Ahh shopping.
The innocent joy at snatching a shirt away from the waiting hand of another shopper, the simplicity of dodging traffic while racing through the labyrinth, or my all time fav, the breathtaking smell of overused "Ed de toilet" giving way to the fresher unwrapped electronics fragrance.
Just thinking of the afternoon was giving me goose pimples as I managed my way down stairs to the spot. The fact that I held my brand new laptop was making the day even more bright.
Not the actual carrying itself, but the knowledge that I will let my digits flex over their never before touched keys, or soon be able to gaze into the colored monitor as my web pages and letters take form. Those special moments in a girl's life is what made the 1700 dollars easier to spend.
For years I had scrimt and saved for that cash, begging grandparents, doing extra chores around the mansion, not going with the girls shopping once a month, saving birthday money, and now my sacrifice was well awarded. Now I had my very own laptop, an Intel Pentium 4 processor with 2.0 gigahurtz. I squeal with excitement, practically rushing to my spot, but of course while using utmost care not to drop my baby.
I know I know Kitty 1,700 dollars for a laptop, while you already had some laptop, why?
Why? The reason is simple, Scott has his car, Wolverine has his bike, Jean has her guys, and I have my electronic notebook. Not good enough for you? Well fine then, it like this, this piece of hardware is mine.
Its not my parents, not the professor's, not something to do with my religion, nor the x-men. Not something that Kurt can play with when bored, nor something Rogue can touch when forgetting to type a paper due in 2 hours. It wasn't excitement that at any given time could be confiscated for someone else when I'm just ready to finish up with my web-page production. "Kitty, what you want to do is a leisure activity, what Jean needs to use it for is school based." It is all mine.
Something that I have full reign over what is allowed to be stored on the memory, something that I can finally put all my true hardcore feelings in without worrying if somebody got in it and read, something where I can place pictures of Lance or Shane West without getting ridiculed by a grossed out Goth.
Besides I really like the color!
I was almost to my spot, when Kurt ported right in front of me.
"Like gosh Kurt, can you please be a tad more careful when porting, I mean I almost dropped my new laptop."
"Oh sorry Kitty, but the Scott wanted me to tell you of your assignment."
"Assignment?" Puzzled, I carefully placed my baby onto the closest stable structure away from Kurt's dexterous tail.
"Ja, the fearless leader has started a new chores detail." It amazed me that even with this new ounce of work Kurt didn't seem to mind. And that's what I found attractive about him. He didn't whine about things that happened to him, like Lance does. "But the good news is that we get a bigger allowance!"
Grinning with his pointed teeth, I could not help but join in his mirth. Besides with a bigger allowance, I can finally get the clothes that I have been dying to get for a couple years.
But that quick flash of more happiness then even I'm used to quickly faded as soon as Kurt gave me the next bit of information. "You Kitty get to clean the basement area that you love so much!"
The joy that I once felt for getting my baby was not utterly gone.
The basement?
But it was huge! Covered from corner to corner with teenager stuff, not to mention the whole secret stuff down here, storage facilities for Logan's extra training sessions, dirty clothes, old pizza cartons complete with moldy cheese, old cerebro equipment that looks like it came out of the space program, literally just junk.
"Ahh don't worry Katchan, it's only the small area that we goof off in, not any of the secret subleveles nor Logan's equipment."
Groaning, I flopped down on the couch, that "ity bity" area was still going to cut into my web page time, and then I have to go right over for an extensive danger room session with Mr. Logan.
Kurt just looked over at me, in his big yellow eyes, and in his adorable and almost cute way of his. I knew what was coming, the little fuzz ball.
"Kitty, well, if you need me to help." Yep, sure enough the blue is replaced by gold in the inside, a heart of gold to be precise.
"Gee, thanks Kurt," I gave him one of my best smiles, don't get me wrong I would love to have his help, and I love it even more that he notices that I would normally love his help. Its just that, well I'm a big girl now, that was well that was the whole point of getting my own laptop. To prove to the world that I, Katherine Pride am a grown up.
Besides, Rogue has been getting on my case about not pulling my own weight around here.
"But I think I can handle it. Its not like I've never cleaned a room before" my joke seemed to work, for he as laughing with me.
"Ja Kitty, you're cleaning styles are that of a pig. Okay, well then I'll see you at the session then. Avietsain."
Waving good bye after he ported, I looked around at me towards the daunting task set in front of me. Ever since I saw Scott cleaning the toilets the afternoon I had a bad feeling, something that just settled into the pit of my stomach and stayed their the entire trip to the stores. But it all stopped when I caught the first whiff of electronics.
