A/N: This is the way I sort of wanted to sort out my story: Tory's part in the story would be the more serious feelings, and Mindy's part (and Johnny's) would be the more dramatic "this is a character you will never meet in real life" stuff. But after this story everything will get a lot more serious with the next.

Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men comics, or the book mentioned in this story… but I do really love that book and that author! My favorite author in the world! Plus all the characters in this story belong to me.

(Tory)
Thankfully, I wasn't Mindy's roommate forever. But I was her roommate for a while, and eventually I (sort-of) got used to it.

Ten Minutes Later

Tory walked down the hallway with Mindy. Tory had her bright yellow schedule in her hand, and Mindy had a tissue in hers. "Oh, that is SO cool! We have first period together!"

"Yeah," Tory said, but in her head she was thinking, Darn it.

At that second, a teacher (the same teacher that had led Tory to her new dorm) approached them from behind. "Miss Shepard, Professor DeAnjelo would like to give you some new school supplies."

"Oh. Sure," Tory said. "I'll see you later, Mindy."

"Oh, yeah!" Mindy said, smiling. "See you in class, 'Tor! Love ya!" Tory did a small wave and followed the teacher in another direction down the hall. Mindy started walking to her first period again.

(Mindy)
John Mavis was my most recent boyfriend at that point, and we grew quite fond of each other. He was my longest boyfriend so far, and I honestly thought I would be the one breaking up with him. The night before, he said he needed his space for a while. That hurt so much and I stayed up crying and complaining all night to my roommate, Tory.

Mindy opened the door to her first period class, History with Professor Kevin Hamilton. Students were chattering among themselves whilst Professor Hamilton read a book at his desk called Hawks Harbor by S.E. Hinton.

Mindy groaned as she saw John Mavis writing in his inch-thick notebook in the corner of the room. "Great. He's here." Johnny had on a white short-sleeved shirt with a zipper and hood, black pants, and black tennis shoes. His hair was dirty blonde and curly, and his eyes were dark green. His skin was fairly tan.

(Mindy)
Johnny was a HOTTIE. He was also a pretty good boyfriend for me, the best one yet… until he broke up with me. Darn him!

Johnny realized Mindy was coldly glaring at him and smiled. "Great. He sees me." Johnny dropped his pencil and rushed over to her. "What do YOU want?"

"Mindy… I'm so sorry!" Johnny said, his smile quickly fading. He got on his knees and held up his notebook to her. "This notebook is for you! It's an apology over a hundred pages long! It filled up over half of the notebook and I'm working on filling up the whole thing!"

"Weirdo," Mindy snapped. "It's too late to win my affections back, so just find another girl and give up on me. Course, I'm not so sure if you can even get ONE girl to go out with you. Oh well! Tootles!" Mindy walked past Johnny, who was still kneeling on the ground in the same position.

Looks like I showed him, Mindy thought proudly to herself, strutting to her desk in the back row on the right corner and taking a seat. She took her textbook out of her backpack and tried to get as much homework done as possible. Even if she weren't so busy worrying about her love life issues the night before, she still wouldn't have done her homework anyway. She never did because she never found a reason to care as much as the other students, which is why she became a D student.

Natalie Gilligan, Mindy's best friend, approached her from behind. "So, you over him yet?" Nia had chocolate brown hair tied together in two braids, matching eyes and very tan skin. Today she was wearing navy blue kapris, black flip-flops, a brown t-shirt, and several silver bracelets on each wrist.

"Totally," Mindy concluded, turning around in her seat to look up at her friend. "I'm completely over what's-his-name. He's the ground and I'm the skyscraper. That's how much I'm over him."

(Mindy)
Okay, so that was a big fat lie… But I was going to get over that boy eventually.

"Okay, everyone! Take a seat!" Professor Hamilton ordered, getting up from his desk. Nia mouthed the word "bye" to Mindy, and everyone did as the professor told them to. Mindy worked on a few more questions on her History worksheet as he spoke. "We have a new freshman in class named Tory Shepard. Please try and help her adjust; she's very shy."

Heads turned around the classroom, trying to find this new girl. "Where is she?" a boy asked.

"She's at the principal's office right now," Professor Hamilton answered. "She'll be here in a minute." The door opened just then, and Tory appeared, turning slightly pink and smiling timidly at her new classmates. "Ah, right on cue!"

"Hi," Tory said, taking a few steps into the classroom. "I'm Tory."

"I'm Professor Hamilton. Pleased to meet you," Professor Hamilton greeted her. He walked over to where she was and shook her hand. "You can take a seat next to Mindy over—" He paused. "Mindy, you didn't finish your homework again, did you?"

Mindy jumped a little in her seat. Still staring down at her textbook, she said, "Um… no, Sir."

Professor Hamilton let out an exasperated sigh and rubbed his forehead with his right hand. "Mindy, I don't know how I'm supposed to get through to you. You'll never get anywhere in life if you keep getting Ds and Fs."

"Not true," Mindy said, lifting the index finger of her hand. "I have the body of a runway model."

"You know, she has a point," the boy who had spoken up earlier said.

"Donald, be quiet," Professor Hamilton ordered, taking his hand off his forehead. He turned to Mindy again. "Mindy. If you don't get proper education, everything in your life will come crashing down."

Yeah, you won't think that when you see me on the cover of every teen magazine in the world, Mindy thought to herself, rolling her eyes.

"Sorry about that, Tory," Professor Hamilton said.

"It's fine," Tory said, taking a seat next to Mindy. Poor Mindy, Tory thought. On top of just getting dumped by a boy she really cared for, her grades are in the toilet. I wish there were some way I could talk to her, but I don't know what to say. I barely talk, anyhow.

"Okay, class!" Professor Hamilton said, clapping his hands once. "Turn to Chapter 19 on page 394. Tory, I'll get you a textbook."

As she reached into her red backpack to get a pencil, Tory suddenly felt ill. It was sort of like she did before when she stopped time, but this was different somehow. Tory moaned and held her head was throbbing like crazy. "Tory, are you okay?" was the last thing she heard.

Now she was in a completely different world. In some way, Tory knew that all she could do was just watch what was going on. She saw the DeAnjelo Institute exploding; large and small portions of the school were flying in all directions. She saw only two people: a girl around the age of sixteen, and a boy who looked like her brother, around fifteen. Their eyes glowed bright red, and they said only one word that didn't make any sense: "Memory."

A/N: Oooh, a cliff-hanger! It's finally not a short chapter! Actually this is the longest chapter in this story so far. Anyway I wanted this chapter to focus a bit more on Mindy instead of Tory because I didn't want the story to seem like Tory is of importance than all the other characters.

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