I yawned and turned around in my bed toward the clock, 11:47 AM

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.