Yehheehee! I didn't think I'd get such good reviews so early into my term. I'll probably get flames for Arcane. It isn't circulating right now..
Laureate- Now, now. We don't call them little people, we call them vertically challenged *snicker * Thank-you.
Abigail Marie- Frame-you? I never heard it put that way before, but thank-you for leaving such a nice review.
Raine Ishida- Yes Mam! Thank-you for the critique!
IwillmarryJustinTimberlake- Thank-you, you're welcome, and my eyes are indeed peeled.
Disclaimer: Wahh! I don't own the X-men!
Fanfic saying!
My parents put us to sleep by tossing us in the air. Of course, you have to have low ceilings for this method to work.
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An incident consisting of hot peppers, a muddy dog, a broken plate and several hours later, I was ready to give up any idea I may have had about having kids.
Not that it was a big thing on my mind anyway.
Mom and Dad would be home in several hours and (while clinging to the hope they'd be sent early) I was already exhausted. They have yet to develop a toy that keeps six overactive children busy at once.
They were missing a fortune.
"Si-is!" I looked down. One of my little sisters (a blonde) was tugging my shirt. She was rubbing her little button nose. She'd be cute if it weren't for the fact that an hour ago she broke a plate while her brother helped the dog roll in the mud.
Whose side is Doggy on, anyway?
"Yes?" I bent down so that my face was level with hers. "What is it?"
And that is precisely the second she choose to sneeze. For a nose so small……
It's a good thing this sort of thing happens a lot. Well, not really. I know what I mean. Anyone else would have yelled at her.
"I take it you need a tissue?" Nod, nod, nod went the little head. I took her hand and led her to the tissues. When she ran off with her nose blown, I went ahead and washed my face.
I was just drying off my face when I heard my little brother, Jared, crying. That frightened me. Jared never ever cried, not about anything. As the bathroom I was in had a window, I looked out of it trying to find him. I spotted him standing stock still next to the weeping willow next to the gate. We have a fence around my house, with several big trees on the inside, the second-biggest being the willow.
I bolted out of the house, ordering my sisters to stay inside. When I got close to the gate, I stopped. Jared was still frozen, and crying.
"Jar, what's the matter? What's wrong little guy?"
Jared's lip quivered and he pointed at something in the grass. "Go 'way!" Being a three-year old, he didn't speak that much, but I got the initial idea. I looked.
Big snake. BIG snake. Rattler. I don't know how I knew. Just did. Made sense. Mom had shown him pictures of those things and instilled fear into him, about how they would eat him if he got to close.
Never much liked that about mom. She tended to get her facts skewed.
I glared down at the snake. We connected, however briefly. It was upset because it couldn't get back into the hollow. But if Jared moved, the snake was prepared to bite. I was upset because it was threatening my baby brother. And that it was being unreasonable. I told it so, but not in so many words.
Snakes are odd creatures. They're smart, not like chickens. Chickens will not win academic prizes. Chickens will run right into the jaws of a predator, with the few exceptions that, inevitably, prove the rule. Snakes, however, know and accept. This one knew I was going to protect Jared in any way. And that I would kill it if needed.
Whether or not it accepted the fact that it was unreasonable was not my problem and it probably didn't care anyway.
It hesitated. Bite the boy, die gruesomely. Don't and die another day. Those were the options I had given.
Again, as I point out, snakes are smart. Especially this one. It stopped menacing my brother. I leaned out and grabbed my little brother by the arm and hauled him away from the rattler. It watched as I ushered him towards the house and then slid into it's hollow. In the Willow tree.
While the snake was gone I was still confronted with a slight problem. Six young children, upset by the way I had been acting, all started to cry. Apparently having big sister act so out of character is a traumatizing experience.
And to top it all off, Mom and Dad chose to drive up.
It's days like these I wish I was an only child.
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'Logan.'
Wolverine looked up from fixing a spoke on the wheel of his bike. "Yeah Chuck?"
'Cerebro has a lock on a mutant.'
"You didn't say it was new."
'I believe it to be the signal of a mutant it detected earlier but couldn't get a lock on.'
"Alright," he dusted himself off, "I'm coming."
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Woohoo! I thought I was going to keep on writing chappys for my own health, but no! People like this story! I hope I get as much recognition for the other two that are going up soon (once Fanfiction stops making em' look funny.).
