I yawned and turned around
in my bed toward the clock, 11:47 AM. I have to admit; it felt like heaven to
be able to sleep in that late, and it was the most comfortable sleep I'd had in
a while, despite the few blades of bone poking into my skin throughout the
night. I stretched my arms out across the white sheets and looked down at my
ratty shirt and ripped jeans. I never changed before I went to sleep. I
shrugged, oh well, no big deal. I got up and unzipped my small duffle bag,
looking for an outfit for the day. Nothing. I hadn't brought any extra outfits
with me. Meaning I was stuck with whatever these freaks wanted me to wear. I
heaved a huge sigh, and looked through the dresser drawers, and pulled out a
pair of, what looked like, new jeans, and a button-up pinstriped shirt. I stuck
out my tongue in disgust; I was expected to wear these? Be brave I told
myself. If I wanted to fit in, I'd have to survive through some minor changes
in my life, and if a new wardrobe was included, then so be it. I slipped out of
my torn, tattered street clothes, and first put on the shirt. It was really
uncomfortable; I could feel the bones in my back prodding into the thin fabric,
yearning to be free. I pulled the shirt tighter, hearing the back ripping and
left the cuffs of the shirt arm unbuttoned. Trying to put the jeans on was like hell. With all my bones sticking
out, it was impossible to pull the pants on. I eventually had to get a pair of
scissors to make a few alterations so the jeans would fit. I gazed at my reflection in the immense
mirror set in the dresser. Sickening, gross, that's what I was, hideous.
Strands of my magenta hair were all over the top of my hair. I ran my fingers
through it, calming it somewhat. I
rolled my eyes. Why was I all of a sudden worried about the way I looked? I
didn't have anyone to impress.
As I made my way down the staircase, I could hear
laughter from the kitchen.
"Stoppit Kurt! You're being totally retarded!"
I leaned against a long column, folded my arms, and
watched everyone. Some blue fuzzy elf-looking kid was running around the room,
making weird faces. And a teenager, a girl with jet-black hair and ice blue
eyes that were turned slightly upward, was staring at him in disgust, but with
a smile on her face.
"Vhat?
Ju don't zink I am funny?" the elf asked.
"Like,
uh no Kurt, you're just, like, being stupid!" A girl with brown hair, pulled
high into a ponytail sat next to the one with Black hair; she popped her
bubblegum noisily while rolling her eyes.
Storm,
Jean, and Rogue were sitting in chairs, chatting, each holding a coffee cup in
hand. Cyclops was alone on a couch, watching T.V.
They
all seemed so…what was the word I was looking for? Like a family. I sighed, a
family I would probably never be a part of.
"Whatt'a
ya think yer doin?" The familiar gruff voice asked accusingly, "Spyin?"
I
spun around. Wolverine, big surprise, "Don't make stupid comments when you know
nothing about the situation." I rolled my own eyes.
He
stared at me, "Ya know what Marrow? I don't much like yer attitude!"
"Big
deal, do you really think I give a horse's shit?" I stared back feeling the
tension building.
Wolverine's eyes narrowed "Don't care if you do, all I
want is you outta here. Got that?"
I took a step toward him, "Stop trying to intimidate me
old man, I ain't scared of an old windbag like you."
* Snikt * He lunged toward me, pointing his claws at my
throat, "Wanna say that again, ya dirty piece of sewage shit."
There it was again, the sudden anger, the rage filling my
body. I smiled mockingly, "Ya know what?" I grasped a razor sharp bone from my
forearm, and held it at his throat, "I think I DO want to say that
again!"
"WHOA WHOA WHAO! WHAT DIS ALL BE 'BOUT?" Remy ran up to
us. He pushed Wolverine away, while pulling me back by my arm, "What de problem
'ere?"
I snatched my arm back, "Tell the old man here to stay
outta my path or summtin bad's gonna happen!" I stormed off, but not before
hearing Wolverine growl back, "If anyone gets hurt, it'll be you!"
I bolted through a pair of doors, with thoughts gushing
through my head. I looked around; I needed a place to escape, to be alone.