Looking longingly at the perky keys and the beautiful flat screen, I began to pick up the pizza boxes lying beside it.
Icky old cheese still stuck to the roof of the bow along with the crumbly icing from the cinnamon bread that we always get. Wrinkling my nose in disgust, I quickly threw it into a waiting trashcan. You would think with all the people living here, and most of them being teenagers that we would've been given a cleaning detail earlier.
But then again, I suppose not.
This ity bity little area is ours. The upstairs is too full of the Professor's old junk and way too expensive for the kids of the household to mess around with. Old pottery from distant lands, distinct awards for being a brilliant mind covered the walls and expensive leather finished off the look of rich old bachelor.
Let's face it, this place isn't exactly ready for the likes of us.
That's why we all take great pains in decorating our areas, our sanctuary's from the others, our little places of us. I myself decorate everything with stuffed animals, poster of hunks and of course electronic magnifies. These things effect that I am inside just as any laptop could. I love cute chunks of yummy guys prolly even more then I could safely admit in front of Rogue. And yes, I have more on the brain then chocolate and cute guys, such as the new digital processors and RAM capabilities of the XP 200. And yes! I still decorate with stuffed animals, I know I know very kindergarten, but they remind me of home and when I wasn't different from my cousins and friends back home. Besides, Rogue hates them!
Grinning evilly to myself I started looking for a dust rag, but opted for one of Jean's old scarves instead.
This place was us. We each added some of our own flavor into the surroundings. It had great lightening with hidden shadows, which I'm not sure, if it was designed by Rogue or Jean for one of her many . interests. Kurt had huge pillows placed everywhere for "easy landing" and well I added the collection of movies and DVD's to the pitiful little stack that Scott brought with him. He knows his music, but when it comes to movies..
This area here was more of a bigger kid's area, for the newbie's have officially taken over the upstairs for some weird pastime activities. Either that or they heard the Logan didn't like heights.
Remembering that little fib Evan had created was making me burst out loud.
If I wasn't the only one down here, people would start wondering about me.
And that's the best part of being where I am now, age wise. I can still pretend to be a little girl with stuffed animals covering my light blue sheets and having conversations with myself and still try to convince everybody, including myself, that I really am a sophisticated adult. But you know what, it doesn't matter if I succeed or fail miserably, for all my group mates will care for me, and offer to help me cleaning an ity bity room or even take me shopping once in a while.
The innocent joy at snatching a shirt away from the waiting hand of another shopper, the simplicity of dodging traffic while racing through the labyrinth, or my all time fav, the breathtaking smell of overused "Ed de toilet" giving way to the fresher unwrapped electronics fragrance.
Just thinking of the afternoon was giving me goose pimples as I managed my way down stairs to the spot. The fact that I held my brand new laptop was making the day even more bright.
Not the actual carrying itself, but the knowledge that I will let my digits flex over their never before touched keys, or soon be able to gaze into the colored monitor as my web pages and letters take form. Those special moments in a girl's life is what made the 1700 dollars easier to spend.
For years I had scrimt and saved for that cash, begging grandparents, doing extra chores around the mansion, not going with the girls shopping once a month, saving birthday money, and now my sacrifice was well awarded. Now I had my very own laptop, an Intel Pentium 4 processor with 2.0 gigahurtz. I squeal with excitement, practically rushing to my spot, but of course while using utmost care not to drop my baby.
I know I know Kitty 1,700 dollars for a laptop, while you already had some laptop, why?
Why? The reason is simple, Scott has his car, Wolverine has his bike, Jean has her guys, and I have my electronic notebook. Not good enough for you? Well fine then, it like this, this piece of hardware is mine.
Its not my parents, not the professor's, not something to do with my religion, nor the x-men. Not something that Kurt can play with when bored, nor something Rogue can touch when forgetting to type a paper due in 2 hours. It wasn't excitement that at any given time could be confiscated for someone else when I'm just ready to finish up with my web-page production. "Kitty, what you want to do is a leisure activity, what Jean needs to use it for is school based." It is all mine.
Something that I have full reign over what is allowed to be stored on the memory, something that I can finally put all my true hardcore feelings in without worrying if somebody got in it and read, something where I can place pictures of Lance or Shane West without getting ridiculed by a grossed out Goth.
Besides I really like the color!
I was almost to my spot, when Kurt ported right in front of me.
"Like gosh Kurt, can you please be a tad more careful when porting, I mean I almost dropped my new laptop."
"Oh sorry Kitty, but the Scott wanted me to tell you of your assignment."
"Assignment?" Puzzled, I carefully placed my baby onto the closest stable structure away from Kurt's dexterous tail.
