Hello, all..I wrote this..read it and enjoy!
Disclaimer: "Two of hearts! Two hearts that beat as one." yeah, I'm listening to Stacy Q
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Kurt stepped out of Scott's car. His legs were a bit shaky, but he composed himself quickly, a look of determination on his face. He double checked his inducer, it was working. He wasn't quite ready to go strutting about au natural.
"You ok?" He looked to Kitty beside him. She gave him an encouraging smile.
"Ja, I'm fine," he said. No he wasn't. He wasn't fine. He was nervous as all hell. His hands were shaking. He didn't know what to expect from his classmates, but he didn't expect much. He just hoped that there wasn't a replay of a few weeks ago. Or worse.
He and his friends began to walk from the parking lot up to the school. People milled about, just as every other day, before recognition hit them. They all stopped and stared as he made his way to the front door. Rogue and Evan threw them all menacing looks as they passed. No way they were gonna let Kurt get hurt again.
"Kurt!" He looked toward the sound of his name and saw Amanda. She ran up to him and threw her arms around him. This caused a few gasps to escape the students around them. "I'm so glad you're back!"
"Me too," he said, not completely truthfully. He gave her a small kiss on the forehead.
The first bell for class rang, and students began moving towards their classrooms, keeping a large distance between themselves and 'the freak'. Scott watched them all go, then turned to his friend. "We gotta go to class. You sure you're going to be ok, Kurt?"
"I'll be fine!" he replied, a bit irritated. The X men parted, leaving Kurt and Amanda.
"I have to go to class too," Amanda told him. She leaned up and kissed him. She could feel how anxious he was. "Don't worry, everything will go fine. I promise." And with that she began to jog down the hall to her class.
The second bell rang and Kurt cursed to himself. His first day back and he was late. He took off, running down the hall toward his history class.
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Pietro sat lazily in his art class, staring out the window. Ugh, he hated this crap. He began to trace his hand with a piece of charcoal when he overheard two girls talking at the table next to him.
"Did you hear? That freaky foreign kid is back in school," the blonde one told the red head.
The red head shuddered. "Ugh, how can they let him go to school with us? It's, like, not safe."
The blonde one nodded in agreement. "I mean, it's bad enough that we have to go to school with mutants, but that kid is just too far. He's blue!"
"I don't want to sound like a dork, or something, but, I'm kind of scared. I mean, people don't look like that. I think he should be locked up, or something."
Pietro listened and then decided he'd heard enough. He leaned over to the two girls. "Maybe they should lock you up, see how you like it."
The two girls looked at him angrily. "We, like, weren't talking to you, Maximoff. Get over yourself." The blonde informed him.
"Maybe you two shouldn't open your mouths if you don't know what you're talking about. You don't even know him, and you're judging him because he's different. Talk about shallow."
The girls looked furious. "You're just saying that cause you're one of them, you freak. don't think we don't all know it. And one day, all of you mutie scum are going to get yours. You'll see!" The red head screamed at him.
"Oooo, I'm shaking!" Pietro mocked them.
"Is there a problem here?" The art teacher interrupted their argument.
"Pietro is threatening us, Mr. Coleson!" the red head told him. "He said he'd use his mutant whatever against us!"
Pietro scowled.
"Is that true, Pietro?" Mr. Coleson asked him. "Did you threaten Britney and Tiffany?"
"No I didn't," he said, angrily. Those girls had crossed the line. Using powers in school was strictly forbidden, and even talking about them would get you into a ton of trouble.
Mr. Coleson sighed. "Pietro, I wish I could believe you. But we can't be too sure these days." He wrote out a pass for Pietro and handed it to him. "You're going to have to go talk to Principal Kelly about this."
Pietro took the pass from him and made his way out the door. He glared at the two girls, but they just giggled and waved to him as he left.
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"Ok, class, settle down!" Mrs. Klien tried to bring calm over her rambunctious history class. "I'm going to start roll call!"
They ignored her, and continued talking. The door then opened, and all discussions came to a halt. Everyone looked up at the entering student. He walked slowly to his desk. Even Mrs. Klien stopped and stared. The story of what had happened had made its way around school fast. And even though all she saw before appeared to be an average 16 year old boy, she knew different. She cleared her throat before beginning.
"You're late, Mr. Wagner," she said, a bit of animosity in her voice.
"Er, sorry, Frau Klien," he said to her. "It won't happen again." He sat down at his desk and immediately, the desks around him slid away. He reached into his bag and pulled out his books. When he looked up again, he noticed that all eyes were still focused on him. He tried to edge himself lower in the desk, hoping it would make him less noticeable, but it wasn't that easy to shake this gaze. Finally, the teacher spoke up again.
