Pietro sped down the hall on his out of school on Friday. When a sign caught his eye. He actually slowed, not a common thing, it took his brain an extra millisecond to comprehend what he had just seen. The sign was printed in neat, block letters. It read:
ATTENTION!!!!
Like running?
Want to show off your speed?
Track tryouts.
4:30 Monday.
(Wear comfortable clothes.)
He smiled to himself. "Sounds like a challenge." He liked the idea of track. Getting cheered to run. Spending whole hours away from the 'Brotherhood of Pathetic Losers'. (A/N: I stole that from Twisted Christmas the X-men Way by Disturbed Courtney / Lilith K.) And best of all, getting the whole school to admit how much better he was than them.
He would have to slow down, of course, to run with track. He didn't want to go to jail again. Especially when he hadn't done anything to get there. And really especially not on the principle of 'stay out of our school you mutie freak'. But still he could probably manage a four-minute mile with out arousing to much suspicion.
The weekend went by way too slowly for Pietro. He hated school, but he hated not having anything to do more. After all, his homework was done in class.
Finally Monday came and after sitting still all day, a nearly impossible task, and only getting up when allowed, on matter what the odds that the teacher wouldn't notice, and only walking between classes. 4:30 came.
Pietro and a dozen other kids were out by the track waiting. He had gone for a quick jog, if you'll pardon the pun, to work of all the energy he hadn't spent during the day of not moving. When he returned in comfortable clothes, as per request, no one seemed to notice. Not even Jean Gray who, to his horror, had shown up.
"Well," he said with a smirk, "at least I'll beat this x-geek at something. Miss perfect needs an attitude check."
The coach showed up. Each child was to run the track four times for a total of one mile. (A/N: I have never been to or seen a track try out so I don't know if this is how it works or not.) While being timed. The list would be posted the next day.
On Tuesday, after school, a list appeared on the bulletin board, at the top was 'Maximoff, Pietro.' Jean hadn't made the cut. "Pietro, you can't use your powers to make teams." Her voice puncturing the growing ego bubble that had started to form when he saw his name on top. Not that he had doubted it might be there. Jean's voice just kept going and going and going in his head. God did the woman ever shut up? He ran out of her telepathic range. Thank god.
Practice came the next day after school. Again he was the best one there.
A week later he quit the team. All those runners are just to slow for him. But still it never hurt to prove to every body else what he already knew. He is THE BEST!
ATTENTION!!!!
Like running?
Want to show off your speed?
Track tryouts.
4:30 Monday.
(Wear comfortable clothes.)
He smiled to himself. "Sounds like a challenge." He liked the idea of track. Getting cheered to run. Spending whole hours away from the 'Brotherhood of Pathetic Losers'. (A/N: I stole that from Twisted Christmas the X-men Way by Disturbed Courtney / Lilith K.) And best of all, getting the whole school to admit how much better he was than them.
He would have to slow down, of course, to run with track. He didn't want to go to jail again. Especially when he hadn't done anything to get there. And really especially not on the principle of 'stay out of our school you mutie freak'. But still he could probably manage a four-minute mile with out arousing to much suspicion.
The weekend went by way too slowly for Pietro. He hated school, but he hated not having anything to do more. After all, his homework was done in class.
Finally Monday came and after sitting still all day, a nearly impossible task, and only getting up when allowed, on matter what the odds that the teacher wouldn't notice, and only walking between classes. 4:30 came.
Pietro and a dozen other kids were out by the track waiting. He had gone for a quick jog, if you'll pardon the pun, to work of all the energy he hadn't spent during the day of not moving. When he returned in comfortable clothes, as per request, no one seemed to notice. Not even Jean Gray who, to his horror, had shown up.
"Well," he said with a smirk, "at least I'll beat this x-geek at something. Miss perfect needs an attitude check."
The coach showed up. Each child was to run the track four times for a total of one mile. (A/N: I have never been to or seen a track try out so I don't know if this is how it works or not.) While being timed. The list would be posted the next day.
On Tuesday, after school, a list appeared on the bulletin board, at the top was 'Maximoff, Pietro.' Jean hadn't made the cut. "Pietro, you can't use your powers to make teams." Her voice puncturing the growing ego bubble that had started to form when he saw his name on top. Not that he had doubted it might be there. Jean's voice just kept going and going and going in his head. God did the woman ever shut up? He ran out of her telepathic range. Thank god.
Practice came the next day after school. Again he was the best one there.
A week later he quit the team. All those runners are just to slow for him. But still it never hurt to prove to every body else what he already knew. He is THE BEST!