AN/ I know its been done before but I liked the idea of Psylocke coming to
Bayville so much that I just had to try it out. Tell me if I should
continue. REVIEW!!/
Elizabeth Braddock stepped out of the long, black limousine and onto the freshly paved sidewalk, hoisting her backpack over her shoulders. She brushed a stray piece of silky black hair out of her eyes and took a moment to observe her new school, Bayville High.
"Ms. Braddock, the limousine driver Chauncey said, rolling down the opaque window. "you might want to hurry. Twouldn't be right to be late on the first day of school."
"It's not the first day of school Chauncey, just mine." She still thought it ridiculous that just because of he adoptive father's stupid job, she had leave her old, private school and start all over in the middle of the school year.
"Well still, hurry." The limousine pulled off.
Betsy sighed and began to walk at a brisk pace towards the entrance. She held her head down, hoping to avoid the attention that the dark red tattoo that ran down her left eye.
"Hey, who are you?" A freshman boy jogged up to her, not recognizing her. Betsy pushed her way through the double doors.
She looked around briefly once inside. There were some trophies in a case in the lobby and a million staircases.
She had no idea where the office was.
A group of girls suddenly pushed past her.
"Ex-excuse me," Betsy called out. "Do you know where the office is?"
The girls got one quick look at her and laughed. "Uh, yeah. Take a right once you reach the end of that hallway and it'll be the second door down. Don't worry if it doesn't look like an office because it really is."
"OK." Betsy strode down the bulletin-littered hallway that the girls had pointed out to her. Taking a right, she reached the second door down. At the end of the hallway was the Gymnasium. The girls were right. It didn't look anything like a school office. Oh well.
She pushed the door open and instantly knew that something was wrong. This was the boy's locker room, full of guys in towels staring at her like she had three heads.
She tried to come up with something to say but it felt like her mouth was made of cotton.
"Are you lost?" The question came from the only guy wearing school clothes and sunglasses.
"Um, they told me.I mean, I thought this was the school office."
The guys were obviously either not buying it or too shocked to respond so Betsy reluctantly called upon her telepathic powers, erasing the short-term memory of everyone. But when she got to the guy with the sunglasses, it was like running against a brick wall. A mind block?
"What the-" Scott Summers started when he realized that this girl had just tried to wipe his mind. He didn't get to ask her about it though because she rushed out of the door.
"And I'm telling you, Jean, she had a red tattoo of a scar or something running down her left eye and she was a telepath. She tied to sweep my mind clean. Would have too if not for my mental shields."
"Another telepath here at Bayville?"
"Yeah." Scott increased his pace even more as he and Jean walked towards the Pre-Calculus class they shared. "I've never seen her before at the school." Scott paused. "She said something about the school office."
Jean frowned. "If there were another telepath at school, I think I'd know it."
"Maybe she shields herself real well."
They walked into the class, Jean taking a seat in the front row and Scott in the seat behind her. The Professor would definitely want to hear this.
".and about the tattoo on your left eye." Ms. Darkholme, the principal went on. "It is in strict violation of this educational facility's dress code."
"It's also permanent so there's not much I can do about it."
"I see." Ms. Darkholme pursed her lips. "Well, I must admit that it is rather unusual for a student to come in the middle of the school year. However, your academic records are impeccable."
"OK."
"Do you think you will have any trouble fitting in?"
"You mean with the tattoo?"
"I mean period."
Betsy shrugged.
Ms. Darkholme stood up. "Well, I suppose I'd better let you choose your non- academic classes now. You'll be placed in the higher-level classes for all the academics because of your grades. In the future, you can talk to Mrs. Stadler, the Guidance Counselor if you have any problems. Hopefully, you won't need to visit her often. That will be all."
Elizabeth Braddock stepped out of the long, black limousine and onto the freshly paved sidewalk, hoisting her backpack over her shoulders. She brushed a stray piece of silky black hair out of her eyes and took a moment to observe her new school, Bayville High.
"Ms. Braddock, the limousine driver Chauncey said, rolling down the opaque window. "you might want to hurry. Twouldn't be right to be late on the first day of school."
"It's not the first day of school Chauncey, just mine." She still thought it ridiculous that just because of he adoptive father's stupid job, she had leave her old, private school and start all over in the middle of the school year.
"Well still, hurry." The limousine pulled off.
Betsy sighed and began to walk at a brisk pace towards the entrance. She held her head down, hoping to avoid the attention that the dark red tattoo that ran down her left eye.
"Hey, who are you?" A freshman boy jogged up to her, not recognizing her. Betsy pushed her way through the double doors.
She looked around briefly once inside. There were some trophies in a case in the lobby and a million staircases.
She had no idea where the office was.
A group of girls suddenly pushed past her.
"Ex-excuse me," Betsy called out. "Do you know where the office is?"
The girls got one quick look at her and laughed. "Uh, yeah. Take a right once you reach the end of that hallway and it'll be the second door down. Don't worry if it doesn't look like an office because it really is."
"OK." Betsy strode down the bulletin-littered hallway that the girls had pointed out to her. Taking a right, she reached the second door down. At the end of the hallway was the Gymnasium. The girls were right. It didn't look anything like a school office. Oh well.
She pushed the door open and instantly knew that something was wrong. This was the boy's locker room, full of guys in towels staring at her like she had three heads.
She tried to come up with something to say but it felt like her mouth was made of cotton.
"Are you lost?" The question came from the only guy wearing school clothes and sunglasses.
"Um, they told me.I mean, I thought this was the school office."
The guys were obviously either not buying it or too shocked to respond so Betsy reluctantly called upon her telepathic powers, erasing the short-term memory of everyone. But when she got to the guy with the sunglasses, it was like running against a brick wall. A mind block?
"What the-" Scott Summers started when he realized that this girl had just tried to wipe his mind. He didn't get to ask her about it though because she rushed out of the door.
"And I'm telling you, Jean, she had a red tattoo of a scar or something running down her left eye and she was a telepath. She tied to sweep my mind clean. Would have too if not for my mental shields."
"Another telepath here at Bayville?"
"Yeah." Scott increased his pace even more as he and Jean walked towards the Pre-Calculus class they shared. "I've never seen her before at the school." Scott paused. "She said something about the school office."
Jean frowned. "If there were another telepath at school, I think I'd know it."
"Maybe she shields herself real well."
They walked into the class, Jean taking a seat in the front row and Scott in the seat behind her. The Professor would definitely want to hear this.
".and about the tattoo on your left eye." Ms. Darkholme, the principal went on. "It is in strict violation of this educational facility's dress code."
"It's also permanent so there's not much I can do about it."
"I see." Ms. Darkholme pursed her lips. "Well, I must admit that it is rather unusual for a student to come in the middle of the school year. However, your academic records are impeccable."
"OK."
"Do you think you will have any trouble fitting in?"
"You mean with the tattoo?"
"I mean period."
Betsy shrugged.
Ms. Darkholme stood up. "Well, I suppose I'd better let you choose your non- academic classes now. You'll be placed in the higher-level classes for all the academics because of your grades. In the future, you can talk to Mrs. Stadler, the Guidance Counselor if you have any problems. Hopefully, you won't need to visit her often. That will be all."