Hello! Thanks once again to my loyal reviewers and some of the new ones:
me, evolutionary spider, todd fan, amerase, klucky, flitwicke (I'm pushing
the shopping chappie a bit further back, because I have to rush things
before that a little), MeL (yeah! We have the same name - kinda), crissy,
and Red witch. Did I forget more people this time? *confused*
I'm listening to Eminem now . . . some of the songs are nice, and some. . . well, let's just say this is the uncensored versh, so it's a bit - er - vulgar. Okay, okay, I shall stop yakking away. =)
Entry 13 [A/n: *gasp!* unlucky number!!! *freakout*]
Okay. Breathe. You can do this.
Rogue reappeared in the room just now, and she must have seen Logan home too, because she immediately tried hiding the unconscious bodies of Lance, Scott and Kurt somewhere in the room. I tried helpfully to tell her that we could NOT squeeze them all into the wardrobe. But did she listen? Nope. She just asked if I wanted her to help or not, and I kept quiet.
We left them in the very cramped positions, all squished against each other (Lance's foot was in Scott's face) in our wardrobe. I stole Jean's perfume once again - the one I used to cover up my rotten apple smell before - and practically emptied the whole bottle into the carpet. Now the room doesn't reek of alcohol, but of Jean. Sigh.
Rogue and me went down for dinner eventually, after ensuring that the room looked and smelt normal, in case Logan came to do his rare "surprise visits". I regretted going for dinner, because I felt especially guilty about hiding them from the professor.
"Where's Scott and Kurt?" the professor asked worriedly as we dug in. "Shouldn't the both of them be back by now?"
I choked on my piece of potato. Rogue gave me a warning glance.
"Gee, I wonder where they went?" Jean was looking worried too. "It's not like Scott to come back so late. He normally calls."
"Yeah," I squeaked out. I could barely sit still. "Ow!" Rogue elbowed me, and I was caught off guard, so I fell off the chair with a thud. Believe me, it's as painful as it sounds. Before I knew it, everyone was standing over me, asking if I was okay. I very painfully sat up, and the professor asked concernedly if I was all right. I was very tempted to shout, "No! I'm going insane! I'm hiding three drunkards in my own cupboard! Kill me! Dice me up!"
Rogue must have seen the strangled expression on my face, because she quickly ushered me up and told me to stay there, pretending to rest or something. I sat there, looking at the forbidding cupboard. I could hear Scott snoring again. Loudly, too.
While I laid down and tried to muffle out the sound of snoring, I heard someone knocking at the door. It was Storm, big whoopee. I was so scared that she would hear Scott's snoring and discover the three of them, that I started shouting my lungs out to cover it up. It went something like this:
Me: I'M FEELING SO MUCH BETTER!
Ororo: Uh. . . are you sure?
Me: OF COURSE I AM! WHY WOULD YOU THINK OTHERWISE? (In case you couldn't tell, I was trying to sound loudly polite, which didn't work out very well.)
Ororo: Well, maybe because you're shouting at above a hundred decibel volume.
Me: REALLY? ARHAHA! I'M JUST FEELING HAPPY!
Awkward pause. Scott is still snoring faintly
Me: hastily I'M HUNGRY! LET'S GO DOWNSTAIRS! YIPPEE!
At this point, Ororo was looking at me as if I were retarded or something. I grabbed her arm and rushed her downstairs, much to her bemusement. There, I wished I had just continued screaming out our conversation upstairs, because the professor was making some frantic calls to find out where Scott and Kurt were.
"Maybe Mystique abducted them," Evan suggested. "We could always barge over there to beat them up until they confess."
The professor placed the phone back onto the holder, and sighed. "I don't know what happened to them. I can't reach them telepathically, either. I'm receiving a dead signal."
Logan, Ororo, Evan and Jean looked worried. I exchanged nervous glances with Rogue, who looked equally harried. I suddenly got another insanity attack, because I started ranting again (overdose of aspirin, perhaps).
"I just remembered that Scott and Kurt agreed to go to the impromptu class trip thing!" I slapped my forehead, as if I forgot. "They told me to tell you, Professor, but it slipped my mind!! I'm so sorry!!" I concentrated on looking miserable.
"They didn't inform me about it, though." The professor raised his eyebrows. "Where to?"
"Because it was impromptu!" I blabbered. My palms were drenched with sweat, well aware that everyone in the room was staring at me as if I had just sprouted another head. "They're on the way to the special overnight exhibition in . . . uh. . . Toronto. But they'll be back by morning." I took a shaky breath.
"Well, if they're all right. . ." the professor looked unconvinced. "Who -"
Rogue was standing behind me, and pinched the skin on my back. I yelped out in pain, and she immediately looked at me with concern.
"Are you all right, Kitty? Did you hurt your back just now?" She turned to Logan. "Maybe Kitty should rest for now." Without waiting for a reply, she rushed me up to our room again.
"Think they'll suspect something?" I asked sorely, rubbing my back.
"Nah." Rogue checked the rather squashed bodies in the cupboard, and turned back to me, her eyes twinkling. "How did you lie just like that? It was amazing!"
I wasn't very sure it was such a great achievement to be a wonderful liar, so I didn't say anything. I merely felt so exhausted from running around lying to everyone that I just plopped on the bed, unmoving.
"I'll get some aspirin," Rogue offered, and left the room.
She's still missing. And it has been exactly twenty minutes and thirty- seven seconds since she left. I can't sleep, because even I have shocked myself in my unknown skill in lying, to the professor, of all people. I hope it doesn't become a reality.
Note to self:
Stop lying.
Stop taking aspirin (to prevent future insanity attacks).
Stop living life in denial.
Stop going to detention. No, change that to NEVER.
