One review? Man, guess I need to work harder at this kinda ropin people in
yes? Don't get me wrong Dpscythsln, you're the best for reviewing! But, uh,
I'd like more than one.... Oh well, take what you get right?
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Sasha tapped the end of her pen on her notebook, zoned out and completely out of it. She had drifted to that 'happy place' that most students drift off to when classes get unbearable.
"-sha, SASHA!" Scott had obviously been yelling.
She looked up from her blank stare.
"Care to stop?" he asked crossing his arms with the dry erase marker capped. He had been writing equations on the board and her pen tapping had obviously been a distraction. She smiled and put the pen on her notebook.
"Thank you," he said and returned to lecturing.
Sasha sighed hard. She HATED math. Pre-Calc, she was pretty sure, would be the death of her. She was less an analytical kind of thinker than anything. She'd think longingly to the next period, which happened to be her favorite. She had novels with her best friends and lunch in the middle of the class. Another sigh escaped as she sat back.
Looking up, she met eyes with John. They had become fast friends once Trevor introduced them. They both had some of a mind for mischief and their incessant sarcasm matched well. Trevor took it all in good turn but there was the smallest flash of jealousy when John and Sasha would begin to laugh about a secret prank they had pulled.
John was laughing at her and crossed his arms mockingly as Scott had. She suppressed a laugh and began to scribble on her notebook. She held it up.
SHUT UP
He snickered.
"Is there something funny in the back?" Scott asked in the condescending tone that teachers tended to have with students who interrupted their class.
"Just helping John with notes," Sasha said innocently.
She had mastered the innocent look a long time ago and it was impossible not to believe those big red eyes.
Scott rolled his eyes as he passed back a test. As he put it down on Sasha's desk and she spied her grade and winced. It wasn't bad for an average student, but she wanted to have the highest grades she could. Not that a college would accept her for what she was, but she wanted to feel she was still in the running.
John saw the look her face took and hid his "98%, Nice Job John," under his notebook.
Time came to switch classes and Scott's last words of equations and homework pages were lost. Sasha was shoving her books angrily in her bag. Two tennis shoes entered her view of the floor and she let her anger pass. She looked up and Trevor was standing there, yelling at John for not giving ample view of his paper. Sasha stood and smiled.
"Ready?" she asked and they proceeded to the hallway. She had become accustomed to the lavish decorations and the expansive grounds. It was her home now. Two girls joined them on their way to the next class. Jessica, a short and hyper blonde who talked about a mile a minute and ran about as fast greeted all of them without missing a step in her gossip with Amber. Amber was rather tall and shy, but if you listened to her quiet humor, she was a funny kid. The five proceeded down the hall, all engrossed in conversation but John. He rubbed his hand through his thick brown hair frustratedly. Trevor saw his nervous action and looked around Sasha to see his best friend. She in turn stopped talking and turned to see what Trevor was looking at so intently.
"John?" she asked.
"Damnit, forgot my homework again. Ororo's gonna kill me. No shit this time," his brown eyes concerned. John was very obviously Italian in lineage and he was fiercely proud of his blood.
"How could you forget it again? God John, Sasha and I were doing it and you were helping! How could you forget that fast?" Trevor asked bewildered.
"Yeah, John," Sasha added, "you gave me my idea for my paper!"
He colored. "Oh, well, cover for me guys?" And he was gone. He could teleport, a trait he used to get out of class more often than anything else. Of course, being the friends they were would say 'we haven't seen him,' and the teacher would roll their eyes and continue on.
They all rolled their eyes and filled the rift of air that he left. The novels room wasn't far from Scott's Pre-Calc room, so the girl's conversation, much to Trevor's relief, about whose ass was better, Orlando Bloom's or Johnny Depp's, came to an end.
They filed into their seats alphabetically. Sasha sat in front of Trevor and Amber and Jessica went to the other side of the room.
