Here's chapter 3. I went on a fanfic-reading spree today and read for three
hours until my eyes got really blurry. can't see, can't type, so if there
are any typo errors on this page please don't kill me. *feels hands in
front* klucky, I won't be adding in some of the new characters yet, maybe
eventually (?) if the reviewers really want them to come into the story.
Until then, thx for all the reviews that have been coming in!! By the way,
chapter 4 will be out by Wednesday if I can squeeze in the time.
Disclaimer: I do not own X men evolution.
3rd entry
The bake sale is coming up. Admittedly, I have not improved in my cooking in any way, and the only way I will feel safe selling it is if I can give out free medicine with every serving or something. Or if I buy them all myself and throw them away later, which isn't going to work because I'm flat out broke. Lance will probably be nice enough to buy a few, and I can just see myself standing over his dead body yelling, "I DIDN'T DO IT! I DIDN'T DO IT!" I don't actually _look_ like a murderer, do I?
Jean is on a meat pie-making frenzy. The moment she got home from cheerleading practice (about five or so), she put on her apron and started making the pastry. She wanted me to help, but I said stoutly that I refused to do something so incriminating as to watch her satisfy the students at Bayville with their carnivorous ways (myself being a vegetarian and all). So now she managed to convince Scott into helping her chop up more meat or something, and I thought it was pretty funny when I saw the both of them all covered in flour, looking like characters from the rerun of Frosty the Snowman. Okay, maybe it's not so nice to laugh at people, but Frosty was pretty cute for a snowman.
Guess what? I just looked at my calendar, and I realized that Lance's birthday is in TWO WEEKS TIME. Which means that on top of cooking more apple strudel by Thursday, and attending cooking classes at the center with a bunch of grannies on weekdays, AND attending Danger Room sessions, I'm not going to have enough time to shop for Lance.
What would I have to get for him anyway? A hat? (no. way.) New gloves? (???) Apple strudel? (please please no) I can't get something totally lame for him, because he'd probably tell his Brotherhood friends about it, and that would be the end of my reputation. I can just imagine his face when I hold out this fluffy hamster in my arms or something, singing 'Happy Birthday' to him in the hallway.
Oh no. I almost forgot, there's also a football game tomorrow night, the day before the bake sale. Should I go? Or not? Maybe I can go with Rogue, because Jean will most likely be at the Institute making more pie (I think it's some blackcurrant pie unless I'm mistaken), so I will most likely be going to avoid more baking. Not that I enjoy watching football or anything. I remember my dad used to have this craze with it when we were living in Northbrook, and drove my mom nuts when he kept hogging the tv remote when he was tuned to the Super Bowl. Now that I think of it, I can say that I don't really miss them that much anymore. Not that I'm ungrateful or anything. it's just that we've been apart for so long, and I'm too busy nowadays to think too much about it. Maybe I'll call them tomorrow to ask how they're doing.
For now, I think I'll just go to bed.
Tbc.
Disclaimer: I do not own X men evolution.
3rd entry
The bake sale is coming up. Admittedly, I have not improved in my cooking in any way, and the only way I will feel safe selling it is if I can give out free medicine with every serving or something. Or if I buy them all myself and throw them away later, which isn't going to work because I'm flat out broke. Lance will probably be nice enough to buy a few, and I can just see myself standing over his dead body yelling, "I DIDN'T DO IT! I DIDN'T DO IT!" I don't actually _look_ like a murderer, do I?
Jean is on a meat pie-making frenzy. The moment she got home from cheerleading practice (about five or so), she put on her apron and started making the pastry. She wanted me to help, but I said stoutly that I refused to do something so incriminating as to watch her satisfy the students at Bayville with their carnivorous ways (myself being a vegetarian and all). So now she managed to convince Scott into helping her chop up more meat or something, and I thought it was pretty funny when I saw the both of them all covered in flour, looking like characters from the rerun of Frosty the Snowman. Okay, maybe it's not so nice to laugh at people, but Frosty was pretty cute for a snowman.
Guess what? I just looked at my calendar, and I realized that Lance's birthday is in TWO WEEKS TIME. Which means that on top of cooking more apple strudel by Thursday, and attending cooking classes at the center with a bunch of grannies on weekdays, AND attending Danger Room sessions, I'm not going to have enough time to shop for Lance.
What would I have to get for him anyway? A hat? (no. way.) New gloves? (???) Apple strudel? (please please no) I can't get something totally lame for him, because he'd probably tell his Brotherhood friends about it, and that would be the end of my reputation. I can just imagine his face when I hold out this fluffy hamster in my arms or something, singing 'Happy Birthday' to him in the hallway.
Oh no. I almost forgot, there's also a football game tomorrow night, the day before the bake sale. Should I go? Or not? Maybe I can go with Rogue, because Jean will most likely be at the Institute making more pie (I think it's some blackcurrant pie unless I'm mistaken), so I will most likely be going to avoid more baking. Not that I enjoy watching football or anything. I remember my dad used to have this craze with it when we were living in Northbrook, and drove my mom nuts when he kept hogging the tv remote when he was tuned to the Super Bowl. Now that I think of it, I can say that I don't really miss them that much anymore. Not that I'm ungrateful or anything. it's just that we've been apart for so long, and I'm too busy nowadays to think too much about it. Maybe I'll call them tomorrow to ask how they're doing.
For now, I think I'll just go to bed.
Tbc.