Disclaimer: I do not own, and it is better that way. Because I don't want responsibility for it.
Warnings: AU to the nth degree.
Notes: I needed someone to be the foil here, so Tabitha gets picked on a bit here.
Welcome to the Chicken House
by Fairady
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"Two is not really better than one."
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Dear Diary,
I'm done here. It's been fun, I'd buy the shirt but I don't think they take traveller's checks.
I forgot how stupid and petty school was. You'd think it'd be different in a place full of muties but it's not. It's like an all mutant soap opera here. Drama this way. Drama that way. Drama 24/7. Would you like a side order of angst with your drama? It's fucking ridiculous!
Sorry. That's Tabby speaking. Stupid cunt. Who the hell starts shit with a mutant who can absorb you with a touch! Stupid jealous bitches like Tabby, that's who! Idiots who take someone else's word that a friend of yours was seen making out with your boyfriend. Christ how could I even touch her boy anyway?
Shit, sorry. Tabby's got issues and they aren't very compatible with mine. Long story short, we got into a fight over stupid shit. Now she's in a coma and I can't get her to shut the fuck up in my head. Also, the whole school here hates my guts now, because knowing about my powers is somehow different from actually seeing them used.
Idiots.
Bobby gave me the heads up on that though. So I'm packing up and heading out earlier than I'd planned. If I'm lucky I'll find Wade before Tabby's powers go out. Then I won't have to waste time getting a gun.
Can't even look in a mirror right now without wanting to scratch my own eyes out. I hate this. I hate my powers, I hate this school, I hate these people, I hate Wade, I hate-
Whatever. Better get going now before they decide to personally kick me out themselves.
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