Hi!!! Sorry I couldn't update on time. My com conked out last minute and I
had to wait for it to recover. _ Anyway, here's chapter 5. Ps: thanks
again for the reviews! *huggies*
5th entry
How do I begin to describe how my day was?
Well, it turned out that my plan to get rid of Jean's meat pies didn't work very well. I woke up at six in the morning to sneak downstairs and hide the pie, and I was standing there in the kitchen with my arms full of her pie when I heard her (or so I thought) coming down the stairs. I panicked right there and then (how could I not? I was carrying incriminating evidence here) and phased through the kitchen wall to the dining room. But it turned out that the footsteps I heard weren't heading for the kitchen, they were heading for the _dining room_.
Thus, I did the only thing possible any normal person would do at that point of time. PANIC!!! Believe me, I didn't really want to go head on with Jean, especially with someone who has TK powers and is really grumpy in the morning. I started freaking out, and ran straight through the person and up the stairs (it turned out to be a very surprised Logan). Still holding onto the pile of meat pie, I headed for the room I shared with Rogue, and locked the door behind me. Thankfully, Rogue was still sleeping, probably tired from the game yesterday. I was pretty amazed the smell of the meat pie hadn't woken her up.
I dawdled in the room until I heard the others getting up, and dawdled some more until I heard Jean's agonized shriek coming from downstairs. I heard screaming, then concerned voices (probably the Professor's and Scott's), then more screaming. I willed myself not to act guilty, and went downstairs to find Jean, who was tearing her hair out (literally).
"What happened, Jean?" I squeaked out. Such an excellent liar, aren't I?
Jean just took one look at me, and I must have looked very guilty then, because in a flash she was in my head, asking, _Kitty, what did you do with my pie? _ And it's impossible to lie with another person in your head, you know? My conscience just had to give. Or maybe it was the menacing "if-my- pie-isn't-alright-I'm-going-to-tear-your-brains-out" look on her face.
You can guess what happened next. The pie appeared back in the kitchen in five minutes (much to my sorrow, as you can tell), and Jean was making sure I wasn't coming five feet near her beloved pastry. I was still miffed at the fact that my attempt to destroy the stupid stuff was foiled when we reached school, so I didn't exactly have the time to think about Lance and regret about not running after him, as I did all night. I probably have eye bags or something. Great.
We started setting up, and I made it a point to stay far, far away from the meat pies. I must admit that overall the apple strudel (which incidentally wasn't done by me, but by a group of dedicated vegetarian grandmothers at the center) sold out pretty fast, and soon I was free to do whatever I wanted, having done my part for the school and all.
I started searching for Lance, but I guess he was still in hiding - isn't that weird? Normally you'd think that after such a fiasco, I'D be the one in hiding. Anyway, he wasn't anywhere in school, because I'm sure I checked virtually everywhere, except in the male toilet, in which I have no intention of breaking into soon. This is most probably because of my past experience when I walked into Scott taking a shower at the institute when I phased through the door without bothering to knock.
Note to self: don't call Lance, wait for him to call. (This is Rogue's advice. She says if he's going to be so childish about the whole matter, then I should ignore him until he comes around. Which, I pointed out to her, might take more than a decade, as boys are known for their incredibly slow complexes and decision-making.)
Tbc.
There! I finished the 5th chapter! The next chapter will be out on Monday, but until then, please review!
5th entry
How do I begin to describe how my day was?
Well, it turned out that my plan to get rid of Jean's meat pies didn't work very well. I woke up at six in the morning to sneak downstairs and hide the pie, and I was standing there in the kitchen with my arms full of her pie when I heard her (or so I thought) coming down the stairs. I panicked right there and then (how could I not? I was carrying incriminating evidence here) and phased through the kitchen wall to the dining room. But it turned out that the footsteps I heard weren't heading for the kitchen, they were heading for the _dining room_.
Thus, I did the only thing possible any normal person would do at that point of time. PANIC!!! Believe me, I didn't really want to go head on with Jean, especially with someone who has TK powers and is really grumpy in the morning. I started freaking out, and ran straight through the person and up the stairs (it turned out to be a very surprised Logan). Still holding onto the pile of meat pie, I headed for the room I shared with Rogue, and locked the door behind me. Thankfully, Rogue was still sleeping, probably tired from the game yesterday. I was pretty amazed the smell of the meat pie hadn't woken her up.
I dawdled in the room until I heard the others getting up, and dawdled some more until I heard Jean's agonized shriek coming from downstairs. I heard screaming, then concerned voices (probably the Professor's and Scott's), then more screaming. I willed myself not to act guilty, and went downstairs to find Jean, who was tearing her hair out (literally).
"What happened, Jean?" I squeaked out. Such an excellent liar, aren't I?
Jean just took one look at me, and I must have looked very guilty then, because in a flash she was in my head, asking, _Kitty, what did you do with my pie? _ And it's impossible to lie with another person in your head, you know? My conscience just had to give. Or maybe it was the menacing "if-my- pie-isn't-alright-I'm-going-to-tear-your-brains-out" look on her face.
You can guess what happened next. The pie appeared back in the kitchen in five minutes (much to my sorrow, as you can tell), and Jean was making sure I wasn't coming five feet near her beloved pastry. I was still miffed at the fact that my attempt to destroy the stupid stuff was foiled when we reached school, so I didn't exactly have the time to think about Lance and regret about not running after him, as I did all night. I probably have eye bags or something. Great.
We started setting up, and I made it a point to stay far, far away from the meat pies. I must admit that overall the apple strudel (which incidentally wasn't done by me, but by a group of dedicated vegetarian grandmothers at the center) sold out pretty fast, and soon I was free to do whatever I wanted, having done my part for the school and all.
I started searching for Lance, but I guess he was still in hiding - isn't that weird? Normally you'd think that after such a fiasco, I'D be the one in hiding. Anyway, he wasn't anywhere in school, because I'm sure I checked virtually everywhere, except in the male toilet, in which I have no intention of breaking into soon. This is most probably because of my past experience when I walked into Scott taking a shower at the institute when I phased through the door without bothering to knock.
Note to self: don't call Lance, wait for him to call. (This is Rogue's advice. She says if he's going to be so childish about the whole matter, then I should ignore him until he comes around. Which, I pointed out to her, might take more than a decade, as boys are known for their incredibly slow complexes and decision-making.)
Tbc.
There! I finished the 5th chapter! The next chapter will be out on Monday, but until then, please review!