sometimes Skye wondered if they should have been born as boys. She knew she wished that at times, until she thought of Jean. If she and Jean were both boys... well, that just didn't bear thinking about. As it was, the only time she was glad of her need to always wear sunglasses was when she could watch Jean without anyone noticing.
Kirsa stopped playing with Eva when Kit walked into the room. Once again, he was dressed just a little nicer than most boys his age. There were times when Skye wondered if Kirsa was interested in him as a boyfriend, or whether she was just using Kit to practice flirting on. With Kirsa, it was impossible to tell. In an instant, the German mutant was off the couch and styling herself in front of Kit.
"So, what do you think of my new look?" she asked. Skye tuned Kit out as he started rambling off styling tips. Kit started berating Kirsa for just leaving her hair straight down her back instead of styling it again, while Kirsa responded by teasing Kit about his ponytail. Kit had been at the Institute for nearly a month before Skye had realized that he wasn't gay, and that was only because she'd overheard Kit drooling over Lana.
At the thought of Lana, Skye's jaw clenched up. She didn't know what it was about the girl, but Skye couldn't stand her. Kit's dreaming made it even worse. Kit wasn't exactly the most street-wise guy in the world, and Skye always felt like she had to look out for him.
When Bobbi and Judah walked into the room, arguing about the value of ice sculptures versus fireworks, Skye just groaned and tired to bury herself deeper in the couch. She just hoped they didn't try to put on a demonstration again. Cleaning up soggy, scorched carpet once had been more than enough. As the argument stated escalating, Skye realized that she'd have no such luck. Somehow, she found the energy to stumble to her feet and stiffly walk over to the new recruits. It took a few moments for them to notice their slightly mussed leader glaring at them, but when they did notice, they stopped the argument. For once Skye was glad of the horror stories Tobin told about Skye's pms-ing. That boy was infuriating, especially with his inappropriately-placed boomers, but there were times when he was helpful.
Skye continued on, going outside in an attempt to get away from everyone long enough to be able to move without regretting it. Maybe, if she was lucky, the sun would relax her aching muscles. She nodded to Professor Charlene on her way out. Some of the new recruits still looked at the professor oddly, but Skye had gotten used to the bald woman years ago. She was glad her mutation hadn't made her go bald. Every year for her birthday and for Christmas, someone would get her a wig that she ended up not wearing, and every year, Kirsa would manage to have it decorating the statue by the front door within a few days.
Skye stumbled outside, blinking at the sudden brightness that came though her glasses. Ronnie was laying on his stomach in wolf form, lounging in the sun. After a few moments, he shifted back to human form so he could roll over on his back without any wolf-whistles from Bobbi, who'd just rushed by Skye in her effort to get back outside to start up a water fight, though Skye suspected Bobbi would be using more snow than water. Bobbi beckoned Judah over, and Skye suspected she'd have to clean up their mess again. Those two were always up to something. If it wasn't for their different races, they could have passed as twins, even down to the identical bobbed haircuts and twin maniac smiles. ____________________________________________________________________________ ______ Reviews are always appreciated.
If her name wasn't bad enough, she also had to deal with her unimpressive physique. No matter how hard she worked out, she still kept the same whip- thin, unmuscular shape. She'd cut her hair short in an attempt to look less girlish and for practical reasons, but it still wasn't enough. There were times when she wanted to strangle whoever had named her Skye Summers on top of that. She knew everyone called her Summer Sky behind her back, and she hated it.
She glanced over at Eva, who was teasing Kirsa where they were sitting on the couch, throwing popcorn at each other. Within moments Kirsa was trying to pull out one of Eva's pom-pom pigtails while Eva tried to stuff popcorn down Kirsa's shirt. Eva dressed in baggy, shapeless, tomboy clothing that fit her tomboyishness pefectly while Kirsa tried to stay in fashion, possibly in an attempt to fit in despite her furry looks. Sometimes Skye wondered if they should have been born as boys. She knew she wished that at times, until she thought of Jean. If she and Jean were both boys... well, that just didn't bear thinking about. As it was, the only time she was glad of her need to always wear sunglasses was when she could watch Jean without anyone noticing.
Kirsa stopped playing with Eva when Kit walked into the room. Once again, he was dressed just a little nicer than most boys his age. There were times when Skye wondered if Kirsa was interested in him as a boyfriend, or whether she was just using Kit to practice flirting on. With Kirsa, it was impossible to tell. In an instant, the German mutant was off the couch and styling herself in front of Kit.
"So, what do you think of my new look?" she asked. Skye tuned Kit out as he started rambling off styling tips. Kit started berating Kirsa for just leaving her hair straight down her back instead of styling it again, while Kirsa responded by teasing Kit about his ponytail. Kit had been at the Institute for nearly a month before Skye had realized that he wasn't gay, and that was only because she'd overheard Kit drooling over Lana.
At the thought of Lana, Skye's jaw clenched up. She didn't know what it was about the girl, but Skye couldn't stand her. Kit's dreaming made it even worse. Kit wasn't exactly the most street-wise guy in the world, and Skye always felt like she had to look out for him.
When Bobbi and Judah walked into the room, arguing about the value of ice sculptures versus fireworks, Skye just groaned and tired to bury herself deeper in the couch. She just hoped they didn't try to put on a demonstration again. Cleaning up soggy, scorched carpet once had been more than enough. As the argument stated escalating, Skye realized that she'd have no such luck. Somehow, she found the energy to stumble to her feet and stiffly walk over to the new recruits. It took a few moments for them to notice their slightly mussed leader glaring at them, but when they did notice, they stopped the argument. For once Skye was glad of the horror stories Tobin told about Skye's pms-ing. That boy was infuriating, especially with his inappropriately-placed boomers, but there were times when he was helpful.
Skye continued on, going outside in an attempt to get away from everyone long enough to be able to move without regretting it. Maybe, if she was lucky, the sun would relax her aching muscles. She nodded to Professor Charlene on her way out. Some of the new recruits still looked at the professor oddly, but Skye had gotten used to the bald woman years ago. She was glad her mutation hadn't made her go bald. Every year for her birthday and for Christmas, someone would get her a wig that she ended up not wearing, and every year, Kirsa would manage to have it decorating the statue by the front door within a few days.
Skye stumbled outside, blinking at the sudden brightness that came though her glasses. Ronnie was laying on his stomach in wolf form, lounging in the sun. After a few moments, he shifted back to human form so he could roll over on his back without any wolf-whistles from Bobbi, who'd just rushed by Skye in her effort to get back outside to start up a water fight, though Skye suspected Bobbi would be using more snow than water. Bobbi beckoned Judah over, and Skye suspected she'd have to clean up their mess again. Those two were always up to something. If it wasn't for their different races, they could have passed as twins, even down to the identical bobbed haircuts and twin maniac smiles. ____________________________________________________________________________ ______ Reviews are always appreciated.