It was a dark cloudy Wednesday afternoon. The Xavier kids were dispersed in
various places around the mansion. Kitty was on the phone in her bedroom.
Kurt was playing on Kitty's laptop creating Techno jams. Bobby and Amara
shared the kitchen table while working on some homework.
Rogue sat in a big overstuffed arm chair in the sitting room of the institute. She was glaring from behind the strands of white and auburn hair that fell lazily around her face. She was staring so hard at the people in front of her it would have been no surprise if crimson beams shot from her eyes.
"Oh Scott!" Jeans voice went through Rogue's soul followed by a giggle that almost made her throw up. Scott and Jean were at the other end of the massive sitting room, pouring over some homework.
'But no homework is actually getting done!' Rogue thought bitterly. She watched Jean put her hand over Scott's and let out another sugary laugh. Then Rogue couldn't believe it, Jean looked up in her direction and gave her a thin smile, as if to say, I win and you lose.
"Arggh!" Rogue got up out of the chair. She smoothed out the wrinkles in her black skirt and stormed down the hallway. She blew past Logan, who quickly stepped out of her way. He looked at her over his shoulder and mumbled something about "not wantin' to interfere, but if ya need to talk or something."
Rogue finally found her way up to her bedroom, the only place she could find solace. Now she would spend the afternoon venting into some angsty poetry. She had become so miserable lately. Everyone was happy but her it seemed. Everyone had someone. Someone to love, someone to touch. Everyone but her. And even worse, the only person she actually considered a friend turned out to be her backstabbing foster mother. Now she couldn't trust anyone. She hated everyone. Rogue winced at the thought. She didn't hate everyone. Kurt was her little brother and she loved him dearly. She just sometimes felt like she hated everyone.
She opened her bedroom door, already with the first line of her poem in her head...
"Like, ew! Lance totally does not still like me!" Kitty's perky voice chattered loudly into her transparent blue plastic phone. "Get out of here! For real? He said that??" she continued.
Rogue tried to tune out the shallow conversation. She sat on her bed and picked her poetry notebook, a purple velvet covered journal, out of her night table, and reached back in for something else. She came back empty handed.
"Now where is it?" she asked herself quietly. She peered into her drawer, then ruffled her bedspread, looked under her pillow. She couldn't find it. She looked under the bed. Still not there. She was getting mad. Mad for no reason she knew, but everything felt like it was crushing down on her at once. And a missing pen was just another dilemma in Rogue's life full of set-backs.
She finally took a deep breath and looked at Kitty.
"Like oh my gosh!" Kitty happily said as she drew hearts all over her notebook while on the phone. Rogue focused on Kitty's hand and the continuous wrist movements she was making with the thick black pen that had silver gothic fairies all over it.
"What the hell!" Rogue suddenly yelled.
Kitty stopped doodling hearts and looked up.
"Ah am so tiherd of this!" Rogue continued to yell and she bounded across the room toward Kitty.
"Like Ill totally call you back!" Kitty quickly hung up her phone. "What is your problem??"
"Mah problem is everyone!" Rogue yelled and snatched her pen from Kitty.
"I was like just borrowing it!"
"Ah don't care! Ah am just sick of this!" Rogue grabbed her poetry book off her bed and left the room, slamming the door behind her.
She couldn't go anywhere in the mansion. Bobby and Amara were being all 'couple-ly' in the kitchen, Scott and Jean were enough to make anyone hurl, Jamie was just really annoying her watching cartoons in the living room. And the entire boys dorm wing was blaring with techno music, courtesy of her foster brother.
"I have to get out of here." She said loudly, not caring who would hear. She tucked her poetry book under her arm and slipped out the front door. No one even noticed she was gone.
Ok, chapter 2 is coming soon, but only if you ask. In other words, REVIEW!
Rogue sat in a big overstuffed arm chair in the sitting room of the institute. She was glaring from behind the strands of white and auburn hair that fell lazily around her face. She was staring so hard at the people in front of her it would have been no surprise if crimson beams shot from her eyes.
"Oh Scott!" Jeans voice went through Rogue's soul followed by a giggle that almost made her throw up. Scott and Jean were at the other end of the massive sitting room, pouring over some homework.
'But no homework is actually getting done!' Rogue thought bitterly. She watched Jean put her hand over Scott's and let out another sugary laugh. Then Rogue couldn't believe it, Jean looked up in her direction and gave her a thin smile, as if to say, I win and you lose.
"Arggh!" Rogue got up out of the chair. She smoothed out the wrinkles in her black skirt and stormed down the hallway. She blew past Logan, who quickly stepped out of her way. He looked at her over his shoulder and mumbled something about "not wantin' to interfere, but if ya need to talk or something."
Rogue finally found her way up to her bedroom, the only place she could find solace. Now she would spend the afternoon venting into some angsty poetry. She had become so miserable lately. Everyone was happy but her it seemed. Everyone had someone. Someone to love, someone to touch. Everyone but her. And even worse, the only person she actually considered a friend turned out to be her backstabbing foster mother. Now she couldn't trust anyone. She hated everyone. Rogue winced at the thought. She didn't hate everyone. Kurt was her little brother and she loved him dearly. She just sometimes felt like she hated everyone.
She opened her bedroom door, already with the first line of her poem in her head...
"Like, ew! Lance totally does not still like me!" Kitty's perky voice chattered loudly into her transparent blue plastic phone. "Get out of here! For real? He said that??" she continued.
Rogue tried to tune out the shallow conversation. She sat on her bed and picked her poetry notebook, a purple velvet covered journal, out of her night table, and reached back in for something else. She came back empty handed.
"Now where is it?" she asked herself quietly. She peered into her drawer, then ruffled her bedspread, looked under her pillow. She couldn't find it. She looked under the bed. Still not there. She was getting mad. Mad for no reason she knew, but everything felt like it was crushing down on her at once. And a missing pen was just another dilemma in Rogue's life full of set-backs.
She finally took a deep breath and looked at Kitty.
"Like oh my gosh!" Kitty happily said as she drew hearts all over her notebook while on the phone. Rogue focused on Kitty's hand and the continuous wrist movements she was making with the thick black pen that had silver gothic fairies all over it.
"What the hell!" Rogue suddenly yelled.
Kitty stopped doodling hearts and looked up.
"Ah am so tiherd of this!" Rogue continued to yell and she bounded across the room toward Kitty.
"Like Ill totally call you back!" Kitty quickly hung up her phone. "What is your problem??"
"Mah problem is everyone!" Rogue yelled and snatched her pen from Kitty.
"I was like just borrowing it!"
"Ah don't care! Ah am just sick of this!" Rogue grabbed her poetry book off her bed and left the room, slamming the door behind her.
She couldn't go anywhere in the mansion. Bobby and Amara were being all 'couple-ly' in the kitchen, Scott and Jean were enough to make anyone hurl, Jamie was just really annoying her watching cartoons in the living room. And the entire boys dorm wing was blaring with techno music, courtesy of her foster brother.
"I have to get out of here." She said loudly, not caring who would hear. She tucked her poetry book under her arm and slipped out the front door. No one even noticed she was gone.
Ok, chapter 2 is coming soon, but only if you ask. In other words, REVIEW!