Sasha dropped her bag as she always did and sat down with an air of finality that she wasn't getting up until the lunch bell rang. Trevor smiled secretly at this; she was a funny girl sometimes. She turned around and put a deck of cards on his desk. She snatched the Queen of Hearts from the top and grinned at him. He took the rest of the deck and rolled his eyes. She had a weird fascination of stealing that card before she returned his deck that she always borrowed during the period before. He was pretty sure if he didn't let her borrow the cards; he'd never see his queen again. So he let her hold onto it. It was an interesting choice to steal, but it was the one she never failed to take.
Ororo walked in, late as usual from her greenhouse of tropical flowers and they all turned around expectantly. No one really messed around during her class. Her easygoing manner and gentle tones made it almost impossible to do something to the woman and not feel terrible about it. She smiled warmly at all of them.
Her smile faltered when she saw John's empty desk in the middle of the room.
"Did her disappear again on you four?" she asked sweetly.
Sasha and the rest nodded and she rolled her eyes.
"I suppose there really isn't a way to stop him. Alright then class, pass up your essays and grab your books,"
Sasha already had her paper out to hand in and had her hand ready to receive Trevor's. She shook it impatiently over her shoulder and Trevor sighed impatiently.
"Hold on! Jeez!" he said as he frantically scribbled his name on it. He thrust it into her hand and she snickered.
"Bout time...." She muttered and he rolled his eyes.
Ororo took the papers from her and Sasha began to dig around in her bag for her book. They were reading 'Moby Dick'. A classic. A classic that made her want to kill herself. She hated to be forced to read things. She'd rather pick her own and read them though in a day or so. Ororo normally picked good books for them to read but this one; this one would be the death of her if Pre-Calc wasn't.
Her apprehensions of the book were dissolved momentarily when the bell indicating lunch rang. She sighed and stood up happily. Trevor stood waiting and Jessica and Amber were already out the door.
Lunch went by without any major issues and it was about over when Xavier's voice echoed in all of their heads.
'I am sorry for the late notice, but classes will be cancelled today on account of a Teacher In-Service day. The day is yours students.'
A moment of silence passed over the student body before excited talk of what to do buzzed in the cafeteria. The four were deep in debate as to what to do, explore the woods that surrounded the mansion (thought up by Sasha and of course backed by Trevor) and Jessica and Amber held to the firm belief of a movie marathon. It was an equal balanced proposition until John literally popped up beside Sasha in the empty spot and agreed with his roomy and friend. Outvoted but not swayed, Jessica and Amber told them to do it on their own. Sasha had no problem with it and agreed. Whenever these sorts of decisions were made, John and Trevor couldn't help but feel as a dead weight or inanimate object. Everything was decided without them. It didn't really matter to them though; both were laid back enough to let it slide.
Finishing their lunch quickly, Sasha, Trevor, and John made their way outside. It was quite a hike to the edge of the wood but the weather was good and so was the company so none really noticed. They walked into the shade and decided to head north. They talked about anything that came to mind and none of it really chronological. Sasha stopped in her tracks and listened. Trevor and John didn't notice until a moment later. Her eyes were golden, something they rarely saw anymore. The boys looked at each other confusedly and Sasha looked around warily.
"What's going on Sasha?" Trevor asked in a hushed tone. She appeared to have not heard him so Trevor tried again. "Sasha?"
"Blue Eyes," she said simply.
"What?" John sputtered. "What are you talking about? Are you just shittin us, cause you need to knock it out if you are? It's not a nice joke."
She ignored them and watched the forest intently. Not a sound reverberated through the old trees. Not even the birds' calls were heard.
"Come behind me," she whispered.
"What? No, I can protect myself," John protested.
"John, if you value your life, I suggest you get behind me," she said in a low and concentrated tone. John growled and Trevor stepped beside Sasha.
"What's going on?" he asked earnestly.
She looked about to answer when several trees fell in their direction. There was no way for them to get away from their large girths and trapping branches in time before they fell. John was poised on running but before he could move, two large midnight black wings flared from Sasha's back and the tree's stopped falling. They were put upright and she glared menacingly at the surroundings.