Stop smuggling drunken mutants into the house and in the cupboard, especially if their names happen to be Lance, Scott and Kurt. Oh, and start a ban on alcohol.
Tbc.
[A/n: That's all for now! I'll update on Thursday. Please review!!]
I'm listening to Eminem now . . . some of the songs are nice, and some. . . well, let's just say this is the uncensored versh, so it's a bit - er - vulgar. Okay, okay, I shall stop yakking away. =)
Entry 13 [A/n: *gasp!* unlucky number!!! *freakout*]
Okay. Breathe. You can do this.
Rogue reappeared in the room just now, and she must have seen Logan home too, because she immediately tried hiding the unconscious bodies of Lance, Scott and Kurt somewhere in the room. I tried helpfully to tell her that we could NOT squeeze them all into the wardrobe. But did she listen? Nope. She just asked if I wanted her to help or not, and I kept quiet.
We left them in the very cramped positions, all squished against each other (Lance's foot was in Scott's face) in our wardrobe. I stole Jean's perfume once again - the one I used to cover up my rotten apple smell before - and practically emptied the whole bottle into the carpet. Now the room doesn't reek of alcohol, but of Jean. Sigh.
Rogue and me went down for dinner eventually, after ensuring that the room looked and smelt normal, in case Logan came to do his rare "surprise visits". I regretted going for dinner, because I felt especially guilty about hiding them from the professor.
"Where's Scott and Kurt?" the professor asked worriedly as we dug in. "Shouldn't the both of them be back by now?"
I choked on my piece of potato. Rogue gave me a warning glance.
"Gee, I wonder where they went?" Jean was looking worried too. "It's not like Scott to come back so late. He normally calls."
"Yeah," I squeaked out. I could barely sit still. "Ow!" Rogue elbowed me, and I was caught off guard, so I fell off the chair with a thud. Believe me, it's as painful as it sounds. Before I knew it, everyone was standing over me, asking if I was okay. I very painfully sat up, and the professor asked concernedly if I was all right. I was very tempted to shout, "No! I'm going insane! I'm hiding three drunkards in my own cupboard! Kill me! Dice me up!"
Rogue must have seen the strangled expression on my face, because she quickly ushered me up and told me to stay there, pretending to rest or something. I sat there, looking at the forbidding cupboard. I could hear Scott snoring again. Loudly, too.
While I laid down and tried to muffle out the sound of snoring, I heard someone knocking at the door. It was Storm, big whoopee. I was so scared that she would hear Scott's snoring and discover the three of them, that I started shouting my lungs out to cover it up. It went something like this:
Me: I'M FEELING SO MUCH BETTER!
Ororo: Uh. . . are you sure?
Me: OF COURSE I AM! WHY WOULD YOU THINK OTHERWISE? (In case you couldn't tell, I was trying to sound loudly polite, which didn't work out very well.)
Ororo: Well, maybe because you're shouting at above a hundred decibel volume.
Me: REALLY? ARHAHA! I'M JUST FEELING HAPPY!
Awkward pause. Scott is still snoring faintly
Me: hastily I'M HUNGRY! LET'S GO DOWNSTAIRS! YIPPEE!
At this point, Ororo was looking at me as if I were retarded or something. I grabbed her arm and rushed her downstairs, much to her bemusement. There, I wished I had just continued screaming out our conversation upstairs, because the professor was making some frantic calls to find out where Scott and Kurt were.
"Maybe Mystique abducted them," Evan suggested. "We could always barge over there to beat them up until they confess."
The professor placed the phone back onto the holder, and sighed. "I don't know what happened to them. I can't reach them telepathically, either. I'm receiving a dead signal."
Logan, Ororo, Evan and Jean looked worried. I exchanged nervous glances with Rogue, who looked equally harried. I suddenly got another insanity attack, because I started ranting again (overdose of aspirin, perhaps).
"I just remembered that Scott and Kurt agreed to go to the impromptu class trip thing!" I slapped my forehead, as if I forgot. "They told me to tell you, Professor, but it slipped my mind!! I'm so sorry!!" I concentrated on looking miserable.
"They didn't inform me about it, though." The professor raised his eyebrows. "Where to?"
"Because it was impromptu!" I blabbered. My palms were drenched with sweat, well aware that everyone in the room was staring at me as if I had just sprouted another head. "They're on the way to the special overnight exhibition in . . . uh. . . Toronto. But they'll be back by morning." I took a shaky breath.
"Well, if they're all right. . ." the professor looked unconvinced. "Who -"
Rogue was standing behind me, and pinched the skin on my back. I yelped out in pain, and she immediately looked at me with concern.
"Are you all right, Kitty? Did you hurt your back just now?" She turned to Logan. "Maybe Kitty should rest for now." Without waiting for a reply, she rushed me up to our room again.
"Think they'll suspect something?" I asked sorely, rubbing my back.
"Nah." Rogue checked the rather squashed bodies in the cupboard, and turned back to me, her eyes twinkling. "How did you lie just like that? It was amazing!"
I wasn't very sure it was such a great achievement to be a wonderful liar, so I didn't say anything. I merely felt so exhausted from running around lying to everyone that I just plopped on the bed, unmoving.
"I'll get some aspirin," Rogue offered, and left the room.
She's still missing. And it has been exactly twenty minutes and thirty- seven seconds since she left. I can't sleep, because even I have shocked myself in my unknown skill in lying, to the professor, of all people. I hope it doesn't become a reality.
Note to self:
Stop lying.
Stop taking aspirin (to prevent future insanity attacks).
Stop living life in denial.
Stop going to detention. No, change that to NEVER.
Stop smuggling drunken mutants into the house and in the cupboard, especially if their names happen to be Lance, Scott and Kurt. Oh, and start a ban on alcohol.
Tbc.
[A/n: That's all for now! I'll update on Thursday. Please review!!]