Author's Note: so this is my attempt at an x-men evolution fic. so tell me if i should post the rest.
Chapter One: It Begins
I had to wear a white shirt, I thought as I tried to scrub spaghetti sauce from my new blouse. The stain had changed from a dark red to a sickly orange. I was getting sick of these "harmless" pranks my classmates were playing on me. I put on my sweatshirt and gave up.
The tardy bell rang as I slammed my locker door shut. I started running up the stairs to the third floor. Had I not been in the girls' room cleaning tomato sauce from my blouse, I might not have been rushing. And maybe I would have seen the yellow "wet floor" sign in the middle of the hallway. But I didn't. And the next thing I knew, I was on the floor, surrounded by my books and papers. Needless to say, I didn't quite make it to American Lit on time.
"Nice of you to join us, Miss Laine," Mr. Shipp said when I finally got myself together and made it to class. "However, Mrs. Greene wants to see you in her office." I sighed and turned to go back down to the third floor to see the eleventh grade counselor.
I felt nauseous. I always felt that way when I was afraid I was in trouble. I wracked my brain for what I might have done. This was my first tardy ever and I stayed out of trouble. For the most part, I was invisible and I liked it that way.
"Just have a seat, Carson," Mrs. Greene said when I entered.
I sat in the chair she indicated.
"First of all, you're not in trouble," she said. I breathed a sigh of relief. "However, the administration office is concerned with your social skills. We feel that your social skills are just as important as your academic skills. We fear that ever since your father passed away, you've become a hermit."
"Is that bad?"
"Not bad so much as alarming. We think that it may better on you if you had a friend." She began to scribble a note on a sticky note. "Just consider what I said." I nodded and she sent me back to class. The bell for sixth period sounded and the hall was suddenly filled with students.
"So what'd you do?" asked a voice from behind me. I turned to see John Allerdyce from my American Lit class standing behind me.
"Oh, nothing. They pulled me aside to tell me I have a social problem."
"Never stopped me," he said. And then he was gone. John Allerdyce was the kind of guy a lot of girls would dream of. He was tall with light hair and a wonderful accent. He was from Australia. But I was never into that whole mysterious guy thing.
I went through the rest of the day in a daze. The counselor had brought up some painful memories when she mentioned my dad. It had been six months since the flood that had taken his life. I had buried all those emotions when he had been buried. But now, those emotions arose again.
Stay Tuned for Chapter 2: The cat's Meow