I woke up in the med-bay back at the school, and groaning I sat up. Tenderly I touched the back of my head, and winced as a sharp shooting pain ran down my spine. Looking around I spotted Hank, asleep in a chair with a whole bunch of paper-work around him, a cup of coffee in his hand. I noticed that my bullet wound had been cleaned and re-bandaged, and the many bruises on both arms, and I ached all over my body, my head worst of all.

Gently I got up and walked over, tapping Hank lightly on the fore-head and making him jump, wide awake. He saw me and smiled.

"Glad to see your up," he said, yawning. "You were out all yesterday and this morning."

"Yeah, I heard that happens when your father hits you on the head with a baseball bat."

Hank winced slightly. "How did you know it was your father?" he asked. "I heard there were several people there who could have done it."

"Because my father was the only one with a baseball bat besides Scott, and even if the kids there had some they were too busy wetting themselves to do anything."

"I'm sorry about your parents." Hank said. I sighed.

"Don't be, it's their problem. Besides, you guys got the right paperwork, right?" Hank nodded, looking slightly more cheerful.

"Professor gave you today off, it's already lunchtime. You will start classes tomorrow." He finished, handing me a sheet of paper. It had a map of the school on it, and at the bottom was a list of classes and their times. It was a like a normal piece of paper you'd get at a normal school, except the classes also included 'Danger Room' and 'Personal Mutation Control'. I looked at it closely, then stuck it in my back pocket.

I went up to lunch alone, Hank said he had to do some work, and after a bit of map work I reached the cafeteria, glad that unless you were extremely used to my fur and actually felt my bruises it was near impossible to tell I had any.

I sat at a table alone, having seen no-one I knew and not being the most out going mutant in the world. Then Logan and Ororo came in, sitting next to me.

"Hey kid, glad to see you up," Logan said.

"Are you alright?" Ororo asked. I nodded.

"Major headache, bruises, but other than that I'm ok. So what happened after I decided to take a nap?" I asked lightly. Ororo shot Logan a glance, then he replied.

"We beat the crap out of the kid that hit you." He said, not looking at me. God, no one seemed to want to admit it wasn't a kid who hit me.

"I wish everyone would stop that. My father hit me, he was the only one with a bat besides Scott, and he was up front. I was hit from behind." Ororo and Logan looked surprised.

"No," Ororo said slowly. "Another child came from behind you. Your father tried to stop him, but-"

"I would have heard him," I replied shortly.

"You were hurt pretty bad, you must not have heard him coming-" Logan said.

"Why can't you admit it was my dad?"

"It wasn't!"

"Hank admitted it, and that's exactly something my father would do." They both fell silent, and Logan muttered something about hitting Hank with a baseball bat, and neither of them had answered my original question. "So what happened after?" I repeated.

"Logan punched your father, and we got you back to the school. Have you met anyone yet?" Ororo asked, clearly trying to change the subject. She obviously doesn't know me, when I am focused on something, that's the only thing I'll talk about.

"You punched my dad?" I asked Logan, who gave a tiny nod. I laughed, "Good going. Wish I could have done it though." They looked at me sharply.

"You shouldn't talk about your dad like that." Ororo said softly.

"He's not my dad, dads stick by their kids. Same goes for moms. They are my biological parents, nothing else, and I'll talk about them however I want." I said angrily. Logan hastily excused himself to go to the bathroom or something, but I was too busy trying to keep my teeth normal to notice.

"But they were good parents to you before, weren't they?" Ororo asked. I glared at her, my eyes halfway between dark red and glowing bright red.

"oh yeah," I said sarcastically. "They were great parents before, when everything was nice and easy and normal. Yeah, they made all those loving parents comments, 'We'll always be there for you sweetie! We love you honey, we always will!'. It's a load of crap. Look what happened. One day I was nice, normal easy to take care of Jen, the next I'm a green monster who should be put in a jail cell to keep me from hurting someone. Yeah, great parents. How are yours?" I added brightly. Storm seemed completely taken off guard, and I knew she had no idea of what to do next, so we just sat there until Scott came in and sat down next to me. He looked at Ororo, who was still mimicking a deer-in-headlights and me, glaring at my half-eaten food and questioned us.

