I was just lying there in my bed, staring out the window at the night sky and listening to Kitty snore softly and mumble things about

Lance in her sleep. A smile formed on my lips, but it soon disappeared. I'd had a rough day at school (and in life in general), and

Scott and Logan had worked us all really hard in the danger room, but for some odd reason, I couldn't sleep. I glanced at my watch,

and saw that it was a little after midnight. Unable to resist the urge of being a rebel and sneaking out, I quietly opened the window

beside my bed, and climbed down into the tree outside.

It was warmer than I'd thought, so I quickly stripped off my sweatshirt and threw it into the room, leaving only a spaghetti strapped

camisole (I bought it secretly while at the mall with Kitty), a pair of Scott's baggy pajama pants that I had snatched from his clean

laundry when he wasn't looking, and a pair of adidas sneakers that Jean gave me. This was all that would protect me from the world

outside. Or should I say, protect the world outside from. Heh, ironic.

Then I shook the thought from my head. I was cured. I thought back to earlier in the week when Hank had figured out that when

some chemicals are combined and then injected into my body, they blocked my powers and controlled them, until I called upon them

for help. Me, wanting help from my god-awful powers? Now that was ironic.

I jumped out of the tree stealthily, thanks to Scott's training, and ran to the closest outside wall before the security camera's caught

sight of me. Crouching down in front of the brick wall, I leapt up and grabbed the top of the wall, and vaulted myself over it, landing

clumsily in a bush. I chuckled quietly to myself, and then decided to visit my first home in Bayville, so I started walking to the BoM

house.