Hi! I'm the lovely Tigereyes and I'm here with yet another exciting story. Might not be exciting, that's in the eye of the beholder I guess. I'd like to think they're not terrible tho.

I promise not to kill more than 3 people this story. Last one... whew that was crazy how many I ended up killing. Won't happen this time. Much calmer music to write to. ^.^

As always I beg for you to review!

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She stormed angrily away from the little circle of teens that she had been standing with. They laughed and whispered amongst themselves. She ignored them and the tears welling up in her eyes. She stormed up the flight of stairs that led to the second floor of the school from the commons they were standing in. She stormed angrily down the hall and kept her head down. She pushed through the throng of students during the passing period. They made little room for her as she elbowed her way down the hall. She broke through the crowd and left out the door, nobody noticing her absence. Her brownish red hair shimmered in the spring sunlight and she sat heavily on a bench under a tree, not far from the door. Tears slid from her unique eyes, a fiery red with golden flecks.

They told her there would be acceptance with such a diverse school. They were wrong. Her eyes were the only outward sign of her uniqueness but it was enough to make her life miserable. Her eyes shifted to all gold and the hair on the back of her neck stood up. She spun in her seat, the un-wiped trails of tears glistening in the sun. There a man sat in an electronic wheelchair. He smiled warmly and smiled slightly.

"Hello," he said warmly.

She stood and began to stalk off, wiping the tears from her eyes as they slid back into red.

"Sasha?" he called and she stopped. She didn't turn to face him but turned her head slightly to indicate that she was listening.

"My name is Charles Xavier. I would like to speak with you," he said beginning to wheel closer to her.

She spun angrily and stared him down. "You won't move any closer than that," she warned, eyes flashing back to gold.

"Fine then, if that would make you most comfortable. I run a school for....talented....kids such as yourself. You are quite a bright young woman," she said with a smile. Her face remained the same and he continued on. "I would like to talk to your parents about moving you to my school. I have found that others like yourself do quite well there." It was then that the voice she heard began to fight with his voice in her head. 'You're not as alone as you think,' the voice whispered and her eyebrow raised in surprise.

"So," his real voice said, "would you like to find out more?"

She nodded and continued to walk away. He took it as a sign to follow her when she spun again.

"I'll be there on Monday morning," she said with an air of finality.

He nodded and turned and went in the other direction.

She stood and watched him roll away before disappearing in thin air.

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"Well?" asked Scott when Xavier was back in the helicopter.

"She said she would arrive on Monday," he said settling in while Scott piloted the craft.

"And?" he queried.

"I suppose that she didn't want me following her, in fact, she made it quite clear she didn't want me to,"

"Do you think she'll be able to find us?" he asked.

"I have no doubt," Xavier said as they flew into the slowly setting sun.

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The weekend passed as they tend to, quickly for students and teachers alike in the mansion. The weather had been spectacular for the time of year, but a hint of cold on the wind promised the temperatures to turn south. The students had spent the entire weekend out on Charles Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, more aptly named 'Mutant High' by the kids that went there. The few days in the sunshine were evident on their faces, their pale skin from being indoors all winter had been slightly tanned from the sun. As the sun set on Sunday evening, a boy sat on the roof above his dorm window. His sandy brown hair was short, but slightly shaggy. His brown eyes watched the fading light paint the sky beautiful mixes of reds and oranges and yellows. Soon though, purple and blue took over and the stars came out to shine. He sighed contentedly watching earth's rhythm. An owl flew in the distance carrying a mouse in its powerful talons.

"Trevor?" a voice called from his open window.

The boy looked down and saw his roommate, John, staring up at him.

"Want some chips? I stole them from the kitchen," John said with a mischievous grin.

Trevor shook his head negatively and rolled his eyes at his best friend.

"Fine, your loss man," John said crawling back into the room, disappearing from sight.

Trevor sighed once more before sliding in the window himself. He had a feeling big change was going to come with the sunrise.

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The sun rose, morning doves' calls ushering the new day in. When the sun had cleared the horizon and the noise of the day had come into full swing, Trevor was on his way to breakfast. He slid down the banister, as he always did (and always got yelled at for doing so) and was walking past the front door when a knock came from it. He walked over to it and opened it. The large oaken door swung heavily on its big iron hinges.

The girl stood there, her hair a reddish brown and eyes that were the deepest and brightest crimson he had ever seen. She stood about to his chin, making her around five feet five or six. She stared up at him impassively, making her own observations. She grew tired of standing and getting stared at so she cleared her throat.

"I'm here to see Charles Xavier?" she tested.

He nodded without taking his eyes from hers and pointed down the hall. She raised an eyebrow but followed his gesture down the hall.

The large oaken panels lined the walls with beautiful portrait windows every once in a while looking out onto the expansive lawns and the pretty little woods in the distance. She continued down the hall until she came upon an open door. Xavier sat behind a desk and others were in the room. She stood in the doorway and waited.

"Please, Sasha, come in," he said warmly and gestured her in the room.

