Poe Note- For those of you that are confused, I write out character accents. Just read out loud what they are saying, and if enough of you really can't understand them, I'll put a little translation guide at the end of the chapter. Kapish? On with the story!

Everything was on plates and platters in the kitchen at 6:45 PM. My hair was pulled back and with a safari print apron around my front, I had made everything- grilled burgers,grilled ribs, grilled swordfish (I was right about it being in the fridge), grilled corn, my world- famous steamed garlic green beans, baked beans, baked potatoes, Mexican arroz con habichuelas negras (a.k.a. rice with black beans), and a fruit platter with vanilla ice cream. My brother also picked up a chocolate cheesecake while he was out, in addition to pickles, mustard, relish, the stuff I needed for the rice, potatoes, and beans, and alfalfa for Bob and Rikku, our adorable guinea pigs.

And if anyone still thinks that someone with ocular albinism can't cook, take that up with the New Jersey Commission for the Blind and Visually Impaired.

All that was left was the back porch table. My brother was vacuuming upstairs, so with fifteen minutes to spare (Mr. Clampe was always prompt) I ran back outside with a bucket of ammonia and a sponge, this time to the table instead of the grill.

To my horror, I remembered that I forgot to clean the table before the season ended last fall. it would take me at least a half of an hour before it would be clean enough to sit at- with another fifteen minutes to dry after that.

As i started sloshing down the table with the ammonia, my back to the door with wet splotches and dirt from the table already on me, i pulled out my cell phone and dialed Mom for a contingency plan. Unfortunately I was too late. At 6:55, my mom and dad walked onto the porch, I could tell by their steps, as well as some additional shuffling. I did not turn around in my embarrassment of not being done, I simply continued to clean, mumbling a Hello, please wait a few minutes.

But the response definitely did not sound like a Mr. Clampe. Rather, it sounded like a German foreign exchange student.

Vy are ve here? To meet a Cindrella?

I spun around. And if I wasn't who I was, I certainly would have screamed.

But of course, being me, I replied with a, Hey, stop gaping at me. You look like you've seen your math teacher running stark naked through the school. I'll be done cleaning in five minutes, then we can eat. Till then, your stomach will have to be tortured.

The kid, or 5' something fuzzy blue... um, something (that is, if I wasn't being deceived by my own eyes) sat on one of the two already cleaned chairs. My dad, finally getting the nerve to speak said, Sara, this is...

His name is Kurt, Kevin. I looked at the door to see three more people that I'd never seen before in my life. The one speaking was a bald and older man in a wheelchair, while the second was a tall black woman with almost shining black hair. The third reminded me somewhat of my own father- kind of gruff, not totally clean shaven, with the look- a kind of indescribable sparkle in one's eyes that hides many secrets behind it.

Kevin and Lisa, if you don't mind? Bald Guy asked, then wheeled over to me. Hello, Sara. My name is Charles Xavier.

Ah'm Kurt, said the kid in the chair.

Please, call me Orroro, said the tall woman.

Call me whatever ya want. Known back home as Mr. Logan- but ah don't got a last name to be Mista' to, said the guy with the look.

Do you need any help finishing up? asked my mom, cutting in on our introductions, obviously a little nervous. Now that I think about it, it seemed that everyone kind of acted that way. Even Kurt's tail was twitching nervously (I watch too much Animal Planet).

If any of you don't mind getting wet, I would like some help cleaning up this table.

Ten minutes later, the table and five more chairs were cleaned and dried, and everyone was eating. Two things happened within those ten minutes that actually surprised me.

First, my brother came down and not only didn't scream (which I would have been surprised only if he did), but was carrying a big box wrapped up as if it was someone's birthday.

Second, the table dried in less than a minute due to a very odd and sudden warm front. i began to understand what was going on. My mom had indeed invited work friends. Just that they were mutants.

I'll never understand anything in life, but at least I learned some very interesting things about Germany, which is where Kurt was really from.

Well, Kurt, I'm terribly sorry I forgot sauerkraut. Forgive me? I asked him between bites of swordfish.

I'm sure the Elf got enough of it at home, kid, Mr. logan said from across the table. Everyone laughed. And Sara, coudya pass me the ribs?

I said.

I, a, think ya can recognize that we ain't exactly normal, he said, then I realized it was actually directed at me. I held out the platter of ribs towards him and he said a very weird follow up.

Instead of picking out a rib with a fork or his hands, he curled his right hand into a fist and three large claw- reminiscent blades came right out of his knuckles, and directly into a rib. He knocked it onto his plate, then cleaned his off with a napkin. It almost made me laugh.

I think ya saw Storm's work before, that's Orroro's nickname by the way, Logan said, noticeably relieved that I was not flinching at the sight of his metallic appendages. Kurt can teleport, and Xavier'sa tele- something or other.

I am a telepath, Sara Mr. Xavier said, correcting Logan's statement. He turned his wheelchair towards me and asked the question I was dreadfully afraid to hear. And what are you?

I closed my eyes, and, almost mechanically, took off my glasses and started cleaning them. I'd never be able to explain this. I think it would be easier to show you, but, I'd like something explained first. What exactly do you do, I questioned, turning to my parents, at Friends of Humanity?

Friends of Humanity is meant for protecting both humans and mutants, my dad answered. Most members have a close relative who is a mutant, or is suspected to be one. We want mutants to be integrated into society, being watched only at initial stage to prove to everyone that they mean no harm. After all, why would we want to lock up our own daughter? my dad asked, smiling a little. As for Mr. Clampe, our biggest donator, well, he finds it very impressive that a mutant (referring to me, I assumed) would be willing to try so hard to be a model citizen. He learned that you are a mutant, but only by accident. We keep it anonymous who is mutant and who is not, to prevent mutant haters and embarrassment. Charles Xavier is the only one that we have ever told. He runs a school in New York for mutants.

As my dad let it sink in, I realized that they had known all along- and never told me! Why? I would have asked, too, if it wasn't for NOMB. (I didn't find out until many years later that my parents knew that I'd blab it off to everyone if I had found out sooner. They're right.)

So you want me to go to this school?

Well, you do have to actually be a mutant to go, my dad replied, implying that I would have to show him.

Do you like chocobos?

(or in Kurt's case) just about everyone yelled, with the exception of my brother.

I repeated. I put my glasses back on, then thought for a moment of the trademark Final Fantasy animal.

Basically take a baby ckick, magnify it to 6' and put a saddle on its back. That's a chocobo. I created one right next to me, force field and all, then had it bend down and let me get on its back. In all reality, I was basically floating in midair. Everyone was stunned, but I was not going to stop there. They wanted to see mutant power, I would give power, attempting something I had never done before- two Illes at the same time. I put a second one around myself, and my family and our guests were no longer looking at Sara.

They saw a chocobo being ridden by Quistis Trepe.

--Poe Note--
Quistis Trepe is a character from Final Fantasy 8, a.k.a. FFVIII. She is irrelevent to the story, so you really don't need to know anything about her. This will not be a X-Men Final Fantasy crossover.