Copy-Cat
Prologue: Angela strode away from the only home she had known all her life. Pathetic life, really. Sure, she had good grades, a few friends, and enough money from her parents to do practically anything she wanted. But, it was a pathetic life none-the-less. 'Well', she thought, 'Boring at least.' Her craving for adventure was what had finally driven her to leave home, not that they would notice her disappearance for another month or two. They were all-ways on a business trip, hardly ever at home. So, she took matters into her own hands for adventure. Angela had just enrolled at a school in Washington called "Bayville High", or something like that.
Near the school, her car broke down. She got out angrily and yanked up the hood. 'How am I supposed to fix this?' She looked at the cars roaring by. 'Maybe I can flag one down.' she thought.
Then, a red sports car pulled over behind her and a guy in funky sunglasses stepped out, "You need a ride?"
"Yeah. I'd say so."
He glanced at his watch, "I'm in a hurry, but, I might be able drop you off somewhere close to where you're going."
Angela looked at him and nodded, "Thanks. Do you know where 'Xavier's School for the Gifted' is?"
He smiled, "That's where I'm headed! Do you have anything that you need?"
She nodded and pulled out her suitcase and purse, "I'm Angela. Who're you?"
"Scott. I teach at the school. Are you a new student?"
They got in the car and pulled onto the highway, "Yeah. What class do you teach?"
"Mechanics." They sat in silence.
"Where'd you get those sunglasses? They are so cool!"
"I had them custom-made."
"Oh." She looked out the window, watching the scenery rolling by. He turned into a gate and pulled up a long driveway. She saw kids of all ages run shrieking with delight past the car. She smiled, "How long have you taught here?"
He paused for a moment and said, "About 7 years." He pulled into a parking spot and got out, "Do you need to see Professor Xavier about your dorm?"
"Yes."
He pointed at a window on the first floor, "That's his office. If you need help, ask any of these kids. They know the way." He turned and walked inside the building. Angela shouldered her bags and walked silently inside
Prologue: Angela strode away from the only home she had known all her life. Pathetic life, really. Sure, she had good grades, a few friends, and enough money from her parents to do practically anything she wanted. But, it was a pathetic life none-the-less. 'Well', she thought, 'Boring at least.' Her craving for adventure was what had finally driven her to leave home, not that they would notice her disappearance for another month or two. They were all-ways on a business trip, hardly ever at home. So, she took matters into her own hands for adventure. Angela had just enrolled at a school in Washington called "Bayville High", or something like that.
Near the school, her car broke down. She got out angrily and yanked up the hood. 'How am I supposed to fix this?' She looked at the cars roaring by. 'Maybe I can flag one down.' she thought.
Then, a red sports car pulled over behind her and a guy in funky sunglasses stepped out, "You need a ride?"
"Yeah. I'd say so."
He glanced at his watch, "I'm in a hurry, but, I might be able drop you off somewhere close to where you're going."
Angela looked at him and nodded, "Thanks. Do you know where 'Xavier's School for the Gifted' is?"
He smiled, "That's where I'm headed! Do you have anything that you need?"
She nodded and pulled out her suitcase and purse, "I'm Angela. Who're you?"
"Scott. I teach at the school. Are you a new student?"
They got in the car and pulled onto the highway, "Yeah. What class do you teach?"
"Mechanics." They sat in silence.
"Where'd you get those sunglasses? They are so cool!"
"I had them custom-made."
"Oh." She looked out the window, watching the scenery rolling by. He turned into a gate and pulled up a long driveway. She saw kids of all ages run shrieking with delight past the car. She smiled, "How long have you taught here?"
He paused for a moment and said, "About 7 years." He pulled into a parking spot and got out, "Do you need to see Professor Xavier about your dorm?"
"Yes."
He pointed at a window on the first floor, "That's his office. If you need help, ask any of these kids. They know the way." He turned and walked inside the building. Angela shouldered her bags and walked silently inside