She walked in warily with her arms crossed in front of her. There were three others lining the walls in the room. A tall, deep red haired man with sunglasses on stood in one corner. A slightly shorter, stocky man with deep black hair leaned heavily against the wall and a beautiful woman with dark skin and pearly bright hair stood with her hands clasped in front of her to the right of Sasha.

"I would like you to meet Scott Summers," he said gesturing to the redhead, next to the short man, "Logan and Ororo Monroe. They are teachers here,"

"And have abilities too," she stated as if she were commenting on the weather. Turning to Ororo she gave a half smile and began to speak, "You control weather, yes?"

Ororo nodded slowly; slightly confused as to how she knew.

"And Logan, you have accelerated healing," she said again as if there was nothing special about him. "And Scott, you are quite a mystery indeed," she said thoughtfully.

"How did you know," Ororo asked slightly surprised.

"Ah, some secrets are meant to be kept, yes?" she asked with a smile again.

Ororo felt slightly nervous about that smile and nodded.

"So Sasha, I would like you to stay with us, it is up to you of course. I have found that this is a fairly safe environment where your abilities aren't found out of the ordinary at all. Most of the students acclimate quickly with help from the classes you'd attend. This is a school of course," he said with a smile.

She stood thinking for a moment.

"Take all the time you need. You can wander the grounds if you wish or find something to eat in the cafeteria while you think."

She nodded and left without a word.

When her figure disappeared around a corner farther down the hall Scott turned on Xavier.

"What is with that girl? How did she know what powers we had?" he asked suspiciously.

"Yes Professor, is she a telepath?" Ororo asked gently.

"No, her powers are much different than that. I think she figured it out on her own," Xavier said with a smile. "A clever girl," he muttered.

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Sasha roamed the grounds enjoying the sunlight. Sitting on the crest of a small hill, she watched a little clearing before the woods. There were a bunch of boys playing football. They were almost uniform in their plays, but occasionally they would break out and just dog-pile someone and then all get up laughing and begin play again. Sasha watched with a pang of remorse. She had had a boyfriend on the football team once. The star quarterback, handsome and kind. That was before her powers manifested and her eyes changed. He left her like the rest. She began to bite her thumbnail as the game broke up.

She meant to stand and leave when one began to walk to her, but realizing it was the boy from before she remained seated and removed her thumb from her mouth.

He sat down next to her and smiled.

"Hi, I'm Trevor. What's you're name?" he questioned somewhat uneasily but the effort was there.

She looked at him a moment.

"Hmm..." she said confusedly.

"Interesting name," he mused.

"No, that's not my name. I'll give that to you in due time," she said repositioning herself to face him.

He looked at her confusedly as she looked into his eyes.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Trying to figure out what you do, Trevor," she said attempting to look into his eyes from a different angle.

"What I do.... Oh my powers? Well you could have just asked," he said with a smile. "I can kinda turn into all sorts of animals."

"That would have been the problem then," she muttered while returning to her former position.

"Why were you... uh... doing that?" he asked.

"I can normally get what a person can do, you on the other hand, were very hard to read," she said nonchalantly.

"Can I have your name now?" he asked after a moment of silence had passed between them.

"Sasha."

"Nice to meet you," he said, "first day here?"

"Possibly last, I don't know."

"You want to bail on this place?" he asked.

"I don't see much that would help,"

"Don't see much to hurt either though, do you?" he asked quietly.

"I suppose not," she paused, "I can always get out if I need to,"

"Stay, you'd fit in fine." He smiled reassuringly.

"Fine then. I'll stay for a while at least," she said standing.

He followed suit and watched as she walked away.

"Later," she called behind her and he sighed.

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Sasha made her way to Xavier's office and waited at the closed door. Before she could even knock, his voice came from behind the door.

"Come on in Sasha."

"Creepy," she muttered as she opened the door.

Xavier was behind his desk with many papers spread out in front of him. He smiled up from them as she closed the door silently behind her.

"I want to stay," she stated simply.

"Well that is excellent news. I'm glad you came to a conclusion so quickly. Do you know what classes you would like to take?"

"The ones at my old school would be fine," she said.

"I see," he said pulling out a folder. "Astronomy, Pre-Calculus, Painting, Spanish, and Novels, correct?"

She nodded.

"Excellent then. In the morning, I'll send up a student with some of the same classes as you to get you. Breakfast is served from 6-7:30, I suggest though, that you are down early, some of the boys, let's say the do enjoy to eat," he smiled warmly.

She nodded once more.

A knock came to the door and it opened soon after that.

"You called for me Professor?" Trevor asked from the doorway. He smiled when he saw Sasha in the room.

"Trevor, would mind taking Sasha here to her room?" Xavier asked kindly.

"No problem Professor," he said and began to turn to leave.

"Oh, one more thing Trevor," Xavier called before the boy was out the door.

"Yeah?"

"Would you take Sasha around tomorrow to her classes? You share most of her schedule and I think it would be good if a student helped her around."

"Fine with me. Night Professor. Come on Sasha, I'll show you your room," he said turning.

Sasha followed him out the door and closed it behind her once more.

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Ok first chapter: done!

Don't expect them too often be this long. I just had a lot of time on my hands. Review for me and I'll give you some of the chicken fried rice I'm enjoying.