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Hello everyone. This is a diary-type story, just to tell you incase you don't like stuff like that. Anyway, who better than Rogue to express her feelings? Please review!
Monday, January 8th, 2003.
Dear Diary,
Today was like any other usual day in my boring life. Got up at 6. Trained in the danger room. Went to school. Came back. Did homework. And now I'm writing.
Today I noticed that our suits make us look fat. Especially Jean.
I tried to get Scott to notice me. But I just can't seem to get him to like me. He likes Jean and that's that. But why can't he just look at me that way? I liked him from the start. His glasses make him seem.so.mysterious. But Jean.
Jean. Jean, Jean, Jean, Jean, Jean, Jean, Jean. She's so perfect in every single way. She can fight. She's beautiful. She's smart. I mean, what guy wouldn't want her? She's just so perfect. Why can't I be like her? Maybe then Scott would notice me.
Maybe he could ask me to the up-coming dance if I was more like Jean. Maybe a lot of guys would ask me. Maybe I would just go by myself. As usual.
Ever since everyone found out about mutants, none of us has had much friends. I didn't have much friends to begin with, but now it's like no one can look at us without laughing or being scared.
Kitty is sitting on her bed right now annoying me with laughter and her talk. She's been talking to Lance for an hour now. It's so annoying the way the two talk so much.
It's also annoying the way Scott and Jean flirt with each other. Why don't they just admit it? They fucking love each other. They're both over 18. Why don't they move off and get married. Maybe have a couple of babies or something.
Why do I keep carrying on and on about Scott and Jean? I should to focus on school. Or Gambit.
I know he doesn't notice me, but I think I really like him. Even if he did try to blow me to pieces. He's just so charming and his eyes are beautiful even if they are eerie.
I wonder what it would be like to kiss him. Wonderful, probably. I wonder what it would be like to kiss Scott. Oh, god. There I go again.
Why am I even wondering about these things? I will never be able to kiss either one of them. Ever.
Well, it's time for dinner. I just love Ororo's cooking. More tomorrow, diary.
Hello everyone. This is a diary-type story, just to tell you incase you don't like stuff like that. Anyway, who better than Rogue to express her feelings? Please review!
Monday, January 8th, 2003.
Dear Diary,
Today was like any other usual day in my boring life. Got up at 6. Trained in the danger room. Went to school. Came back. Did homework. And now I'm writing.
Today I noticed that our suits make us look fat. Especially Jean.
I tried to get Scott to notice me. But I just can't seem to get him to like me. He likes Jean and that's that. But why can't he just look at me that way? I liked him from the start. His glasses make him seem.so.mysterious. But Jean.
Jean. Jean, Jean, Jean, Jean, Jean, Jean, Jean. She's so perfect in every single way. She can fight. She's beautiful. She's smart. I mean, what guy wouldn't want her? She's just so perfect. Why can't I be like her? Maybe then Scott would notice me.
Maybe he could ask me to the up-coming dance if I was more like Jean. Maybe a lot of guys would ask me. Maybe I would just go by myself. As usual.
Ever since everyone found out about mutants, none of us has had much friends. I didn't have much friends to begin with, but now it's like no one can look at us without laughing or being scared.
Kitty is sitting on her bed right now annoying me with laughter and her talk. She's been talking to Lance for an hour now. It's so annoying the way the two talk so much.
It's also annoying the way Scott and Jean flirt with each other. Why don't they just admit it? They fucking love each other. They're both over 18. Why don't they move off and get married. Maybe have a couple of babies or something.
Why do I keep carrying on and on about Scott and Jean? I should to focus on school. Or Gambit.
I know he doesn't notice me, but I think I really like him. Even if he did try to blow me to pieces. He's just so charming and his eyes are beautiful even if they are eerie.
I wonder what it would be like to kiss him. Wonderful, probably. I wonder what it would be like to kiss Scott. Oh, god. There I go again.
Why am I even wondering about these things? I will never be able to kiss either one of them. Ever.
Well, it's time for dinner. I just love Ororo's cooking. More tomorrow, diary.