Sorry I haven't updated in a while, here's chapter 5, hope you like it. Please review, thank you everyone who already has.

Oh yeah, I'll need to put up another Disclaimer. I own Sarah, Angel, and Angel's way of talking. I don't own anything you may remotely recognize from the movies.

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Sarah stood outside the classroom, starring at the door and wondering why she had let the adults talk her into this. Going through that doorway was harder for her then letting herself be strapped into the press. The rest of the students were in there already, as far as Sarah knew. But still she just cursed herself over and over for promising the professor she would do this.

"You gonna lemme in, or jus look at the door all day?" came a voice behind her. Startled Sarah spun around and saw a teen, no older then her, standing behind her with an amused expression on her face. She was tall and skinny with bright pink spiked hair that stood about a foot high. Her eyebrow and lower lip was pierced, and she wore a leather vest and a spike collar. Her wrists also had spike bracelets and a good number of other bracelets on them, and each finger supported a couple of rings. Her baggy pants had multiple chains of various sizes hanging from them, and a large gold cross hung on another chain around the girl's neck. Her heavy black boots thumped on the floor in mock hurry, while her purple eyes looked Sarah over.

"Uh, sorry," Sarah mumbled, moving aside. But the girl just looked at her.

"You new here?" she asked. Sarah nodded, wishing the girl would just leave her alone. She had promised she would take classes, she never said anything about meeting other kids. The girl stared at her unblinkingly, then laughed.

"Ya look as scared as a chicken in front of a hungry fox, girl. What's your name?"

"Sarah."

"Methinks you don't want to meet anyone?" Sarah nodded, then decided going in the classroom was better than this. But the girl grabbed her arm, revealing black nails with skulls painted on them and an arm full of tattoos. "Wait, my name's Angel. You wanna have lunch or somethin?" Sarah wondered how in the world thins girl got the name Angel, but to her surprise she found herself nodded. Angel laughed, and without another word she marched through the door.

Sarah followed her, and to her relief only four or five of the twenty teens in the room looked up at Sarah, but then they just looked back up at the chalk board or returned to whispered conversations with their friends.

Sarah took a back seat, hoping to not be noticed or talked to until the teacher came in. She looked around at the classroom, carefully avoiding anyone's eye. Then Storm walked in, smiled at the class, and promptly began the lesson. It was about Greek Mythology, which had never interested Sarah that much. But by pretending to be hanging on every word she didn't have to looked at anyone else or risk being dragged into a whisper conversation.

After class Sarah pretended to be finishing notes while the other kids left, but when she looked up she saw Angel waiting by the door for her.

"Common slow poke!" she called. "Methinks we are getting to Motor class late." Storm smiled as she watched Sarah reluctantly get up and walk out beside Angel.

"What's motor class?" Sarah asked as the two walked down the hall. "And how do you know I have it with you?" Angel laughed.

"You a funny gurl," she said. "Big X told me ta watch out for you, so ya goin ta my classes. Motor class is with Cye, we all listen ta him brag 'bout his motor cycle for forty minuets." Sarah wondered why someone had told Angel to 'watch out' for her, then why this girl talked like she did. It wasn't any accent really, maybe a mixture of southern and something else, but she didn't talk like the teens in New York or other large cities, though she looked like she could be from one of them.

They arrived at the mansion's garage, where Scott was waiting for them. He briefly wondered how Sarah had gotten into Angel's company, though he had heard the professor was going to assign a teen Sarah's age to show her around. Then he started the lesson, and Sarah watched him intently, as she had done with Storm, to avoid any more social meetings during the class.

At lunch Angel sat down next to Sarah, talking about the classes and what was interesting and 'jus plain dumb' about each. Sarah ate her salad quietly, not talking much except a grunt or shrug. Angel looked at her after a while.

"Wots your problem?" she asked. Sarah looked up, but Angel was smiling. "Ya haven't said a word since between Thunder and Cye's classes. You ok?" Sarah nodded but Angel stared at her until she gave her a real answer.

"Mutation problems," Sarah grunted. Angel seemed to accept that, but didn't drop the subject.

"What's your mutation anyway?" she asked. Sarah looked at her, then, slowly, let her claws slide out into the open. Angel whistled and Sarah, not wanting many people to know about them, retracted them immediately. "Neat! Gurl, you jus like Wolvie! Do you have a codename?" Sarah shook her head, and Angel thought for a moment.

"Can't be Wolvie Girl, that's taken at times when Logan gets upset. What about Tigris?" Sarah shrugged, but Angel seemed to have made up her mind. "Yeah, that'll be your cn, Tigris."

"Thanks," Sarah muttered. "So what's your mutation?" Angel laughed.

"I fly," she replied. "I'm the worse angel ya'll ever see."

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Well, just had to introduce Angel. Hoped you like her, and FYI, she doesn't smoke or drink. She looks like a punk (especially the hair, giggle giggle.) but she has the heart of her name. Please review, thanks for reading, have a nice day.