Mr Heron- Logan
Janis Ian- Wanda Maximoff
Damian- Bobby Drake
Ms Norbery- Raven Darkholme
Kristin Hadley- Jean GreyKristin's boyfriend- Scott Summers
Karen Smith- Kitty Pryde
Gretchen Weners- Amara Aquilla
Regina George- Tabitha Smith
Aaron Samuels- Pietro Maximoff
Shane Oman- Kurt Wagner
Ron Duvall- Erik Lensherr
Mrs George- Callisto
Kevin Gnapoor- Forge
Trang Pak- Jubilation Lee
Sun Jin Dinh- Danielle Moonstar
Jason- John Allerdyce
Coach Carr- Victor Creed
Emma Gerber- Rahne Sinclair
Amber D'Alessio- Rogue
Dawn Schwietzer- X 23
Kylie George- Torpid
Jessica Lopez-Amanda Sefton
Caroline Kraft- Lorna Dane
Lea Edwards- Emma Frost
Giselle Sgro- Heather Graham
Bethany Byrd- Monet St Croix
Taylor Wedell- Taryn Fujioka
Betsy's thoughts
Ororo and Logan Smiled down on their daughter.
"Here's your lunch." Logan said as he handed her a brown paper bag. " Now I've put a dollar in there so you can get some milk or something. You can ask one of the big kids where to do that."
"Do you remember your phone number?" Ororo hastily added. " I've written it down for you. Put it in your pocket I don't want you to loose it."
"Well are you ready?" Logan asked.
"Yep" Betsy said as she stood up revealing herself to be sixteen not five.
"Betsy's first day!" Logan said as he snapped a picture of Betsy and her mother. Ororo burst into tears and hugged her daughter tightly causing Betsy's face to screw up for the next photo.
I guess its natural for parents to cry on their kids first day at school but doesn't this usually happen when the kids five? Not sixteen! I know I've been home schooled until now but still its not like I'm a freak or weirdly religious or anything. I'm perfectly normal. Its not my fault my parents are research zoologists and we spent the last twelve years living in Africa. Don't get me wrong I've had a great life. Well I did until mum got offered tenure at Bayville University so it was bye Africa and hello High school. Betsy thought to herself as they arrived outside her new school. She moved to cross the road and narrowly missed getting run over by a bus. She jumped back out of the way and turned back to her parents.
"Its ok don't worry I'll be careful." She assured them as she crossed the now empty street. She walked towards the high school dodging in and out of the students milling around the front gates. Some girls pushed by her and she spotted another group of people that had set one of their textbooks alight. A Goth girl with white streaks in her hair was hurriedly stamping out the flames.
Betsy walked into her first lesson and up to what she presumed to be the teacher.
"Hi I don't know if anyone told you about me my names Betsy Braddock and I'm new here." She told the tall redheaded woman. The girl stared at her.
"Talk to me again and I'll kick your ass." She told Betsy before making her way to her seat.
A boy and a girl sitting further back chuckled at Betsy's mistake. The girl had short black hair with red round the bottom and wore scarlet Goth clothes. The Boy had dark brown hair and wore a blue shirt and khakis. Betsy moved to the seat at the front of the class next to the red-haired girl.
"You don't want to sit there." The girl with the black hair told her. "Jean Grey's boyfriend is going to sit there." Betsy stepped back in time to see a tall boy with brown hair and red sunglasses take his seat next to Jean.
"Hey babe" she said as they moved forward to kiss. Betsy made a disgusted face and moved to the row behind.
"Uh uh." The girl directed again. "He farts a lot." She said pointing to the large guy in front of her. Betsy's expression became even more sour as she tried to move back a seat only to have some guy claim it before she could. She walked back to the front of the classroom scanning the room for a spare seat and walked right into the teacher as she entered the room. Donuts and coffee went flying and the boy and girl started laughing at her again.
"Oh god I'm so sorry." Betsy said as she noticed he coffee-covered teacher.
"Its all right." The woman said as she put down her stuff and tried to wipe her shirt. "Its not you its bad luck." She told Betsy as she picked up the fallen donuts. The teacher turned her back on the class as she removed her sweater. At that moment Principal Lensherr entered the room.
"Ms Darkholme?" He asked.
"My shirts stuck to my sweater isn't it?" Ms Darkholme asked.
"Er Yeah" Betsy said as she pulled the teachers top from her jumper.
"Sorry Mr Lensherr." Ms Darkholme apologised.
"That's fine. How was your summer?" He asked.
"I got divorced." Ms Darkholme told him as she tried to dry her T-shirt.
"My Carpal tunnel came back." Mr Lensherr told her as he held up a bandaged right hand.
" I win." Ms Darkholme told him."
"Yes you do. Anyway we have a new student all the way from Africa." Mr Lensherr told the class. Ms Darkholme spotted a black girl sitting in the second row.
"Welcome!" She told her. The girl stared at her.
"I'm from Michigan." She told her.
"Great." Ms Darkholme muttered.
"Her name is Betty Braddock. Do we have a Betty Braddock here?" Mr Lensherr asked.
"That's me." Betsy told them. "And its Betsy."
" I apologise." Mr Lensherr told her. " I have a nephew named Anfrany and I know how mad he get when I call him Anthony. Almost as mad as I get when I think about the fact that my sister named him Anfrany." Mr Lensherr mused to himself.
By Lunchtime Betsy felt completely out of place. None of the adults here trusted her and she seemed to do everything wrong. She bought herself a carton of milk from the cafeteria and then turned to find somewhere to sit. A pretty Asian girl sitting at a table nearby noticed her looking and moved her bag onto the only available chair. Betsy moved on to the next table, which was a crowd of cute black girls.
"Jambo!" She said speaking African in a hope of making friends but the group just stared at her blankly.
After finding nowhere to sit in the Cafeteria Betsy had made her way to the girls' bathroom and sat in one of the stalls eating her lunch.
That Afternoon she arrived home after school and her parents were sitting on the porch reading.
"How was your first day?" Logan asked.
Betsy just turned away and walked into the house. Her parents glanced at each other worriedly.