"I know you Blue Eyes' are out there," she warned, "this is our land now. I have come to reclaim what belongs to my family. Make any more action against me or those who live in the building and you will regret it sorely."
With that, a stirring came from the trees and then silence. The birds resumed their song and life went back on as if nothing had happened.
Only something had.
John and Trevor stared at Sasha's now crimson eyes. Her silken wings ruffled anxiously. John's mouth opened as if he wanted to say something then closed again. He looked like a fish when he proceeded to repeat the process several more times.
"Wha..." Trevor said but that was as far as he got.
"You guys always wanted to know what I could do," she said hesitantly. "But, uh, this isn't it. My family wasn't... received....well in our town. Old family feuds amongst several families. Mine has lineage to Arthur's time. My like, hundredth grandmother is Morgan Le Faye. So wizardry is in my family far before a mutated gene. So that's the wings. Blue Eyes are Merlin's descendants. So we've been at odds. The wings are my family's coat of arms. A black eagle. Every fifth generation woman gets them. All of us have the golden eyes though," she paused and watched for some reaction.
John stood there with his mouth hanging open. Trevor just had a thoughtful look on his face.
"Should have just said 'Here's my mutation guys!' Shouldn't have brought the family into this," she sat down heavily, not in an air of finality, but of weariness. Her wings flickered and disappeared from sight. At their disappearance, John seemed to click back into the world.
"Wait. I don't understand. You're a granddaughter to Morgan Le Faye, who was in Arthurian character. You have wings because of it. But that's not your mutation. If that's not your mutation, what is?" he was slightly flustered and anger was hidden in undertones in his voice.
She sighed heavily. She then disappeared.
"The bloody hell..." John began, but Sasha's voice echoed.
"Do not use those curses around me John, I won't hear them," John cracked a smile.
Sasha came back into sight. "That is mine. Not of my family. Just mine. And the red eyes. That's it. Ok, run away screaming now," she prompted and rested her head in her hands.
"You saved us," Trevor muttered. Sasha looked up. Trevor looked in her eyes thoughtfully. "Plus, you go to a school of mutants, a little magic won't be amiss. I would just blame it on your powers."
"Ah, but there's the fun part," Sasha said sarcastically, "got disowned because of my minimal control and ability to use the power. So, outcast in so many ways it's not even funny anymore."
They sat in silence for a moment.
"But you moved those trees, how can you not have magic?" John asked somewhat calm and serious.
"I said I had minimal control. I moved those trees because they were still alive and didn't want to fall. I guess I connect with living things the most. Animals love me. I guess the trees didn't need much persuasion," she said with a laugh.
They sat again just staring at each other when John began to laugh hysterically. Tears came to his eyes he was laughing so hard. Trevor and Sasha looked at him baffled. Then, Sasha caught the giggles, as did Trevor.
The just stood in the woods laughing and not knowing why, eventually though, the laughter subsided.
"I haven't laughed that hard in ages," Sasha said wiping her tears with the sleeves of her long sleeved pink shirt.
"Me either," Trevor said walking closer to Sasha. He kept glancing at her back out of the corner of his eye and Sasha caught him doing it.
"You can't see them," she said.
"Why not?" he asked.
"I can hide them just as well I can hide me," she said with a smile. "Would you guys, uh, not tell anyone? I'd rather keep it on the down low," she trailed off.
Both boys nodded solemnly and she smiled.
She slowed her pace and hopped on Trevor's back. He was slightly surprised but he held her.
"You can be my pony," she joked.
"Neigh, neigh!" he joked and galloped like a pony. John just kept his pace and hoped he wouldn't be seen with the crazy kids.
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Dere. Five pages! I got the best email! It was so freaking funny I laughed for like five minutes straight.
Round of applause for me, I finished my book in two days. Huzzah! It was a good one. I gave up on the Wheel of time... too long.
