I have an exam tomorrow . . . thought I'd de-stress by writing the 19th
entry. =)
Okay, it's thank the reviewers time! *cheers* MeL, Eileen, flitwicke, Red Witch, todd fan, Aphrodite, What?! (I'm not sure if this is a review, but nvm. . . sorry I don't think this is going to turn out to be a Rietro), amerase, InterNutter (poor Logan! Hehe), candice, klucky, and evolutionary spider.
Disclaimer: I don't own x men evolution.
Entry 19
I'm in trouble. Big trouble.
Logan arrived with the professor at the station today. They did _not_ look happy. Why? To pay my bail, of course. Apparently, I'm too young to be imprisoned, or charged in court, so they're letting me off this time round (the police, not Logan and the professor). They had to pay the cabbie quite a heathy sum of compensation, I believe.
The moment they stepped into the room, I knew it was going to be bad. Logan was looking murderous, and the professor looked worried. He was quite obviously thinking that I had finally lost it, and would have to be transferred from his institute to the Institute for the Mentally Retarded (otherwise known as an asylum). Perhaps it was the stress I obtained from sleeping on the concrete floor all night, pondering whether I should have just phased out of the cell. Glancing at Logan's expression, I was torn between following them out and staying at the station. Not that I had a choice.
When we reached the Institute, I had to bear with three whole hours of lecturing by the professor, Logan, and Ororo. Stuff like, "We're so disappointed in you, Kitty," and all that. I was finally released after a very pissed Logan told me that I was grounded for eternity. The professor hurriedly amended that to a month, giving him a warning look.
Then Rogue came up to me, and I was surprised that she didn't look like she was going to bite my head off. She just greeted me in a normal fashion, and told me that my homework, together with a letter from Lance, was already delivered to my room. I thanked her bemusedly, and headed upstairs, wondering why she hadn't thrown a fit. It was only when I reached the top of the stairs when I realized why.
That Remy guy was in the Institute. Living and breathing. I gaped like a goldfish at him, and he just shot me another one of his charming smiles. He extended a hand, and greeted me in his weird accent. I shook his outstretched hand dazedly, while he told me that the professor had taken him in last night. With a final grin, he headed off.
Now I'm in my room, still shell-shocked. I think things have been happening too fast, and my weak heart won't be able to take more much longer. I need a vacation, and quickly. The letter from Lance was no help. Copied exactly as follows:
Dear Kitty,
Where were you today? I heard the most bizarre thing - Rogue said that you were in jail! For doing what? I've been there before, it's not that bad once you get used to it. Sleeping on concrete actually improves your back, or so one of the wardens said. Very nice guy; we chatted for hours. He supports Manchester United, and has the whole collection of David Beckham figurines. He even brought some for me to look at.
Thank you for your nice birthday present. Rogue passed it to me today. I must admit, that fluffy hamster is cute when you get used to it. It is, however, very fond of biting my fingers. Todd enjoys letting his pet frog play with it. They seem to be floating in the tub right now.
Good news! I tripped Summers up today! He was walking next to his present infatuation, Jean Grey, when I let a nice little tremor run through to them. The splash into the ecology pond was more than satisfying. Wish you had been there to see it. It was hilarious.
Okay, I have to go. Rogue is snapping at me to hurry up so she can rush home for something. She's all flustered. Very interesting.
Hope you get out of jail soon,
Lance
PS: Are hamsters actually supposed to _eat_ flies?
Oh, Lord. How could Rogue do this to me??? I mean, I appreciate the effort in getting him a birthday present on my behalf, but really. I don't even want to imagine what the hamster's doing right now. It's all too morbid.
Okay. I'm going downstairs to find out how Remy got here. Is he a mutant, too? Oh, and at the same time, I can kill Rogue. Two birds with one stone, right? Right.
Things to do:
Kill Rogue.
Take the hamster back.
Avoid Logan at all costs.
KILL ROGUE!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh, crap. Where did Pepper go?
TBC. . .
[A/n: Okie. I'm ready to face exams. *nervous laugh* Will study now. Pls review!]
