Sivvy: Yes! It's the tenth chapter. I'm so happy I made it this far! And now let's find out what happens.

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Part 1

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"What the hell are you doing?" Scott yelled.

"Um…..Would you believe me if I told you we were wrestling?" I asked.

His glare answered that question.

"Well then….no comment." I said.

"I knew you two were involved somehow! I knew it! But no one listened to me! They said I was overreacting!" Scott began, "I-"

All I heard after that was blah blah blah. It was pointless to listen. All he's doing is nagging and sooner or later he'll start repeating himself, so there's no point. I wouldn't listen to him anyway. It's my life. Who cares if Logan's older than me by…..however many years he's older than me? The only reason Mr. Nag cares is because it's illegal. Well the governments trying to make it so that being a mutant is illegal…well maybe not exactly that, but it's close enough to that. If the Wizard of Oz(Magneto for those who forget) wasn't insane, cruel, and wanted a war, I'd probably be on his side.

"And another thing-" This time I didn't space out.

This time Scott got punched in the face….by Logan…..that's gotta hurt.

"Will you just shut up?" Logan snarled, "I'm tired of ya tryin to make my life miserable! This is a mutual thing! I didn't force her to do anything!"

I thought I missed something. Scott stood up slowly. I have to give him credit for that. I probably wouldn't have been able to get up. Then again I wouldn't get punched by Logan in the first place(insert fox grin here). It was then that Jean ran into the room….and she had the needle…..shit. I slowly backed up to the wall, made myself look as small as possible without using my powers, and glared daggers of death at the needle.

"What's going on here?" She asked.

Apparently Scott just projected his completely biased memory because she let out a gasp of surprise.

"What on Earth were you thinking?" She yelled.

Logan just growled at her for automatically believing Scott…..ok….how do I know this? Jean looked at me cowering in the corner and jumped to the conclusion(the wrong conclusion) that it was because of Logan. Again, how do I know this? Both of them began berating him and finally I just snapped. My death glare(or rather the shadows that sought out the reason for said death glare) destroyed the needle and I stood up. Anger was coming off me in waves.

"Shut. Up." I spoke each word as a sentence.

"Why? We're trying to help keep him away from you!" Scott said.

I growled at them both and my ears went into an intimidating position(You know. The one that alpha wolves use to get the other wolves in the pack to stand down.).

"You even try to do that and you'll be ripped to pieces." I said.

It seemed that the angrier I got, the more animal like I got.

The two of them stared at me in disbelief. If the two of them had half the deductive skills that a rabbit possesses(which really isn't much. Rabbit's deductive skills: Food. Eat. Predator. Run.) then they would have seen this coming. By this point in time, my powers were going haywire and the shadows seemed to swallow up the entire room.

"You may be my teachers, but you have no right to interfere with my life. Attempt to do so again and I will personally see to it that you will never be able to mess with anyone ever again." My yellow eyes glowed, giving off a very…feral feel.

Jean was cracking, but Scott(the bitch that he is) didn't know when to shut up and back down. So what does he do you ask? Well he, being the dumb ass that he is decided it was a good idea to try and nag again. Bad choice.

It seems that I can check something else of my list….an actual fox form because, what do you know, I transformed right there in front of him. And no…I'm not one of those cutesy little foxes. I'm a husky sized black and silver menace. Oh how fun. I growled at him and felt a fuzzy sensation in the back of my head…like a headache that's there, but not, and I passed out.

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Part 2

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I woke up to the sound of Logan's voice. It was distant, but getting closer every second. It sounded distressed. I quickly came to my senses and shot up into a sitting position. I wasn't in my room, nor was I in the infirmary. I was in a clearing in a forest.

"Logan, where are we?" I asked.

"I don't know exactly." He said, "One minute we're in complete darkness with you growling at Scott and Jean, the next you're unconscious and we're here."

"Great." I mumbled, "We're lost because I decided to be a dumb ass and let my anger get the best of me."

He pulled me to lean against him and murmured reassurances.

"We'll figure everything out in time Siv." He said, "Right now we should just take things one step at a time."

"Right." I said, "One step at a time."

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Dear Diary,

The days I spent at school were fun. I somehow managed to land myself(and Logan) into a situation neither of us planned for. My powers are fricking retarded because they keep fucking with my head and learning to do something else. Oh well. Live and learn.

Sivvy

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Sivvy: And that, dear readers, is the end of the story, but no worries. There shall be a sequel. I have an idea what I'll call it, but I don't know for certain. Though it most certainly will not really go with this title at all. I may add an author's note to this story, so that you all know what the title is. I've got two buzzin around my head and, even at this very moment, one's winning. In any case, keep watch.