"Ok, class, eyes up here now!" Mrs. Klien said. "Today we will be discussing the Bolshevik Revolution. Now, we discussed this yesterday, who can tell me who was the Czar at this time?" She scanned the class before settling on her prey. "Mr. Wagner? What can you tell me about this?"
Again all eyes were trained on him. Kurt looked down at his desk. He didn't know anything about any of this! He hated history, and really hadn't studied I as much as his other subjects while home. "Um," he began. "I am not sure, Frau Klien."
"Did you not do the reading?" she asked him, the bitterness still in her voice.
"Well, not all of it," he admitted. He looked around to each of his classmates. They made him so uncomfortable. Mrs. Klien continued with the lesson, but the students weren't paying any attention. They just continued to look at him.
"We don't want you here, freak." Kurt turned toward the whisper. Rob Jacobs was staring him down.
"I have every right to be here," Kurt told him.
"No you don't," someone else replied. "You don't belong here."
Kurt looked around at all of his classmates. They all had the same look in their eyes. Pure hatred.
"What's wrong with you, anyway?" someone else asked.
"You think you can hide?" Ron said, pointing toward the inducer. "We know what you are, you mutie freak. Nothings gonna change that."
He felt someone tug at his wrist. Christie Ammison had his wrist in her hands. "Why don't you take this off, you freak? Are you afraid?"
He pulled his wrist back toward him. But she snatched it again. "Please, just let me go!" he pleaded, while she tugged at the inducer. The class laughed at his plea. He looked toward Mrs. Klien for help, but she just stood watching.
As Christie tugged at the watch, he hand hit a button and his image faded. As that happened, the class hushed. Christie withdrew her hand quickly, wiping it on her shirt. Kurt quickly turned his inducer back on.
"Oh my god, that was disgusting!" someone yelled.
Kurt looked down at his desk, he could feel his eyes tearing. He couldn't let them see him cry, he couldn't let them win. As he watched his desk, he noticed a hall pass appear on it. He looked up to his teacher.
"Principal, NOW!" she said, glaring at him.
Kurt picked up his books and his bag and dejectedly made his way out of the room.
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R&R
Disclaimer: "Two of hearts! Two hearts that beat as one." yeah, I'm listening to Stacy Q
~&~
Kurt stepped out of Scott's car. His legs were a bit shaky, but he composed himself quickly, a look of determination on his face. He double checked his inducer, it was working. He wasn't quite ready to go strutting about au natural.
"You ok?" He looked to Kitty beside him. She gave him an encouraging smile.
"Ja, I'm fine," he said. No he wasn't. He wasn't fine. He was nervous as all hell. His hands were shaking. He didn't know what to expect from his classmates, but he didn't expect much. He just hoped that there wasn't a replay of a few weeks ago. Or worse.
He and his friends began to walk from the parking lot up to the school. People milled about, just as every other day, before recognition hit them. They all stopped and stared as he made his way to the front door. Rogue and Evan threw them all menacing looks as they passed. No way they were gonna let Kurt get hurt again.
"Kurt!" He looked toward the sound of his name and saw Amanda. She ran up to him and threw her arms around him. This caused a few gasps to escape the students around them. "I'm so glad you're back!"
"Me too," he said, not completely truthfully. He gave her a small kiss on the forehead.
The first bell for class rang, and students began moving towards their classrooms, keeping a large distance between themselves and 'the freak'. Scott watched them all go, then turned to his friend. "We gotta go to class. You sure you're going to be ok, Kurt?"
"I'll be fine!" he replied, a bit irritated. The X men parted, leaving Kurt and Amanda.
"I have to go to class too," Amanda told him. She leaned up and kissed him. She could feel how anxious he was. "Don't worry, everything will go fine. I promise." And with that she began to jog down the hall to her class.
The second bell rang and Kurt cursed to himself. His first day back and he was late. He took off, running down the hall toward his history class.
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Pietro sat lazily in his art class, staring out the window. Ugh, he hated this crap. He began to trace his hand with a piece of charcoal when he overheard two girls talking at the table next to him.
"Did you hear? That freaky foreign kid is back in school," the blonde one told the red head.
The red head shuddered. "Ugh, how can they let him go to school with us? It's, like, not safe."
The blonde one nodded in agreement. "I mean, it's bad enough that we have to go to school with mutants, but that kid is just too far. He's blue!"