Okay, it's thank the reviewers time! *cheers* MeL, Eileen, flitwicke, Red Witch, todd fan, Aphrodite, What?! (I'm not sure if this is a review, but nvm. . . sorry I don't think this is going to turn out to be a Rietro), amerase, InterNutter (poor Logan! Hehe), candice, klucky, and evolutionary spider.
Disclaimer: I don't own x men evolution.
Entry 19
I'm in trouble. Big trouble.
Logan arrived with the professor at the station today. They did _not_ look happy. Why? To pay my bail, of course. Apparently, I'm too young to be imprisoned, or charged in court, so they're letting me off this time round (the police, not Logan and the professor). They had to pay the cabbie quite a heathy sum of compensation, I believe.
The moment they stepped into the room, I knew it was going to be bad. Logan was looking murderous, and the professor looked worried. He was quite obviously thinking that I had finally lost it, and would have to be transferred from his institute to the Institute for the Mentally Retarded (otherwise known as an asylum). Perhaps it was the stress I obtained from sleeping on the concrete floor all night, pondering whether I should have just phased out of the cell. Glancing at Logan's expression, I was torn between following them out and staying at the station. Not that I had a choice.
When we reached the Institute, I had to bear with three whole hours of lecturing by the professor, Logan, and Ororo. Stuff like, "We're so disappointed in you, Kitty," and all that. I was finally released after a very pissed Logan told me that I was grounded for eternity. The professor hurriedly amended that to a month, giving him a warning look.
Then Rogue came up to me, and I was surprised that she didn't look like she was going to bite my head off. She just greeted me in a normal fashion, and told me that my homework, together with a letter from Lance, was already delivered to my room. I thanked her bemusedly, and headed upstairs, wondering why she hadn't thrown a fit. It was only when I reached the top of the stairs when I realized why.
That Remy guy was in the Institute. Living and breathing. I gaped like a goldfish at him, and he just shot me another one of his charming smiles. He extended a hand, and greeted me in his weird accent. I shook his outstretched hand dazedly, while he told me that the professor had taken him in last night. With a final grin, he headed off.
Now I'm in my room, still shell-shocked. I think things have been happening too fast, and my weak heart won't be able to take more much longer. I need a vacation, and quickly. The letter from Lance was no help. Copied exactly as follows:
Dear Kitty,
Where were you today? I heard the most bizarre thing - Rogue said that you were in jail! For doing what? I've been there before, it's not that bad once you get used to it. Sleeping on concrete actually improves your back, or so one of the wardens said. Very nice guy; we chatted for hours. He supports Manchester United, and has the whole collection of David Beckham figurines. He even brought some for me to look at.
Thank you for your nice birthday present. Rogue passed it to me today. I must admit, that fluffy hamster is cute when you get used to it. It is, however, very fond of biting my fingers. Todd enjoys letting his pet frog play with it. They seem to be floating in the tub right now.
Good news! I tripped Summers up today! He was walking next to his present infatuation, Jean Grey, when I let a nice little tremor run through to them. The splash into the ecology pond was more than satisfying. Wish you had been there to see it. It was hilarious.
Okay, I have to go. Rogue is snapping at me to hurry up so she can rush home for something. She's all flustered. Very interesting.
Hope you get out of jail soon,
Lance
PS: Are hamsters actually supposed to _eat_ flies?
Oh, Lord. How could Rogue do this to me??? I mean, I appreciate the effort in getting him a birthday present on my behalf, but really. I don't even want to imagine what the hamster's doing right now. It's all too morbid.
Okay. I'm going downstairs to find out how Remy got here. Is he a mutant, too? Oh, and at the same time, I can kill Rogue. Two birds with one stone, right? Right.
Things to do:
Kill Rogue.
Take the hamster back.
Avoid Logan at all costs.
KILL ROGUE!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh, crap. Where did Pepper go?
TBC. . .
[A/n: Okie. I'm ready to face exams. *nervous laugh* Will study now. Pls review!]