Disclaimer-X-Men: Evolution isn't mine

Note-Forgot to mention that Kurt, Rogue, Pietro, and Wanda don't know about their family situation yet. Sorry.

The Journal

"I dun now whi I haf to writ this. Prof. X sez it'll help my Inglish. It dun matter. I plan on going hom soon," Kurt wrote in his journal. "Inglish is ridiculus. 'E' at the end maks a vowel long, but somtims not. 'Ai' makes a long 'A', even wen it maks an 'I' sound in the rest of the world. I dun no what maks Inglish so speshul. These Amerikans are stuck-up. The only good thing here is my sis."

Kurt shoved his journal inbetween the mattresses. He knew his journal would be riddled with spelling errors that people with a 3rd-grade education would be ashamed of, and quite frankly, he didn't care. As soon as he could, he was going to get on a plane to Germany and leave this country and it's segregated rules behind.

The only thing he really enjoyed here was knowing that he had blood family. Though it was weird that they found two different types of DNA in Rogue and his blood. That meant they either shared a mother or a father, but one of their parents was different.

Oh well, who cared? Half-siblings or not, they were blood. It was nice to know you weren't alone in the world.

He kicked back on his bed and stared at the ceiling, wondering if anymore of his family would suddenly pop up. And speaking of family…

Where was she? She hadn't been on the bus, nor had she called to say she would be late.

His answers were soon in coming, as his door slammed shut and Rogue stepped in.

"What happened?" he said.

"Oprah called you a freak and a dyslexic. I beat her up and for my troubles got detention AND ISS (#1)."

"Oh." Normally, he tried not to care what other people said about him, but it hurt nonetheless. He grinned evilly. "She's just bad-tempered because everyone's realizing that she stuffs her bra."

"Ooh, what happened to my sweet brother?" she asked, sitting down. "That ain't like you."

"What can say I…I say," Kurt corrected himself. "Man, Oprah may have been right…"

"Don't pay attention to what comes out of her mouth. You ain't dyslexic and you ain't a freak."

"Words with such empathy."

"Shut up. You quotin' someone?"

"Nope."

"'Empathy' your word of the day?"

"Yep."

"You retarded?"

"Nope." Kurt hit her with a pillow.

She laughed. "Hey, saw you checkin' out that little number waz-her-name…Amanda Sefton?"

"So? We all know you want Remy."

"Correction, we all know Remy wants ME."

"Sure, sure…"

"I'll pull off the gloves," Rogue threatened jokingly.

"So? Maybe you can figure out who our mother/father is from my memories."

"How do you manage to do that?"

"Do what?"

"Put down all my threats and insults in the most aggravatin' of ways?"

"A gift."

"You're annoying."

"Why?"

"'Cause you are."

"Why?"

"Shut up."

"Why?"

"Why not?"

Kurt paused.

"Ha, gotchu!" Rogue crowed triumphantly.

Kurt hit her with a pillow again.

"So…anythin' gonna come out of you and your little crush on Amanda?"

"Are you kidding? Her rich anti-mutant parents and their little princess live in their own little world. And I'm just a fuzzy mutant dude on the outside looking in."

"'Dude'? And please. Amanda's in my math class. She ain't nothing like her stuck-up holier-than-thou parents."

"It don't matter, anyway. I'm going back to Germany."

"And leavin' me here? Really, Kurt, I'm 'shamed of ya!"

"I'm takin' you with me."

"Haha, that's a good one. I'm flunking German." Rogue got up and went to the door. "I gotta go. Just remember not to make me an aunty prematurely, OK?"

Kurt threw his pillow at her. She laughed and shut the door.

Kurt reached under his mattress and picked up his journal.

"I fownd out todae that my sis is not all thear in the hed. But she's kool any-way."

A tall woman of blue coloring dressed in ragged clothing stood on the outskirts of Bayville.

'Kurt…Marie…I'm coming for you…'

#1-In School Suspension

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