"What happened?" he asked. I couldn't take it anymore, I didn't want to be around Scott or Ororo or anyone. I got up and walked out the door, having no idea where I was going but not really caring either.

Traveling up and down stairs and hallways, I avoided groups of kids who were walking down the halls to their classes. Then one group doubled back as I walked past, pretending to be interested in the wall and floor.

One girl with short black hair and a mean smile on her face threw her arm around my shoulders.

"Hiya! You're new here aren't you? My name's Javelin, this is Stacy and that kid's named Walker. Who are you?" I didn't like this girl at all, or her thug-like friends. I shrugged off her arm and walked a little faster.

"Hey!" Javelin called, running after me. I walked quicker, more in a jog now, but Javelin and her fiends kept pace. "green girl! Yoo hoo! Come back here, we jus wanna talk!" I spun around, my eyes glowing red and fangs beard. I was controlling my urge to lunge at the teens and kill them, and I was doing pretty well to. They stopped, eyes wide.

"Leave me alone," to my surprise I actually said something, never done that when I was angry. Normally the teens would just be dead, but I was actually talking to them. My voice was different, raspy and low. Javelin looked about to say something but her friend Stacy grabbed her arm, drawing her away from me. Good Friend Point to the smart one.

"You stupid green-" Javelin started to say, but a loud bamf sounded and Kurt appeared between the girls, looking at them. Javelin smiled at him. "Hi KV, how ya doing today?"

Kurt looked at me, and my eyes slowly faded as my fangs shrank. I turned away from him, and then I heard him tell Javelin to go to class. Then he came up to me.

"Vot are you doing here?" he asked, I avoided his eyes. "Everyone is looking for you."

"Yeah? Well you found me." I said coldly. I still wasn't very happy about the way lunch had gone, and my head was aching extremely bad. Kurt sighed.

"You might have attacked that girl." He said. I looked at him quickly, wondering how he knew. "You vos tensed, ready to leap at her, I could tell." He said, seeing my questioning gaze. I sighed.

"Yeah, I know. I am dangerous, I suppose." Maybe I should go to a jail cell, maybe I should be somewhere I can't hurt anyone. I am dangerous, and I know it.

"You didn't attack Javelin," Kurt said, almost hopefully. As if he were trying to prove I'm not dangerous. I nodded as if I believed him, though I didn't.

Then he started walking away and for some reason I chased after him.

"Wait! Kurt!" I was definitely not using KV after I found out Javelin used it. Kurt waited for me to catch up and before I knew it I asked him a question that is always on my mind.

"What did you think when you first saw me?"

Kurt laughed. "I thought your fur was a very bright color." He said. I scowled at him and he gave me a real answer. "I thought I saw a young girl with fur and red eyes. I thought she looked special and I vanted to talk vith her." I looked at him, then realized that he looked as strange as I did, and would not judge me the way normal looking people did.

If I wanted a real answer I would have to ask someone normal looking. Ororo? No, this was not a question for her. She would be all evading and nice about it. Scott wouldn't help, he's the X Men leader, he cant say anything like that. Logan was the one I needed to find.

I said goodbye to Kurt and, using the map like my life depended on it, found my way back to the cafeteria. I found him there, cursing at myself when he spotted me and called me over. He was sitting next to a girl with long brown hair and long gloves on. A boy with short brown hair was sitting at the table also.

"I, um, I was-" I was just looking for you to ask a question that haunts me all the time and now there are more people here looking at me and that kid is starring at me and it's pissing me off. Oh yeah, I could definitely ask him here. This was the perfect place, and I am really stupid.

'Get up to my office immediately. Magneto is coming.' It was a thought that hit me so sudden I almost jumped. Somehow I remembered that it was from the Professor, but it was confusing. It seemed to be for Logan, why had I heard it?

"What's Magneto?" I asked without thinking. Logan, who had stood up fast, froze.

"Where did you hear that?" he demanded. O stupid me, getting myself into these situations. The two teens were looking at me curiously.

"I, uh, heard it in my head." I said softly. Logan looked confused for a moment, then grabbed my arm.

"Come on, I don't know why the professor said that to you, but he must want you up there."

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