A/N: WOW, u guys really like me! T_T and here I was never updating cuz no one was even reading my fics….::tears stream down face:: I'll do it! I'll finish this fic for all u peeps out there! Plus, I know how u guys feel when no one updates fics…so here I go!...now if only I remember what I was doing…-_-;;

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I took out Tabitha, cuz well, she's not really a constant character. I changed ch2 for those who have already read this far. If u're brand new 2 this fic, then u don't need to know this…^^;;

          In the morning, the mutants headed off to school, or whatever was left of them after last night's incident. Remy, however stayed behind to be briefed by Mystique.

          "Hold up," Remy interrupted. He had woken up at 6 in the morning and was not all too happy about it. It was taking some time to process the information that was being given to him. "You want Remy t' go t' a mansion that has a security system that could rival the pentagon, two telepaths, a weather witch, a homme with claws that can through anyt'ing and a hyperactive sense of smell and 12 other mutants with who knows what powers, just to look around?"

          Mystique was getting frustrated.

          "For the last time, it's not to look around. It's to see what new information Xavier has accumulated since the destruction of the old mansion. I want to see what new goodies he has put in the new mansion." Mystique said for the ump-teenth time this morning. "Seeing that the mansion is still under construction; it's a perfect opportunity. Are you still interested?"

          "Remy always liked a challenge." Remy replied. He'd handled psychics and security systems before and he could easily overcome almost any other mutant, but the hyperactive smell might be difficult to get by. He would have to think of a solution to that when he was more awake.

          "Good. Essex was right about you." Mystique said. Remy instantly froze at the sound of that name. Sinister, Remy thought, Better not think about that right now, Remy, you've got more import'nt t'ings t' worry about. With that he gathered the rest of his belongings to head off to school. Then Mystique mentally added, This is only a test, Remy LeBeau; to see how much you're really capable of. And if my trust in you is stable, you'll have much to do. Until then, I'll be watching you carefully, and headed to school as Risty.

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          "Where'd Ah put ma darn gloves?" Rogue screamed. The rest of the students at Xavier's School for the Gifted were growing impatient, waiting for Rogue downstairs.

          "Come on Rogue, we don't want to be late for school," said Jean who so happened to be the most perfect person in the universe. She was pretty, popular and liked by everyone, except Rogue.

          "Oh we couldn't let that happen now could we, Miss. Popularity," Rogue muttered under her breath. It wasn't like her to loose her gloves so easily. She had lots of pairs of gloves lying around. Actually, she was now only had two. All the fights training simulations wrecked havoc on her gloves and not to mention when she absorbed Sabertooth. She had ruined an entire outfit absorbing him. She probably left them all around the institute. Ugh, Rogue thought, how could I be so careless about my gloves? Ah knew Ah should've gone shopping wit' Kitty, Jean and Jubilee t' git more gloves. Wait, Ah'd rather die than go shopping wit' them two again. She thought back to the first and last time she went with them. She immediately shuddered and pushed the thought out of her head.

"Come on, I don't think one day without them will hurt anyone. Just keep them in your pockets and you'll be fine." Evan complained. Try sayin' that again afta' bein' in a coma fer a week. Rogue thought in response.

          "Yah Rogue, one more tardy and I'll have a week of detention." Kurt said.

          "Like, seriously Rogue," Kitty began, "The others have already gone ahead with Scott." Ugh, Rogue moaned inwardly, What Ah'd give to git rid of these pow'rs fer just ONE day. After one more defeated attempt to search for them, Rogue gave up and put on a jacket that was long enough to cover her hands and went down to join the others. Good thing the weather was getting cooler, because today was just not Rogue's day. 

Luckily they all arrived at school on time; at least most of them.

          "Rogue, late again I see." Ms. Holt.

          "I'm sorry Ms. Holt. I wasn't havin' a good mornin' today," Rogue responded.

          "Well you can say sorry to Mr. Linder in detention this afternoon," she said as she handed Rogue a detention slip.

          Aw man! Just what ah need, a detention to start off mah mornin', Rogue thought as she entered her French class and took her seat in the most unpopulated corner in the classroom. This day can't get anymore worse than this. She immediately regretted the words. Whenever anyone ever says that it can't get anymore worse than the current situation, it always does. She frowned as she reached into her bag and pulled out her books as Ms. Holt began the lesson. Rogue began to doodle a random anime person in the margin of her paper. She couldn't understand how no on else at the mansion didn't like or even know anime existed, asides from the ones on Toonami. (A/N: if u can't tell I LOVE anime ^.~)

          While she was doodling she heard two girls giggling in front of her. As she listened more carefully, she heard:

          "Have you seen that new student?"

          "You mean that new French guy?"

          "Yeah, he is like so totally hot!"

          "Oh my gosh, I've heard like all my best girlfriends tell me about him, but i haven't seen him yet!"

          "I hope he's in one of my classes."

          Rogue discontinued her listening and rolled her eyes as she started to draw the hair of the frowning anime face. Guys an' shoppin'. Sheesh that's all these girls talk 'bout. Don't they evah care 'bout the troubles that are out in this w'rld? Rogue said to herself.

          The teacher continued on with the lesson until there was a knock on the door. Rogue looked up and saw that it was Principal Kelly. Rogue shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She always got that feeling when she was around him, not because he had authority over her, but it was an odd unsettling feeling she got in her gut. Mrs. Holt left the classroom to talk with Kelly. Immediately, there was a stirring in the classroom, wondering the reason of Principal Kelly's visit.

A/N: ok, not exactly interesting, but oh well, I was kina pressed by time to do this…--; sigh, I hope I can do better w/ the other chapters of this fic.