OH! My new writing music is now either Maroon 5 or Switchfoot. Excellent bands! Excellent I say!
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Sasha tapped the end of her pen on her notebook, zoned out and completely out of it. She had drifted to that 'happy place' that most students drift off to when classes get unbearable.
"-sha, SASHA!" Scott had obviously been yelling.
She looked up from her blank stare.
"Care to stop?" he asked crossing his arms with the dry erase marker capped. He had been writing equations on the board and her pen tapping had obviously been a distraction. She smiled and put the pen on her notebook.
"Thank you," he said and returned to lecturing.
Sasha sighed hard. She HATED math. Pre-Calc, she was pretty sure, would be the death of her. She was less an analytical kind of thinker than anything. She'd think longingly to the next period, which happened to be her favorite. She had novels with her best friends and lunch in the middle of the class. Another sigh escaped as she sat back.
Looking up, she met eyes with John. They had become fast friends once Trevor introduced them. They both had some of a mind for mischief and their incessant sarcasm matched well. Trevor took it all in good turn but there was the smallest flash of jealousy when John and Sasha would begin to laugh about a secret prank they had pulled.
John was laughing at her and crossed his arms mockingly as Scott had. She suppressed a laugh and began to scribble on her notebook. She held it up.
SHUT UP
He snickered.
"Is there something funny in the back?" Scott asked in the condescending tone that teachers tended to have with students who interrupted their class.
"Just helping John with notes," Sasha said innocently.
She had mastered the innocent look a long time ago and it was impossible not to believe those big red eyes.
Scott rolled his eyes as he passed back a test. As he put it down on Sasha's desk and she spied her grade and winced. It wasn't bad for an average student, but she wanted to have the highest grades she could. Not that a college would accept her for what she was, but she wanted to feel she was still in the running.
John saw the look her face took and hid his "98%, Nice Job John," under his notebook.
Time came to switch classes and Scott's last words of equations and homework pages were lost. Sasha was shoving her books angrily in her bag. Two tennis shoes entered her view of the floor and she let her anger pass. She looked up and Trevor was standing there, yelling at John for not giving ample view of his paper. Sasha stood and smiled.
"Ready?" she asked and they proceeded to the hallway. She had become accustomed to the lavish decorations and the expansive grounds. It was her home now. Two girls joined them on their way to the next class. Jessica, a short and hyper blonde who talked about a mile a minute and ran about as fast greeted all of them without missing a step in her gossip with Amber. Amber was rather tall and shy, but if you listened to her quiet humor, she was a funny kid. The five proceeded down the hall, all engrossed in conversation but John. He rubbed his hand through his thick brown hair frustratedly. Trevor saw his nervous action and looked around Sasha to see his best friend. She in turn stopped talking and turned to see what Trevor was looking at so intently.
"John?" she asked.
"Damnit, forgot my homework again. Ororo's gonna kill me. No shit this time," his brown eyes concerned. John was very obviously Italian in lineage and he was fiercely proud of his blood.
"How could you forget it again? God John, Sasha and I were doing it and you were helping! How could you forget that fast?" Trevor asked bewildered.
"Yeah, John," Sasha added, "you gave me my idea for my paper!"
He colored. "Oh, well, cover for me guys?" And he was gone. He could teleport, a trait he used to get out of class more often than anything else. Of course, being the friends they were would say 'we haven't seen him,' and the teacher would roll their eyes and continue on.
They all rolled their eyes and filled the rift of air that he left. The novels room wasn't far from Scott's Pre-Calc room, so the girl's conversation, much to Trevor's relief, about whose ass was better, Orlando Bloom's or Johnny Depp's, came to an end.
They filed into their seats alphabetically. Sasha sat in front of Trevor and Amber and Jessica went to the other side of the room.
