When in New Orleans…
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Author's Note: This is kind of an alternate universe. Don't worry you'll get the hang of it soon enough. And so the story begins…
As Ororo Munroe lightly stepped up the stairs to the podium, she began remembering all of the things that had happened over the three years of her life in college. She was very excited that she graduated a year earlier than her peers, except for Jean Grey of course, who was one of her best friends.
Ororo began her speech as she looked out upon the sea of faces that were in front of her. "As we go on in life…" Ororo verbalized, staring into the crowd but not really noticing them at all. She was just about to graduate with a bachelor's degree in botany, when she was only 21 years of age. 'Botany?' Ororo asked herself silently in her head. 'What in the world am I going to do with a degree in botany?'
Ororo's smile did not fade from her lips, as she began thinking in her head. She had only gone to college to show everyone that she was more than just another girl that was left alone by her parents. She hated the world at first for taking her parents away from her, but then she realized that if she could go to school and get a decent education she could be anything she wanted and show everyone that she wasn't just another plain, African American woman. That's the only reason why she had continued on with her life.
'Maybe I could become a professor and teach botany at a college too?' Ororo thought to herself, as she ended her speech and the whole class became a distant roll of cheers. She smiled and stepped down stairs taking her seat next to her best friend, Jean Grey.
"I bet you would be a great professor 'Ro," Jean said with a small smile on her face. She took one of Ororo's hands and tried as best she could to comfort her.
Jean Grey had been her best friend ever since she could remember. They had done everything thing together, since she was at least seven. For a while, they were separated but then Ororo ran away from her aunt's house in Rhode Island, and came back to Manhattan. Jean was there and was just like the sister she had been when 'Ro was there nine years ago.
"Thank you Jean. You have always been there when I needed you most," Ororo said returning the flash of pearly whites. Her friend only nodded and let go of her hand, as she was called up to the podium for her speech.
Ororo Munroe was sitting in her chair, hand clasped together, thinking yet again. She knew she was just more than an average girl, as was Jean. To accompany Jean's fiery red hair and deep green eyes, she had the mutant ability of telekinesis and telepathy. The men flew to her and she obliged them by laughing at all of their dumb jokes and danced closer to them then she should.
Ororo was totally different from Jean. She had class, not that Jean didn't have any. She walked with poise and grace, her hips swinging slightly to just the men a glimpse of what they could have. 'Ro never wore anything smutty that would give her an unwanted image. She was very conventional, or at least everyone else thought so. Ororo had one other thing that made her different from everyone else. Besides the fact that she was a 5'10" African American woman with platinum hair and blue eyes, she was considered a weather witch. She could control the weather to bend at her every whim, but no one else knew of her except for Jean and her other two best friends.
"And now may I present to you," the principal began, waking 'Ro from her daydreams. "The class of 2009!" Everyone threw up their hats and began hugging each other. Ororo and Jean just eyed each other and smiled. They ran out of the auditorium, and dashed for the car.
Jean caught the keys from Ororo's hands with her telekinesis, while 'Ro began taking off her blue cloak and hat. "We only have twenty minutes to get there!" Ororo yelled, throwing her stuff in the back seat of Jean's Mercedes Convertible. She brushed out her ruffled pink shirt, and pulled down her dark jeans, so they hugged her close to the hip.
"We can make it!" Jean replied, throwing her the keys, and jumping in the car's passenger's side. Ororo nodded and jumped in without opening her door. They drove down the street at full speed, Jean throwing off her blue cloak and somehow getting her butt thrown out of the side of the window.
"Jean! Get your ass in here!" Ororo shouted. She was never accustomed to using profanity, but when she was angry she got a few good cuss words in there.
"Sorry 'Ro! I'm just trying to fix my shorts," Jean answered flopping back around and sitting in her seat. A couple of guys were watching her give them a free show and they all but drooled on themselves. Jean just winked at them and Ororo leaned in and waved, pushing on the gas pedal to speed them up.
"If we want to be there in time, I suggest you stop sticking your butt out of the side of the car so we are not pulled over by the police," Ororo said in one breath sighing as she inhaled revealing in the feel of oxygen in her lungs.
"Only so that they can get our phone numbers!" Jean answered flipping her red hair back and leaning against the seat both the red and white strands of hair setting off a distant contrast of color.