Hey,me again, just so you remember, I'm ArielBlade, not Daniels128.

This chapter is going to be in Kurt's POV, just to see if I like the writing style.

So please don't flame because of that. Flashbacks are marked same as the other chapter. This is set after most of the third (fourth?) season,but the mansion and everything is still there. Mah story, mah rules.As you read in teh summary, this has a MAJOR plot twist.

As in 360. Hope you like it. If you don't like it, you are happy to take Kurt's"First friend" and put her in a fic.I don't mind just tell me. See first chapter for disclaimer (Huh, yeah right. Like you're going to.)

Oh, and it'd be nice to have this fic one SOMEONE'S favorites list. You know,

for the publicity. ;)

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Ichmebe. I couldn't believe that this new kid was in my hometown. The fact

that we were actually going to be in that town brought up a nagging memory

in the back of my mind. I pushed it away, as usual. I didn't want to remember.

Of course, trying to forget hadn't helped. Probably never will. It kept resurfacing.

That day... I forced away again, not wanting to think about it...



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I couldn't believe it. I was so excited when I got my montly letter(this was my fourth one) from my parents.

Usually, it was good news about anything and everything, but this...Looking down

at the letter, making sure I read it right. There, printed so clearly in German...

Kurt, I don't know how to break this to you. Remember that darling girl that you were friends with? I'm sure you do; you were always with her. She (Here there were several wet spots)passed away last friday I know this is going to break your heart,

but your father and I decided it was for the best to tell you.

Here I had shredded the letter and dumped in the trash, praying it wasn't true.



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I hate thinking about it. Looking around, I teleported out of my seat and in to one of the back rooms. It was time I felt the pain.

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When I came back out, I had been crying, but no one could tell because of my holowatch. I 'ported back to my seat, listening to the conversation between the Professer and Logan.

"You think Squirrel'll be alright, going back like this? Something's wrong with him." Logan spoke very quietly. Obviously I was not supposed to hear this.

"Actually, I think this new mutant may be able to help with his loss."

Upon hearing that,I got very mad. He'd been in my thoughts.I thought

he wasn't supposed to do that! Ihad to stop myself from getting up and telling him off and the only reason I didn't do that was because I wanted to hear what they were saying.

" You think so, Chuck?You can't even get a decent reading on this girl. That should tell you something. How do you think this is going to help?"

" It may give him someone to trust deeper than he trusts the rest of us."

"Well, it seems to me that this kid we're pickin' up needs more help than Squirrel."

Right then I could tell that Logan wasnt' to sure about me needing "help". Not that I thought I needed help. At that moment, I put on my headphones, not wanting to hear anymore.

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(A/N: This is third person, FYI.)

When the X-jet landed,everyone got out, but no one had any idea that they were being watched.

Up very high, she knew they couldn't see her. To them, she looked like a bird because whenever she was flying, she tended to tuck up

a little. She waited very patiently for them to get done covering the jet, then, as soon as they were far enough away, she swooped down.

Landing softly, she tucked her translucent, white bat wings behind her and walked up to the mess of leaves, twigs, and branches. Shink.

Sh-sh-shink. Her crystal claws popped out of the tips of her fingers.

Looking around one last time, she began carefully removing the camouflage.

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So, what do you think? I know I'm not to good at painting a picture,

but... R&R,PLZ!