Sasha dropped her bag as she always did and sat down with an air of finality that she wasn't getting up until the lunch bell rang. Trevor smiled secretly at this; she was a funny girl sometimes. She turned around and put a deck of cards on his desk. She snatched the Queen of Hearts from the top and grinned at him. He took the rest of the deck and rolled his eyes. She had a weird fascination of stealing that card before she returned his deck that she always borrowed during the period before. He was pretty sure if he didn't let her borrow the cards; he'd never see his queen again. So he let her hold onto it. It was an interesting choice to steal, but it was the one she never failed to take.
Ororo walked in, late as usual from her greenhouse of tropical flowers and they all turned around expectantly. No one really messed around during her class. Her easygoing manner and gentle tones made it almost impossible to do something to the woman and not feel terrible about it. She smiled warmly at all of them.
Her smile faltered when she saw John's empty desk in the middle of the room.
"Did her disappear again on you four?" she asked sweetly.
Sasha and the rest nodded and she rolled her eyes.
"I suppose there really isn't a way to stop him. Alright then class, pass up your essays and grab your books,"
Sasha already had her paper out to hand in and had her hand ready to receive Trevor's. She shook it impatiently over her shoulder and Trevor sighed impatiently.
"Hold on! Jeez!" he said as he frantically scribbled his name on it. He thrust it into her hand and she snickered.
"Bout time...." She muttered and he rolled his eyes.
Ororo took the papers from her and Sasha began to dig around in her bag for her book. They were reading 'Moby Dick'. A classic. A classic that made her want to kill herself. She hated to be forced to read things. She'd rather pick her own and read them though in a day or so. Ororo normally picked good books for them to read but this one; this one would be the death of her if Pre-Calc wasn't.
Her apprehensions of the book were dissolved momentarily when the bell indicating lunch rang. She sighed and stood up happily. Trevor stood waiting and Jessica and Amber were already out the door.
Lunch went by without any major issues and it was about over when Xavier's voice echoed in all of their heads.
'I am sorry for the late notice, but classes will be cancelled today on account of a Teacher In-Service day. The day is yours students.'
A moment of silence passed over the student body before excited talk of what to do buzzed in the cafeteria. The four were deep in debate as to what to do, explore the woods that surrounded the mansion (thought up by Sasha and of course backed by Trevor) and Jessica and Amber held to the firm belief of a movie marathon. It was an equal balanced proposition until John literally popped up beside Sasha in the empty spot and agreed with his roomy and friend. Outvoted but not swayed, Jessica and Amber told them to do it on their own. Sasha had no problem with it and agreed. Whenever these sorts of decisions were made, John and Trevor couldn't help but feel as a dead weight or inanimate object. Everything was decided without them. It didn't really matter to them though; both were laid back enough to let it slide.
Finishing their lunch quickly, Sasha, Trevor, and John made their way outside. It was quite a hike to the edge of the wood but the weather was good and so was the company so none really noticed. They walked into the shade and decided to head north. They talked about anything that came to mind and none of it really chronological. Sasha stopped in her tracks and listened. Trevor and John didn't notice until a moment later. Her eyes were golden, something they rarely saw anymore. The boys looked at each other confusedly and Sasha looked around warily.
"What's going on Sasha?" Trevor asked in a hushed tone. She appeared to have not heard him so Trevor tried again. "Sasha?"
"Blue Eyes," she said simply.
"What?" John sputtered. "What are you talking about? Are you just shittin us, cause you need to knock it out if you are? It's not a nice joke."
She ignored them and watched the forest intently. Not a sound reverberated through the old trees. Not even the birds' calls were heard.
"Come behind me," she whispered.
"What? No, I can protect myself," John protested.
"John, if you value your life, I suggest you get behind me," she said in a low and concentrated tone. John growled and Trevor stepped beside Sasha.
"What's going on?" he asked earnestly.
She looked about to answer when several trees fell in their direction. There was no way for them to get away from their large girths and trapping branches in time before they fell. John was poised on running but before he could move, two large midnight black wings flared from Sasha's back and the tree's stopped falling. They were put upright and she glared menacingly at the surroundings.
