I stared at the building before me. I'm sure that outwardly, I looked impassive. I made that a habit of mine. But inside, I was practically foaming at the mouth with rage. I was livid, but I looked bored.

Excellent cover, huh?

I sensed Gabe come to stand beside me, his blond, shaggy hair blowing in the Virginia breeze - oh, God, I said that? Shoot me. Shoot me now. - with Vicky in his arms. Jag was on my other side, while Kitti was just diagonal to him.

"Come on, guys," Gave led the way towards the entrance. "Let's get it over with."

Ugh. Traitor.

I scowled at his back as we followed, making Vicky giggle as she looked at me over his shoulder. I cracked a goofy grin at her, causing her to giggle some more.

"Alright!" Jag exclaimed, bounding past me in a flurry of baggy pants and yellow hair, to stand beside Gabe. "We're gonna get to be X-Men! Sweet!" He looked around the place eagerly. "Wonder if anyone like Rogue, or Kitty'll be there! Like, the ones from the movies, cause they're hot."

I rolled my eyes, but couldn't help my smile. "We already have a Kitti, Jag."

But seriously. Lerner School for Gifted Children did sound like Prof. Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, or whatever it was.

"Oh joy," I could hear the sarcasm in Kitti's normally emotionless voice. Yup, that's right, the bleach blond in the preppy clothes and make-up is really goth. Fancy that.

Our 'chaperones' from the private jet that brought us here followed us to the door. We'd decided to call them Curly, Larry, and Mo. Curly, the only chick, had hair even curlier than mine. And hers looked permed - mine's natural. Larry was the guys actual name, and Mo got stuck with Mo simply because he was the last one there.

The doors opened for us, good lord, and a smiling woman dressed in a pale purple skirt-suit with long, black, pin-straight hair and dimples greeted us.

"Hello there! My name is Dr. Amelia James, but everyone calls me Molly. You must be the group of kids from Mexico, the feline-humans, that we've been expecting."

"Yeah," Gabe nodded. "That's us."

"And from what I understand, it's Gabriel, Katherina, Charles, Victoria, and Blakelyn, correct?"

I just about cracked at Jag's real name. Charles. Gets me every time. But I decided to correct her. "Kinda. It's Gabe, Kitty, Jag, Vicky, and Blake." I gestured to each of us as I said our names.

Molly just kept smiling. "Alrighty then! I think I can take them from here, you three, thanks for your help!" She nodded to the three stooges, and they left out lickety-split.

Lucky ducks.

She turned that annoying smile back on us. "Now, let's take a tour, shall we?"

whoa. can i just say thank you to you guys? that was the most reviews i've EVER had for a single chapter. i'm glad this got positive feedback, and i appreciate it alot. Anonymous Friend, your descriptions were actually replays of what i actually have planned. for the most part, anyway. i know Vicky and Blake sound a lot like Angel and Max, but i assure you that there will be some differences between them. it just helps them relate. thanks for reading, and please review?