Unfortunate belongings
Korine Ryuen
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Dear Journal
Things didn't seem to be working out, I think that the other think
that I'm just a trouble maker. I try not to be, I really do, but it
always seems to happen to me.
I tried out for chear leading, but when they wanted me to wear that
skirt and tube top, I figured that I would be better off trying to get
onto the Football team.
Cy-doop tried to talk to me, for all the good that did. I can't talk
to anyone here.
I'm thinking about bailing, going riding for a while. I've done it
before and no one can hurt me; since my little run in with Miss Marvel.
Demona's out there too, I know that she's still looking for me to join
the 'Brother Hood', it sounds more like one of them 'Soup opera's' than
a force that could kill all humans.
Rogue looked up from her journal at the people in the living room, Scott
& Jean snuggling on the couch while Kurt tried to grab pop-corn from Kitty
who kept on faising everytime he got close to the bucket, soon they'd
have another, 'Fight.'
Spyke was visiting his mom and dad in NY, he'd gotten out for a while. Rogue
had the fealing that she was being watched all the time, 'Monitored' if you
will, by all the adults and some of the students.
Forsing herself up from the arm chair she had been occupying she started for
the stairs and her room.
She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to see Logan, his normal attire
about him. She pulled away from his grip and headed towards the stairs once
more.
She went into her room and sat on her bed, Logans touch had felt so nice,
when was the last time she'd actually touched someone? Oh, ages and ages ago,
she missed the warmth from such things. But life changes, and so does she.
Maybe a week or two to cool her heals and maybe PRETEND to be normal would
give her the little bit of release from the tension that was mounting in the
Mansion known as 'Xaviers School For Gifted Youths'. Just take it easy for
a few days in...Detroit.
Pulling her bag out from the closet she started to pack things into her bag,
clothes, CD player, CD book, Journ-. Wait, she looked down and noticed her
Journal had opened to one of her pages.
Sitting on the side of the Bed she began to read,
Dear Jounal
Today seemed to stop my very life, I touched someone, at a dance on the lake
and I remember whatever he did up to that point. I'm so scared, or is that
Cody?
Cody, he wanted to dance with me, I said that I only came here for the food,
geeze what a lame excuse. I don't know what happened, someone fell and I
started to run and he touched my wrist. I felt him being drained out of his
body and int...
Rogue stopped there and put the book away, that was so long ago, just like
everything else.
Now she heard a crash from downstairs and put the last of her clothes away
and put on her heavy jacket and opened her third story window, crisp cold
wind met her face and she took a step back.
Stepping up onto the Balcony she floated to the rail and with her bag she
flew towards the highway and the truckers.
"Well New york, Here au come." She said as a Truck pulled towards her to pick
her up.
The door opened and a elderly man smiled at her, "Hay there, where ya headin'?"
He asked and she smile up at him.
"Is New York too faur?" She asked before getting in.
He smiled and leaned back, "Not too far attall young lady, My names Kieth
Brakston, pleasure to meet you...?"
"Michelle, Michelle Compaise"
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What did you think? should I have done something else? My first evolution thing,
please, Flamers, if you don't like it, keep your mouth shut.
Sincerely
Korine Ryuen
Korine Ryuen
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Dear Journal
Things didn't seem to be working out, I think that the other think
that I'm just a trouble maker. I try not to be, I really do, but it
always seems to happen to me.
I tried out for chear leading, but when they wanted me to wear that
skirt and tube top, I figured that I would be better off trying to get
onto the Football team.
Cy-doop tried to talk to me, for all the good that did. I can't talk
to anyone here.
I'm thinking about bailing, going riding for a while. I've done it
before and no one can hurt me; since my little run in with Miss Marvel.
Demona's out there too, I know that she's still looking for me to join
the 'Brother Hood', it sounds more like one of them 'Soup opera's' than
a force that could kill all humans.
Rogue looked up from her journal at the people in the living room, Scott
& Jean snuggling on the couch while Kurt tried to grab pop-corn from Kitty
who kept on faising everytime he got close to the bucket, soon they'd
have another, 'Fight.'
Spyke was visiting his mom and dad in NY, he'd gotten out for a while. Rogue
had the fealing that she was being watched all the time, 'Monitored' if you
will, by all the adults and some of the students.
Forsing herself up from the arm chair she had been occupying she started for
the stairs and her room.
She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to see Logan, his normal attire
about him. She pulled away from his grip and headed towards the stairs once
more.
She went into her room and sat on her bed, Logans touch had felt so nice,
when was the last time she'd actually touched someone? Oh, ages and ages ago,
she missed the warmth from such things. But life changes, and so does she.
Maybe a week or two to cool her heals and maybe PRETEND to be normal would
give her the little bit of release from the tension that was mounting in the
Mansion known as 'Xaviers School For Gifted Youths'. Just take it easy for
a few days in...Detroit.
Pulling her bag out from the closet she started to pack things into her bag,
clothes, CD player, CD book, Journ-. Wait, she looked down and noticed her
Journal had opened to one of her pages.
Sitting on the side of the Bed she began to read,
Dear Jounal
Today seemed to stop my very life, I touched someone, at a dance on the lake
and I remember whatever he did up to that point. I'm so scared, or is that
Cody?
Cody, he wanted to dance with me, I said that I only came here for the food,
geeze what a lame excuse. I don't know what happened, someone fell and I
started to run and he touched my wrist. I felt him being drained out of his
body and int...
Rogue stopped there and put the book away, that was so long ago, just like
everything else.
Now she heard a crash from downstairs and put the last of her clothes away
and put on her heavy jacket and opened her third story window, crisp cold
wind met her face and she took a step back.
Stepping up onto the Balcony she floated to the rail and with her bag she
flew towards the highway and the truckers.
"Well New york, Here au come." She said as a Truck pulled towards her to pick
her up.
The door opened and a elderly man smiled at her, "Hay there, where ya headin'?"
He asked and she smile up at him.
"Is New York too faur?" She asked before getting in.
He smiled and leaned back, "Not too far attall young lady, My names Kieth
Brakston, pleasure to meet you...?"
"Michelle, Michelle Compaise"
**********************
What did you think? should I have done something else? My first evolution thing,
please, Flamers, if you don't like it, keep your mouth shut.
Sincerely
Korine Ryuen