"I know you Blue Eyes' are out there," she warned, "this is our land now. I have come to reclaim what belongs to my family. Make any more action against me or those who live in the building and you will regret it sorely."
With that, a stirring came from the trees and then silence. The birds resumed their song and life went back on as if nothing had happened.
Only something had.
John and Trevor stared at Sasha's now crimson eyes. Her silken wings ruffled anxiously. John's mouth opened as if he wanted to say something then closed again. He looked like a fish when he proceeded to repeat the process several more times.
"Wha..." Trevor said but that was as far as he got.
"You guys always wanted to know what I could do," she said hesitantly. "But, uh, this isn't it. My family wasn't... received....well in our town. Old family feuds amongst several families. Mine has lineage to Arthur's time. My like, hundredth grandmother is Morgan Le Faye. So wizardry is in my family far before a mutated gene. So that's the wings. Blue Eyes are Merlin's descendants. So we've been at odds. The wings are my family's coat of arms. A black eagle. Every fifth generation woman gets them. All of us have the golden eyes though," she paused and watched for some reaction.
John stood there with his mouth hanging open. Trevor just had a thoughtful look on his face.
"Should have just said 'Here's my mutation guys!' Shouldn't have brought the family into this," she sat down heavily, not in an air of finality, but of weariness. Her wings flickered and disappeared from sight. At their disappearance, John seemed to click back into the world.
"Wait. I don't understand. You're a granddaughter to Morgan Le Faye, who was in Arthurian character. You have wings because of it. But that's not your mutation. If that's not your mutation, what is?" he was slightly flustered and anger was hidden in undertones in his voice.
She sighed heavily. She then disappeared.
"The bloody hell..." John began, but Sasha's voice echoed.
"Do not use those curses around me John, I won't hear them," John cracked a smile.
Sasha came back into sight. "That is mine. Not of my family. Just mine. And the red eyes. That's it. Ok, run away screaming now," she prompted and rested her head in her hands.
"You saved us," Trevor muttered. Sasha looked up. Trevor looked in her eyes thoughtfully. "Plus, you go to a school of mutants, a little magic won't be amiss. I would just blame it on your powers."
"Ah, but there's the fun part," Sasha said sarcastically, "got disowned because of my minimal control and ability to use the power. So, outcast in so many ways it's not even funny anymore."
They sat in silence for a moment.
"But you moved those trees, how can you not have magic?" John asked somewhat calm and serious.
"I said I had minimal control. I moved those trees because they were still alive and didn't want to fall. I guess I connect with living things the most. Animals love me. I guess the trees didn't need much persuasion," she said with a laugh.
They sat again just staring at each other when John began to laugh hysterically. Tears came to his eyes he was laughing so hard. Trevor and Sasha looked at him baffled. Then, Sasha caught the giggles, as did Trevor.
The just stood in the woods laughing and not knowing why, eventually though, the laughter subsided.
"I haven't laughed that hard in ages," Sasha said wiping her tears with the sleeves of her long sleeved pink shirt.
"Me either," Trevor said walking closer to Sasha. He kept glancing at her back out of the corner of his eye and Sasha caught him doing it.
"You can't see them," she said.
"Why not?" he asked.
"I can hide them just as well I can hide me," she said with a smile. "Would you guys, uh, not tell anyone? I'd rather keep it on the down low," she trailed off.
Both boys nodded solemnly and she smiled.
She slowed her pace and hopped on Trevor's back. He was slightly surprised but he held her.
"You can be my pony," she joked.
"Neigh, neigh!" he joked and galloped like a pony. John just kept his pace and hoped he wouldn't be seen with the crazy kids.
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Dere. Five pages! I got the best email! It was so freaking funny I laughed for like five minutes straight.
Round of applause for me, I finished my book in two days. Huzzah! It was a good one. I gave up on the Wheel of time... too long.
OH! My new writing music is now either Maroon 5 or Switchfoot. Excellent bands! Excellent I say!