There was a huge maple tree a little further ahead. I broke into a sprint, and
clambered up the trunk, taking a seat on a high branch near the top. What the
hell was wrong with him? Does Wolverine just think he can tell me what
to do? Like hell he will! No one tells me what to do. They never have, and
never will.
"Sarah, are you out here?"
I peered through the green leaves of the tree, seeing
Storm standing in the middle of the courtyard yelling.
"I saw you come out here. I need to talk to you!" She
scoured the land.
I leapt out of the tree, "Whatta ya want?"
Ororo walked toward me, her eyes angry, "What you did in
there was unacceptable! And as second in command of the X-Men, I will not
tolerate such behavior."
My jaw dropped, and my eyes got huge in surprise. I waved
my hands in disbelief, "No! No, no, no, you gotta be kidding! You're blaming
this on ME? What the hell is wrong with you? ARE YOU FUCKIN BLIND?
HE HAD THEM CLAWS OF HIS AT MY THROAT!"
She placed her hands on her hips, "And such childish
behavior like pointing fingers will not be tolerated either. Next time something
like this happens; there will be serious consequences. This place isn't the
streets of New York Sarah, you cannot solve a problem by fighting it out." With
that, she left.
I growled in fury. Accuse the new girl. Figures! I
stomped my feet on the ground. Is this how it was gonna be? Being looked down
on as the "new girl", the "street rat", and the uncivilized person with no
manners who only wants to start fights? A load of shit is what it all was! I didn't hafta take it from no one,
and I wasn't about to.
I ran through the courtyard, flung open the doors, and
spotted Storm talking with Jean down the hall. I wasn't gonna let her think she
ordered me around, ain't no way in all hell I'd let her. I tapped her on the
shoulder, "You listen here pretty-pretty. I don't know where you come off
thinkin' you can tell me what to do, but I don't work that way!"
She stood there, appalled by the fact that I dared
confront her, "Well, unfortunately this team will not 'work your way'! And
since I am second in command, you WILL follow my instructions, is that
understood?"
I howled with laughter, "Are you second in command or my mother? Holy damn! I mean, come on. You say "second
in command" as if you owned the whole damn team."
Storm stared at me in shock; I heard a small gasp escape
her lips.
"That's right," I took a step forward, "someone's
opposing The All Mighty Goddess's guidelines. Whatta ya gonna do? Fry
me? And then say it was my fault, you seem to be good at that."
"How DARE you mock me in that manner!" the crackle
of thunder was heard in the distance, "I KNEW I was right when I said you
didn't belong here. Xavier must've lost his mind to allow you on the squad. If
you plan on staying, I highly suggest you shape up and tone down your attitude,
or else!"
I raised an eyebrow, "Is that a threat?"
She took a step toward me, "Perhaps it is."
"Allow me to warn you, I don't take to threats very
well." I laid my hand upon a bone shoving from the jeans in my thigh.
She glanced at my hand grasping the blade, "Do it, and
we'll see how much longer you stay on the team, or stay alive for that matter."
I grinned, "Let's find OUT!" I broke the bone off and
began to thrust it over my head when I heard a stern voice yell.
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?" The Professor and the blue elf
came down the corridor. The furry one musta squealed.
Storm looked up in embarrassment, "I..She…" she
stuttered. I almost laughed; her toffee colored cheeks turned a slight shade of
red, "I am sorry Xavier." She hung her head.
I gawked at her. What the hell? She was treating this guy
like her master. I on the other hand spoke up, "Storm here was giving me shit
about a fight that shorty started!" I glanced at Wolverine who was sitting in
the couch; his head shot up when I called him that.
"Stop!" he said in a raised voice, "Just quit! Sarah, a
word with you in my office please!"
I growled in irritation. Once again, look who was getting
the blame! I flung the blade of bone into a trashcan as I began to follow the
Professor.
But before I started walking I heard the elf say, "V'at's
vith her attizude?"
I stopped and spun around, pointing a finger at the teenager, "Watch it fuzzball, or your hairy ass'll be mine!" I turned on my heels and briskly walked to the Professor's office, ready to defend myself and my actions.