"Ja, the fearless leader has started a new chores detail." It amazed me that even with this new ounce of work Kurt didn't seem to mind. And that's what I found attractive about him. He didn't whine about things that happened to him, like Lance does. "But the good news is that we get a bigger allowance!"
Grinning with his pointed teeth, I could not help but join in his mirth. Besides with a bigger allowance, I can finally get the clothes that I have been dying to get for a couple years.
But that quick flash of more happiness then even I'm used to quickly faded as soon as Kurt gave me the next bit of information. "You Kitty get to clean the basement area that you love so much!"
The joy that I once felt for getting my baby was not utterly gone.
The basement?
But it was huge! Covered from corner to corner with teenager stuff, not to mention the whole secret stuff down here, storage facilities for Logan's extra training sessions, dirty clothes, old pizza cartons complete with moldy cheese, old cerebro equipment that looks like it came out of the space program, literally just junk.
"Ahh don't worry Katchan, it's only the small area that we goof off in, not any of the secret subleveles nor Logan's equipment."
Groaning, I flopped down on the couch, that "ity bity" area was still going to cut into my web page time, and then I have to go right over for an extensive danger room session with Mr. Logan.
Kurt just looked over at me, in his big yellow eyes, and in his adorable and almost cute way of his. I knew what was coming, the little fuzz ball.
"Kitty, well, if you need me to help." Yep, sure enough the blue is replaced by gold in the inside, a heart of gold to be precise.
"Gee, thanks Kurt," I gave him one of my best smiles, don't get me wrong I would love to have his help, and I love it even more that he notices that I would normally love his help. Its just that, well I'm a big girl now, that was well that was the whole point of getting my own laptop. To prove to the world that I, Katherine Pride am a grown up.
Besides, Rogue has been getting on my case about not pulling my own weight around here.
"But I think I can handle it. Its not like I've never cleaned a room before" my joke seemed to work, for he as laughing with me.
"Ja Kitty, you're cleaning styles are that of a pig. Okay, well then I'll see you at the session then. Avietsain."
Waving good bye after he ported, I looked around at me towards the daunting task set in front of me. Ever since I saw Scott cleaning the toilets the afternoon I had a bad feeling, something that just settled into the pit of my stomach and stayed their the entire trip to the stores. But it all stopped when I caught the first whiff of electronics.
Looking longingly at the perky keys and the beautiful flat screen, I began to pick up the pizza boxes lying beside it.
Icky old cheese still stuck to the roof of the bow along with the crumbly icing from the cinnamon bread that we always get. Wrinkling my nose in disgust, I quickly threw it into a waiting trashcan. You would think with all the people living here, and most of them being teenagers that we would've been given a cleaning detail earlier.
But then again, I suppose not.
This ity bity little area is ours. The upstairs is too full of the Professor's old junk and way too expensive for the kids of the household to mess around with. Old pottery from distant lands, distinct awards for being a brilliant mind covered the walls and expensive leather finished off the look of rich old bachelor.
Let's face it, this place isn't exactly ready for the likes of us.
That's why we all take great pains in decorating our areas, our sanctuary's from the others, our little places of us. I myself decorate everything with stuffed animals, poster of hunks and of course electronic magnifies. These things effect that I am inside just as any laptop could. I love cute chunks of yummy guys prolly even more then I could safely admit in front of Rogue. And yes, I have more on the brain then chocolate and cute guys, such as the new digital processors and RAM capabilities of the XP 200. And yes! I still decorate with stuffed animals, I know I know very kindergarten, but they remind me of home and when I wasn't different from my cousins and friends back home. Besides, Rogue hates them!
Grinning evilly to myself I started looking for a dust rag, but opted for one of Jean's old scarves instead.
This place was us. We each added some of our own flavor into the surroundings. It had great lightening with hidden shadows, which I'm not sure, if it was designed by Rogue or Jean for one of her many . interests. Kurt had huge pillows placed everywhere for "easy landing" and well I added the collection of movies and DVD's to the pitiful little stack that Scott brought with him. He knows his music, but when it comes to movies..
This area here was more of a bigger kid's area, for the newbie's have officially taken over the upstairs for some weird pastime activities. Either that or they heard the Logan didn't like heights.
Remembering that little fib Evan had created was making me burst out loud.
If I wasn't the only one down here, people would start wondering about me.
And that's the best part of being where I am now, age wise. I can still pretend to be a little girl with stuffed animals covering my light blue sheets and having conversations with myself and still try to convince everybody, including myself, that I really am a sophisticated adult. But you know what, it doesn't matter if I succeed or fail miserably, for all my group mates will care for me, and offer to help me cleaning an ity bity room or even take me shopping once in a while.