Jane's Story
A.K.A
Don't let me get me!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story with the exception of Jane (The Jane part not the other part I can't explain it further or I would give the story away.) The song Jubilee sings is "Don't Let Me Get Me" is by Pink I don't own that either. (Or any of the other songs) I had to change the lyrics in two places to fit the character. I apologise if this bothers anyone but one of the original versus would include an allusion to pedophilia due to the differences in age.
~…. ~ Means thoughts not spoken. This last thing should also be obvious when you read the story I know nothing about gymnastics!!!!!!!!!!!! I fudged everything in the story about them. I'm not great at accents so you have to use you imagination a bit. Last but not least R&R please and pyro's don't scare me.
This piece is dedicated to Mrs Bratina, as I promised my first published story. I know you expected a book but I am part of the E-Generation.
To my brother my thanks for helping me with the grammar. (Yes I know that is a fragmented sentence)
To all Love luck and Wishes ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Heather D. Lawless
Jubilee entered the academy's Gym; she set her small boom box on the Floor. She shed her large yellow slicker and baggy blue jeans. She stood dressed only in a pair of spandex red shorts and a tight blue tee. From a pocked of her coat she produced what appeared to be two long pieces of material. With a practiced hand she wrapped and twisted them around her hands and wrists. Satisfied that she was physically prepared she walked over to the blue mats that now lined the floor and began a simple stretching routine. Mentally preparing herself for what was to come, she thought back to how this had come to be.
Two years ago at the age of Fourteen Jubilee had left the X-men to join Generation –X at the academy. Generation –X and the academy itself owed its life to Professor Charles Xavier. It was a school in which the students where schooled not only in the usual subjects but also in how to use there unique gifts. Every student at the academy was a mutant, as where the instructors. Their powers as varied as their background. Jubilee had pyrokinetic powers, which meant that she could shot fireworks from her fingers. Paige code named Husk had the ability to shed her outer skin to reveal a new form underneath. She came from her parent's farm in Kentucky. Monet St Cross came from a rich family from a high-class neighbourhood. Her powers where flight, near invulnerability, enhanced strength, telepathy, and high intelligence. Angelo aka Skin came straight out of the hood in south central LA, his ability was dermal flexibility manipulation. The ability to manipulate 6 feet of extra skin. Everett came from St Louis and had the mutation of synchronicity the ability to synch his mutagenetic rainbow aura to the mutants near him, thus giving him the ability to use their powers for a limited time. The final student was Jonothon came from Britain his power consisted of psionic energy, ability to fire blasts of psionic energy and capability of psionic speech.
Sean was in Ireland visiting his parent's witch left Emma to run the entire school. During a recent training exercise Emma had remarked that the students where lacking in balance and grace, her solution Gymnastics. She decided that the entire student body needed to take up the sport in order to better prepare them for life as X-men. Emma's equipment had arrived earlier today and had already been installed. Tomorrow they would begin training, despite the boys grumbling.
Jubilee stood up she stepped over to the boom box and switched it on. The way she had her tape set up she had three minutes to get ready. With one final deep breath she chalked her hands and jumped grabbing the shorter of the two uneven bars.
The music Started and so did she. Slowly and unsure at first but soon fast and confident. The young girl leaped and twisted around the bars as easily as anything. She smiled throughout the routine; lasting seven minutes, and ending in a perfect landing. Lost in her own world she continued through several other routines on various equipment. As her last routine finished she stood in the middle of the gym panting.
This was part of her past, the part she hide. Her mind flashed back. She was eleven when she had finally run away from home. She didn't have what many would see as a bad life. She just couldn't shoulder the pressure anymore. ~It's like I had to live up this perfect ideal. ~ She thought to herself. ~I hated the mould I hated having to fit into it. Now I'm still in a mould it's just a different shape. ~ She was five when it all started. Her mother had enrolled her in gymnastics class. It was supposed to help her make friends and round out her activities as her mother had said. She already took piano and violin she also had a heavy interest in reading. She had excelled in the sport. She loved it, she always felt so free during her routines. By the time she was six her parents had her competing, she wasn't wild about competing. The work was fun but the pressure wasn't. She had done it though, if only to please her parents. She started in serious competition at the age of eight. Before she ran away she had heard her parents talking about Olympic training. The last competition she had been in had netted her roughly three thousand.
Tomorrow when she started gymnastics with the rest of the team she would have to pretend to be bad. To be clumsy and uncoordinated it was expected of her. She had wanted one more time, one more run though for herself first.
