Hey hey hey! It's JaluraXx here - But I'm sure you all assumed that. (; This is my first story - recently - that I'm uploading on here! :D Yayy. Critiques and such are welcome. Yes, this is an OC. D; Oh no its the end of the world ahhh - Suck it up and keep your trolling to yourself. c;

Jessika hated being ignored.

It was something she disliked very much, in fact. When she talked to someone, she would like them recognizing her existence and responding her spark of conversation - Not walking right by pretending she was just a piece of furniture. That was utterly absurd!

So, the day the entire Institution decided to ignore her was a bad day indeed.

" Hey, hey, Logy!" Jessika peered at Logan from behind the counter, watching him open a beer can with his adamantium claws and chug it down quickly. Then, he disposed of the can in its rightful area and walked away.

Jessika blinked, slightly miffed at being blown off so easily. With a shrug, she started off to annoy Jean.

" Logy's probably just crabby~. "

" Hey, Jean! " Jessika popped her head into the doorway of Jean's room, and found her brushing her long red hair in the vanity mirror that sat on top of her maple dresser. The red head ignored the Italian's presence, but concentrated heavily on her red locks. Jessika's mouth upturned into a displeased frown, and she walked into the middle of the room. She placed her hands on her hips, and glared.

" If you brush any harder, your hairs gonna fall out. "

Ignored.

"... Hey, is that natural? It looks fake to me. I think I see some grow out!"

Jean set down the brush. Jessika smiled at the sight of acknowledgment - but was displeased in seconds as Jean got up, and strode past her, into the hallway. She shut the door behind her, leaving an exasperated teenager behind her.

Jean never left Jessika in her room alone.

" ... Maybe she's out of it - Or maybe her telepathy's screwin' with her head! "

Jessika stared at the shut door, then whipped around and stared at the vanity mirror once more. With a mischievous curl of her lips, she was quickly looking through Jean's drawers, trying to find any form of blackmail she could use on the poor red headed vixen.

Jessika sighed, sitting against the wall. She'd tried talking to EVERYONE - but no one would reply to her attempt at conversation!

" It seems like I've acquired a new power..." Jessika muttered irritably. " Invisibility. How AMAZING! "

She yelled the last word loudly, and listened to it echo through the house. She expected an annoyed Rogue to poke her head out from her room, or maybe a Scott to come scold her for using her ' outside voice ' in the confinements of the Institution.

Nothing.

Jessika twitched, breathing heavily at this point.

The silence.

Oh GOD the silence.

It was killing her.

She quickly stood up, and with a whine, ran down the hallway. She was desperate to find some form of attention. Something to make the silence go away.

" AGHHHHHHHHHHH. " She screamed as she ran.

Spinning a corner, Jessika slammed into something solid. She fell backwards onto her butt, groaning. Rubbing her forehead, she glanced up, and blinked in surprise.

... She'd ran into a wall. Her head throbbed a little from where her forehead had slammed into it, and she winced at the pain. She sat, silent, staring angrily at the wall. How dare it interrupt her moment of panic and running? Seriously - How rude of an inanimate object! It should have more common courtesy! Like -

... Oh God.

Jessika's eyes widened in a stupor of realization.

She was going crazy. Getting upset at a wall for interrupting her running - She shoulda known she was gonna hurt herself eventually. The wall was just a ... Speed bump for her!

Jessika sighed, folding her arms. Then, she realized; When she ran into the wall, it musta been really loud. And no one came to aid her. Did they just... Stop caring for her? Was she that annoying! Maybe they thought she was gonna kill herself or something. Maybe they wanted that.

... What terrible people!

Jessika frowned, and felt an urge of determination to get them to at least realize she was there.

She stomped down the hallway. No reaction.

She knocked something over. No reaction.

Nothing. Nothing. NOTHING!

Jessika was at her wits end. She had never been starved of attention, and her pranks had never been ignored, nor her insults. Her antics at creating a ruckus were ignored as well!

Was she losing her touch?

Jessika stood at the top of the stairs, staring down. There were a few people down by the door. With a twitch, Jessika did the final thing she could think of. She took a step onto the stairs, then ducked into herself, and began rolling down the stairs.

Basically, the teenager threw herself down the stairs. She made tiny yelping noises as she hit each step, and finally, she hit the bottom.

She waited for people to come running to see her disposition.

No one came to see her.

Not even Prof. X, or Jean, or Scott - Who were all three at the door.

Defeated, Jessika pulled herself off the floor, and sulked upstairs, into her room. She was so ashamed of herself for failing at irritating everyone beyond composure. Jessika slammed her bedroom door behind her, and went and angsted under her angst blanket.

" Alright, everyone. I do believe the false holograms we set up could fool anyone who tries infiltrating our base." Prof.X nodded, leaning into his hands and staring at everyone at the table. " I set them up for the day to test them out. There are a few kinks, like them walking through walls or doing the same thing over and over - ... Wheres Jessika?"

Everyone at the table blinked, glancing between each other. Some shrugged, others shook their heads.

" I haven't zeen 'er all day, Professor. " Kurt said from his spot. Everyone was beginning to humor the idea that maybe she set herself on fire. Prof.X shot disappointed glances at everyone, and they dropped their heads, glanced to the side, or whistled innocently.

The sound of a door slamming open drew their attention towards the main entrance, and in walked an irritated, tired looking Jessika. She snarled.

" I hate you all. "

With that, she limped away, leaving everyone wondering...

" ... What happened to her leg? "