"I don't want to sound like a dork, or something, but, I'm kind of scared. I mean, people don't look like that. I think he should be locked up, or something."
Pietro listened and then decided he'd heard enough. He leaned over to the two girls. "Maybe they should lock you up, see how you like it."
The two girls looked at him angrily. "We, like, weren't talking to you, Maximoff. Get over yourself." The blonde informed him.
"Maybe you two shouldn't open your mouths if you don't know what you're talking about. You don't even know him, and you're judging him because he's different. Talk about shallow."
The girls looked furious. "You're just saying that cause you're one of them, you freak. don't think we don't all know it. And one day, all of you mutie scum are going to get yours. You'll see!" The red head screamed at him.
"Oooo, I'm shaking!" Pietro mocked them.
"Is there a problem here?" The art teacher interrupted their argument.
"Pietro is threatening us, Mr. Coleson!" the red head told him. "He said he'd use his mutant whatever against us!"
Pietro scowled.
"Is that true, Pietro?" Mr. Coleson asked him. "Did you threaten Britney and Tiffany?"
"No I didn't," he said, angrily. Those girls had crossed the line. Using powers in school was strictly forbidden, and even talking about them would get you into a ton of trouble.
Mr. Coleson sighed. "Pietro, I wish I could believe you. But we can't be too sure these days." He wrote out a pass for Pietro and handed it to him. "You're going to have to go talk to Principal Kelly about this."
Pietro took the pass from him and made his way out the door. He glared at the two girls, but they just giggled and waved to him as he left.
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"Ok, class, settle down!" Mrs. Klien tried to bring calm over her rambunctious history class. "I'm going to start roll call!"
They ignored her, and continued talking. The door then opened, and all discussions came to a halt. Everyone looked up at the entering student. He walked slowly to his desk. Even Mrs. Klien stopped and stared. The story of what had happened had made its way around school fast. And even though all she saw before appeared to be an average 16 year old boy, she knew different. She cleared her throat before beginning.
"You're late, Mr. Wagner," she said, a bit of animosity in her voice.
"Er, sorry, Frau Klien," he said to her. "It won't happen again." He sat down at his desk and immediately, the desks around him slid away. He reached into his bag and pulled out his books. When he looked up again, he noticed that all eyes were still focused on him. He tried to edge himself lower in the desk, hoping it would make him less noticeable, but it wasn't that easy to shake this gaze. Finally, the teacher spoke up again.
"Ok, class, eyes up here now!" Mrs. Klien said. "Today we will be discussing the Bolshevik Revolution. Now, we discussed this yesterday, who can tell me who was the Czar at this time?" She scanned the class before settling on her prey. "Mr. Wagner? What can you tell me about this?"
Again all eyes were trained on him. Kurt looked down at his desk. He didn't know anything about any of this! He hated history, and really hadn't studied I as much as his other subjects while home. "Um," he began. "I am not sure, Frau Klien."
"Did you not do the reading?" she asked him, the bitterness still in her voice.
"Well, not all of it," he admitted. He looked around to each of his classmates. They made him so uncomfortable. Mrs. Klien continued with the lesson, but the students weren't paying any attention. They just continued to look at him.
"We don't want you here, freak." Kurt turned toward the whisper. Rob Jacobs was staring him down.
"I have every right to be here," Kurt told him.
"No you don't," someone else replied. "You don't belong here."
Kurt looked around at all of his classmates. They all had the same look in their eyes. Pure hatred.
"What's wrong with you, anyway?" someone else asked.
"You think you can hide?" Ron said, pointing toward the inducer. "We know what you are, you mutie freak. Nothings gonna change that."
He felt someone tug at his wrist. Christie Ammison had his wrist in her hands. "Why don't you take this off, you freak? Are you afraid?"
He pulled his wrist back toward him. But she snatched it again. "Please, just let me go!" he pleaded, while she tugged at the inducer. The class laughed at his plea. He looked toward Mrs. Klien for help, but she just stood watching.
As Christie tugged at the watch, he hand hit a button and his image faded. As that happened, the class hushed. Christie withdrew her hand quickly, wiping it on her shirt. Kurt quickly turned his inducer back on.
"Oh my god, that was disgusting!" someone yelled.
Kurt looked down at his desk, he could feel his eyes tearing. He couldn't let them see him cry, he couldn't let them win. As he watched his desk, he noticed a hall pass appear on it. He looked up to his teacher.
"Principal, NOW!" she said, glaring at him.
Kurt picked up his books and his bag and dejectedly made his way out of the room.
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R&R