A.K.A
Don't let me get me!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story with the exception of Jane (The Jane part not the other part I can't explain it further or I would give the story away.) The song Jubilee sings is "Don't Let Me Get Me" is by Pink I don't own that either. (Or any of the other songs) I had to change the lyrics in two places to fit the character. I apologise if this bothers anyone but one of the original versus would include an allusion to pedophilia due to the differences in age.
~…. ~ Means thoughts not spoken. This last thing should also be obvious when you read the story I know nothing about gymnastics!!!!!!!!!!!! I fudged everything in the story about them. I'm not great at accents so you have to use you imagination a bit. Last but not least R&R please and pyro's don't scare me.
This piece is dedicated to Mrs Bratina, as I promised my first published story. I know you expected a book but I am part of the E-Generation.
To my brother my thanks for helping me with the grammar. (Yes I know that is a fragmented sentence)
To all Love luck and Wishes ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Heather D. Lawless
Jubilee entered the academy's Gym; she set her small boom box on the Floor. She shed her large yellow slicker and baggy blue jeans. She stood dressed only in a pair of spandex red shorts and a tight blue tee. From a pocked of her coat she produced what appeared to be two long pieces of material. With a practiced hand she wrapped and twisted them around her hands and wrists. Satisfied that she was physically prepared she walked over to the blue mats that now lined the floor and began a simple stretching routine. Mentally preparing herself for what was to come, she thought back to how this had come to be.
Two years ago at the age of Fourteen Jubilee had left the X-men to join Generation –X at the academy. Generation –X and the academy itself owed its life to Professor Charles Xavier. It was a school in which the students where schooled not only in the usual subjects but also in how to use there unique gifts. Every student at the academy was a mutant, as where the instructors. Their powers as varied as their background. Jubilee had pyrokinetic powers, which meant that she could shot fireworks from her fingers. Paige code named Husk had the ability to shed her outer skin to reveal a new form underneath. She came from her parent's farm in Kentucky. Monet St Cross came from a rich family from a high-class neighbourhood. Her powers where flight, near invulnerability, enhanced strength, telepathy, and high intelligence. Angelo aka Skin came straight out of the hood in south central LA, his ability was dermal flexibility manipulation. The ability to manipulate 6 feet of extra skin. Everett came from St Louis and had the mutation of synchronicity the ability to synch his mutagenetic rainbow aura to the mutants near him, thus giving him the ability to use their powers for a limited time. The final student was Jonothon came from Britain his power consisted of psionic energy, ability to fire blasts of psionic energy and capability of psionic speech.
Sean was in Ireland visiting his parent's witch left Emma to run the entire school. During a recent training exercise Emma had remarked that the students where lacking in balance and grace, her solution Gymnastics. She decided that the entire student body needed to take up the sport in order to better prepare them for life as X-men. Emma's equipment had arrived earlier today and had already been installed. Tomorrow they would begin training, despite the boys grumbling.
Jubilee stood up she stepped over to the boom box and switched it on. The way she had her tape set up she had three minutes to get ready. With one final deep breath she chalked her hands and jumped grabbing the shorter of the two uneven bars.
The music Started and so did she. Slowly and unsure at first but soon fast and confident. The young girl leaped and twisted around the bars as easily as anything. She smiled throughout the routine; lasting seven minutes, and ending in a perfect landing. Lost in her own world she continued through several other routines on various equipment. As her last routine finished she stood in the middle of the gym panting.
This was part of her past, the part she hide. Her mind flashed back. She was eleven when she had finally run away from home. She didn't have what many would see as a bad life. She just couldn't shoulder the pressure anymore. ~It's like I had to live up this perfect ideal. ~ She thought to herself. ~I hated the mould I hated having to fit into it. Now I'm still in a mould it's just a different shape. ~ She was five when it all started. Her mother had enrolled her in gymnastics class. It was supposed to help her make friends and round out her activities as her mother had said. She already took piano and violin she also had a heavy interest in reading. She had excelled in the sport. She loved it, she always felt so free during her routines. By the time she was six her parents had her competing, she wasn't wild about competing. The work was fun but the pressure wasn't. She had done it though, if only to please her parents. She started in serious competition at the age of eight. Before she ran away she had heard her parents talking about Olympic training. The last competition she had been in had netted her roughly three thousand.
Tomorrow when she started gymnastics with the rest of the team she would have to pretend to be bad. To be clumsy and uncoordinated it was expected of her. She had wanted one more time, one more run though for herself first.