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is. No good suing me. I only have *counts money* $2.
Church Was Always Boring
by mich shell
Jean Grey sat on the soft bench inside her church, St Mary's. She'd always found it boring, but it seemed even worse today. Her parents had told her not to look around, to keep her eyes trained on the priest, but today, Jean decided to disobey.
She looked to her right. It was some old lady. Very obese, as she'd thought. There was probably someone just as boring as the lady on her left, too. She was partly right. An elderly man was sitting there. He didn't look very interesting. But the baby that sat in his lap... he was so cute and sleeping so peacefully.
He yawned and woke up to reveal these amazing blue eyes, the color of the ocean. They were the most beautiful ones she'd ever seen. He stared at her. Jean's mother poked her.
"Jean, watch the priest," her mother scolded. She did that for a bit, but her eyes wandered back to the child. Her mother, Elaine Grey, poked her again.
"Watch the priest," she hissed. This kept happening, until finally, Elaine got so aggravated that she made Jean switch spots with her. But did that stop our little Jean Grey? Predictable to the end, she watched the baby boy.
Elaine resigned herself to the fact that her daughter was not, at any point in her near future, going to stop watching whatever it was she was watching. And she was too annoyed and tired to try and argue with her determined daughter anymore. She shook her head.
After the end of mass, the old man walked over to talk to Jean. "I noticed my grandson watching you quite intently. He seems to like you," he saind.
"Yes," she answered politely.
"You look like like his mother," he went on.
"She isn't very religious, is she?"
"Actually, she is." He elaborated, "She and her husband couldn't take care of their son, so my wife and I are."
"Jean," Elaine called, "We're leaving."
Jean turned to her mother. "Coming," she said. Then turning to the man, "I've got to go," she told him.
"That's alright," he said, "Have a good day, ma'am."
"You too, sir." As Jean started to walk away, the baby began to cry. The man tried, unsuccessfully, to calm him. She walked back. The man handed him to her.
"You try," he said.
"Shhh," she whispered, "I've got to go, but I'll see you again." He quieted down. Jean felt guilty about the promise she'd just made that she most likely couldn't fulfill.
The people she'd met never came back to St. Mary's. On the bright side, though, her mother never reprimanded her for not looking at the priest. But after that day, Jean was never all the way happy until she arrived at the Xavier Mansion in Salem Center, New York.
Fifteen years later, she found the baby in a certain mutant math teacher wearing red glasses.
Jean never knew it was him, although she never forgot the memory of the baby boy in the church. However, the old man died only a week after Jean saw him.
This might seem to be the ending. But it's not. Not really. This story doesn't have an ending. As long as people write stories like this, so shall this story continue, forever entombed in the memories of these authors.
T. I. N. From the Author (Truly Insane Notes): Another story finished. Sorry about the wait. Another one's on the way. I just need to type it up. Another Sailor Moon one. Sorry, all you X-Men fans. I'm in the midst of a multi-parter that's gonna come out sometime soon if I like the way it ends. Thanks for reading. Review is appreciated. I like to know people read my stories, although I agree with whoever said it, you shouldn't write to get reviews. It defeats the whole purpose of writing. The point of writing is for yourself.
Church Was Always Boring
by mich shell
Jean Grey sat on the soft bench inside her church, St Mary's. She'd always found it boring, but it seemed even worse today. Her parents had told her not to look around, to keep her eyes trained on the priest, but today, Jean decided to disobey.
She looked to her right. It was some old lady. Very obese, as she'd thought. There was probably someone just as boring as the lady on her left, too. She was partly right. An elderly man was sitting there. He didn't look very interesting. But the baby that sat in his lap... he was so cute and sleeping so peacefully.
He yawned and woke up to reveal these amazing blue eyes, the color of the ocean. They were the most beautiful ones she'd ever seen. He stared at her. Jean's mother poked her.
"Jean, watch the priest," her mother scolded. She did that for a bit, but her eyes wandered back to the child. Her mother, Elaine Grey, poked her again.
"Watch the priest," she hissed. This kept happening, until finally, Elaine got so aggravated that she made Jean switch spots with her. But did that stop our little Jean Grey? Predictable to the end, she watched the baby boy.
Elaine resigned herself to the fact that her daughter was not, at any point in her near future, going to stop watching whatever it was she was watching. And she was too annoyed and tired to try and argue with her determined daughter anymore. She shook her head.
After the end of mass, the old man walked over to talk to Jean. "I noticed my grandson watching you quite intently. He seems to like you," he saind.
"Yes," she answered politely.
"You look like like his mother," he went on.
"She isn't very religious, is she?"
"Actually, she is." He elaborated, "She and her husband couldn't take care of their son, so my wife and I are."
"Jean," Elaine called, "We're leaving."
Jean turned to her mother. "Coming," she said. Then turning to the man, "I've got to go," she told him.
"That's alright," he said, "Have a good day, ma'am."
"You too, sir." As Jean started to walk away, the baby began to cry. The man tried, unsuccessfully, to calm him. She walked back. The man handed him to her.
"You try," he said.
"Shhh," she whispered, "I've got to go, but I'll see you again." He quieted down. Jean felt guilty about the promise she'd just made that she most likely couldn't fulfill.
The people she'd met never came back to St. Mary's. On the bright side, though, her mother never reprimanded her for not looking at the priest. But after that day, Jean was never all the way happy until she arrived at the Xavier Mansion in Salem Center, New York.
Fifteen years later, she found the baby in a certain mutant math teacher wearing red glasses.
Jean never knew it was him, although she never forgot the memory of the baby boy in the church. However, the old man died only a week after Jean saw him.
This might seem to be the ending. But it's not. Not really. This story doesn't have an ending. As long as people write stories like this, so shall this story continue, forever entombed in the memories of these authors.
T. I. N. From the Author (Truly Insane Notes): Another story finished. Sorry about the wait. Another one's on the way. I just need to type it up. Another Sailor Moon one. Sorry, all you X-Men fans. I'm in the midst of a multi-parter that's gonna come out sometime soon if I like the way it ends. Thanks for reading. Review is appreciated. I like to know people read my stories, although I agree with whoever said it, you shouldn't write to get reviews. It defeats the whole purpose of writing. The point of writing is for yourself.