Welcome to chapter 2 of Remnants of the Past. Thank you to Rhapsody and
NinaMonkey for bothering to review what I'd already written. Enjoy the
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By the way Rhapsody happens to be the title of one of my favorite books, It was written by Margaret Haydon (not quite sure if I'm right here) I do highly recommend this book to anyone who likes fantasy novels!
For the first time in her adult life Ororo woke to see the sun shining brightly through the large windows of her bedroom. She turned to look at the clock, her face contorting with shock. She threw herself out of bed and flew to the closer. She was going to be late for class. And she was the teacher! She had never slept-in past eight in her life or at least the part that she could recollect. She dressed quickly and hurried out the door while buttoning her top with fumbling fingers. As she passed a large full body mirror in the hall she gasped with horror at her appearance. Her hair which before today had never had a stray strand was in bad enough shape to make the Bride of Frankenstein have a heart attack.
In a sudden surge of energy she ran back down the hall towards her room and promptly collided into a heavy wooden door with a resonating thud. She immediately wavered and collapsed to the floor.
"Oh my god! Ororo are you okay," Jean who had opened the door was hovering over Ororo's inert body. She answered in a giddy slightly slurred voice, "Shu' I'm jus' a liddle dizzee," and darkness took over.
Ororo woke with a groan. Her head was throbbing with pain, and her vision was blurry. The numbers on her watch looked alien. She looked up at the sound of approaching footsteps, to see Jean smiling down at her with concern apparent in her eyes.
"How are you feeling Storm?" she asked a laugh threatening to explode from her throat at the site of the disgruntled history teachers blank expression.
"As well as can be expected it would appear," she returned coming to her feet with a grunt. "What exactly happened by the way?"
"Um well," Jean paused for a second, her cheeks gaining a slightly red tinge, "there was a slight mishap in the hall involving you and my door. Anyway you've been out for about uh, three hours now," explained examining her watch.
"What about my class?" she asked with a worried expression. "I was going to have them take their tests today before spring break."
To Ororo's amazement Jean burst out laughing, after a few moments she managed to blurt, "Ororo it's Saturday! She managed to regain her breath. "Look honey, why don't you go back up to your room and freshen up a bit, okay."
Ororo didn't need to think twice before agreeing to that, she remembered the grisly sight she had seen earlier. "Do you think you'll be able to get up there by yourself?" Jean inquired as Ororo walked towards the door to the infirmary with as much grace as she could possibly muster in her current state. "Yeah I'll just use the elevator." She said grabbing some Tylenol from the counter on the way out.
Jean smiled. Ororo never used the elevator if she didn't have to. She must have gotten over her claustrophobia while she was unconscious.
Ororo surprisingly didn't see anyone in the hall. For that she was thankful, she didn't want to scare anyone she thought to herself dryly. She walked briskly to her room, reveling in the jasmine scented air of her bathroom; she quickly shed her clothes and jumped into the shower allowing the warm water to create a waterfall down her aching body. After washing her hair and scrubbing her skin with a sponge she washed of the entirety of the soapy residue. She reached for a towel and after fastening it securely over her chest and down over her hips, she began to blow dry her hair and continued to dry the rest of her body off as well as she could, with her free hand, using a small hand towel. When she completed her tasks she ran a comb through her hair and applied a light mist of perfume to her neck and wrists. She drank in the sweet smell of passionflower. It was an exotic scent. Exotic, just like her.
How do you like it so far. I was going to make this chapter longer but decided this was more than enough for know. And I couldn't bear to ruin this ending. Anyway my character will be introduced in the next chapter. Sorry if this one seems a little out but keep in mind this is the first thing I have written outside of school that has been read by someone other than me. Bear with me people. (sorry about the Jean/Jane thing, I thought that the name didn't seem quite right when I was writing it.)
The Soldier of Mercy
By the way Rhapsody happens to be the title of one of my favorite books, It was written by Margaret Haydon (not quite sure if I'm right here) I do highly recommend this book to anyone who likes fantasy novels!
For the first time in her adult life Ororo woke to see the sun shining brightly through the large windows of her bedroom. She turned to look at the clock, her face contorting with shock. She threw herself out of bed and flew to the closer. She was going to be late for class. And she was the teacher! She had never slept-in past eight in her life or at least the part that she could recollect. She dressed quickly and hurried out the door while buttoning her top with fumbling fingers. As she passed a large full body mirror in the hall she gasped with horror at her appearance. Her hair which before today had never had a stray strand was in bad enough shape to make the Bride of Frankenstein have a heart attack.
In a sudden surge of energy she ran back down the hall towards her room and promptly collided into a heavy wooden door with a resonating thud. She immediately wavered and collapsed to the floor.
"Oh my god! Ororo are you okay," Jean who had opened the door was hovering over Ororo's inert body. She answered in a giddy slightly slurred voice, "Shu' I'm jus' a liddle dizzee," and darkness took over.
Ororo woke with a groan. Her head was throbbing with pain, and her vision was blurry. The numbers on her watch looked alien. She looked up at the sound of approaching footsteps, to see Jean smiling down at her with concern apparent in her eyes.
"How are you feeling Storm?" she asked a laugh threatening to explode from her throat at the site of the disgruntled history teachers blank expression.
"As well as can be expected it would appear," she returned coming to her feet with a grunt. "What exactly happened by the way?"
"Um well," Jean paused for a second, her cheeks gaining a slightly red tinge, "there was a slight mishap in the hall involving you and my door. Anyway you've been out for about uh, three hours now," explained examining her watch.
"What about my class?" she asked with a worried expression. "I was going to have them take their tests today before spring break."
To Ororo's amazement Jean burst out laughing, after a few moments she managed to blurt, "Ororo it's Saturday! She managed to regain her breath. "Look honey, why don't you go back up to your room and freshen up a bit, okay."
Ororo didn't need to think twice before agreeing to that, she remembered the grisly sight she had seen earlier. "Do you think you'll be able to get up there by yourself?" Jean inquired as Ororo walked towards the door to the infirmary with as much grace as she could possibly muster in her current state. "Yeah I'll just use the elevator." She said grabbing some Tylenol from the counter on the way out.
Jean smiled. Ororo never used the elevator if she didn't have to. She must have gotten over her claustrophobia while she was unconscious.
Ororo surprisingly didn't see anyone in the hall. For that she was thankful, she didn't want to scare anyone she thought to herself dryly. She walked briskly to her room, reveling in the jasmine scented air of her bathroom; she quickly shed her clothes and jumped into the shower allowing the warm water to create a waterfall down her aching body. After washing her hair and scrubbing her skin with a sponge she washed of the entirety of the soapy residue. She reached for a towel and after fastening it securely over her chest and down over her hips, she began to blow dry her hair and continued to dry the rest of her body off as well as she could, with her free hand, using a small hand towel. When she completed her tasks she ran a comb through her hair and applied a light mist of perfume to her neck and wrists. She drank in the sweet smell of passionflower. It was an exotic scent. Exotic, just like her.
How do you like it so far. I was going to make this chapter longer but decided this was more than enough for know. And I couldn't bear to ruin this ending. Anyway my character will be introduced in the next chapter. Sorry if this one seems a little out but keep in mind this is the first thing I have written outside of school that has been read by someone other than me. Bear with me people. (sorry about the Jean/Jane thing, I thought that the name didn't seem quite right when I was writing it.)
The Soldier of Mercy