Toxicity in a Small Town
By Chyna Rose
Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men Evolution. Anastasia was borrowed from Gargoyles, and being what she is, will be returned unharmed. I'm also borrowing one of the Canmore brothers. Although he may be a little harmed by the time he goes back. Don't worry, it won't be anything that won't heal.
A/N: It is still better not to ask. Right now, there is no slash, but that could change in the future. Be warned. I suck at writing accents. Canmore is from Scotland in case you couldn't tell.
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Chapter Two
Anastasia Renard walked down the hall with the shy girl known as Morgan. Reaching the office of the high school, they were asked to wait while the principal finished up some important business. Nearly an hour later, they were escorted into the office.
"Please take a seat." The principal instructed the pair. Both Anastasia and Morgan sat in the uncomfortable plastic chairs. Principal Canmore returned to his plush chair and opened a plain folder with Morgan's name on it.
"Now then, it says yer from New York City. Yer record shows that ye are a pretty good student, if a little quiet. Before ye begin yer year at Bayville, I would like ta lay down a few ground rules. First, we have a zero tolerance policy consernin drugs and weapons. Should we find any on ye, ye will be suspended immediately; no questions asked. Fightin, vandalism, and other such acts of delinquency are not tolerated, and carry stiff punishments."
"I can assure you Mister Canmore, that Morgan is not a juvenile delinquent."
"I think that in light of what happened in her old school…"
"Morgan had nothing to do with that."
"Of course not. I simply wanted ta put her mind at ease. This isn't some inner city facility built ta keep teenagers off the street for seven hours. Ye will find that here we adhere ta a higher standard. Now, unless ye have any further questions, ye can pick up her class schedule from the secretary. None then? I trust I'll look forward ta seein ye tomorrow for yer first day of classes Morgan. Welcome ta Bayville." Principal Canmore said, standing up. Morgan rose and took his offered hand. With the formalities over with, Anastasia and Morgan left. While Anastasia waited for the secretary to find Morgan's papers, Morgan stood in the doorway to the office engaging in one of her favored hobbies: people watching.
Right now, the halls were filled with students changing classes. Or at least as filled as halls could be in a school that had barely two hundred students. Apparently, it was time for lunch, and everybody ate at the same time. Either that, or nobody was concerned with being late to class.
The cliques appeared to be pretty tight, with the jocks and cheerleaders taking the alpha slots. No surprise there. To her dismay, most of the lingering students were dressed like preppies. Although she did see a Goth, a Hick, and two guys in grunge. This boosted her moral as it seemed that there were at least three people she would like to become friends with. If they noticed her that was.
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Todd stared at the lump of 'meat' on his plate. With a look of apprehension on his face, he cautiously poked it with his spork.
"Will you just eat it already?"
"Yo. I think I just saw it move."
"It didn't move. It can't move. It's dead Todd. So eat it, and shut up."
"I ain't eating this yo."
"Why not? It's not half bad."
"I don't even know what it is."
"This from the guy who eats bugs on a regular basis."
"Hey! Anyway, why do you care salad boy?"
Lance rolled his eyes as Todd and Pietro argued over their respective lunches with Fred adding his two cents. Just business as usual. And, unless Lance missed his guess, in five minutes Pietro would give a lecture on the health benefits of salad.