Keep an eye out for Arcane and Two Cents.
Again, not much for description (sorry) But you will get to see what mystery girl looks like next chapter! I promise!
Save the creativity demons! Write a review!
Laureate- Now, now. We don't call them little people, we call them vertically challenged *snicker * Thank-you.
Abigail Marie- Frame-you? I never heard it put that way before, but thank-you for leaving such a nice review.
Raine Ishida- Yes Mam! Thank-you for the critique!
IwillmarryJustinTimberlake- Thank-you, you're welcome, and my eyes are indeed peeled.
Disclaimer: Wahh! I don't own the X-men!
Fanfic saying!
My parents put us to sleep by tossing us in the air. Of course, you have to have low ceilings for this method to work.
*^^*^^*^^*^^*^^*^^*^^*^^*^^*^^*^^*^^*^^*^^*^^*^^*^^*^^*^^*^^*^^*^^*^^*^^*^^
An incident consisting of hot peppers, a muddy dog, a broken plate and several hours later, I was ready to give up any idea I may have had about having kids.
Not that it was a big thing on my mind anyway.
Mom and Dad would be home in several hours and (while clinging to the hope they'd be sent early) I was already exhausted. They have yet to develop a toy that keeps six overactive children busy at once.
They were missing a fortune.
"Si-is!" I looked down. One of my little sisters (a blonde) was tugging my shirt. She was rubbing her little button nose. She'd be cute if it weren't for the fact that an hour ago she broke a plate while her brother helped the dog roll in the mud.
Whose side is Doggy on, anyway?
"Yes?" I bent down so that my face was level with hers. "What is it?"
And that is precisely the second she choose to sneeze. For a nose so small……
It's a good thing this sort of thing happens a lot. Well, not really. I know what I mean. Anyone else would have yelled at her.
"I take it you need a tissue?" Nod, nod, nod went the little head. I took her hand and led her to the tissues. When she ran off with her nose blown, I went ahead and washed my face.
I was just drying off my face when I heard my little brother, Jared, crying. That frightened me. Jared never ever cried, not about anything. As the bathroom I was in had a window, I looked out of it trying to find him. I spotted him standing stock still next to the weeping willow next to the gate. We have a fence around my house, with several big trees on the inside, the second-biggest being the willow.
I bolted out of the house, ordering my sisters to stay inside. When I got close to the gate, I stopped. Jared was still frozen, and crying.
"Jar, what's the matter? What's wrong little guy?"
Jared's lip quivered and he pointed at something in the grass. "Go 'way!" Being a three-year old, he didn't speak that much, but I got the initial idea. I looked.
Big snake. BIG snake. Rattler. I don't know how I knew. Just did. Made sense. Mom had shown him pictures of those things and instilled fear into him, about how they would eat him if he got to close.
Never much liked that about mom. She tended to get her facts skewed.
I glared down at the snake. We connected, however briefly. It was upset because it couldn't get back into the hollow. But if Jared moved, the snake was prepared to bite. I was upset because it was threatening my baby brother. And that it was being unreasonable. I told it so, but not in so many words.
Snakes are odd creatures. They're smart, not like chickens. Chickens will not win academic prizes. Chickens will run right into the jaws of a predator, with the few exceptions that, inevitably, prove the rule. Snakes, however, know and accept. This one knew I was going to protect Jared in any way. And that I would kill it if needed.
Whether or not it accepted the fact that it was unreasonable was not my problem and it probably didn't care anyway.
It hesitated. Bite the boy, die gruesomely. Don't and die another day. Those were the options I had given.
Again, as I point out, snakes are smart. Especially this one. It stopped menacing my brother. I leaned out and grabbed my little brother by the arm and hauled him away from the rattler. It watched as I ushered him towards the house and then slid into it's hollow. In the Willow tree.
While the snake was gone I was still confronted with a slight problem. Six young children, upset by the way I had been acting, all started to cry. Apparently having big sister act so out of character is a traumatizing experience.
And to top it all off, Mom and Dad chose to drive up.
It's days like these I wish I was an only child.
^**^**^**^**^**^**^**^**^**^**^**^**^**^**^**^**^**^**^**^**^**^**^**^**^
'Logan.'
Wolverine looked up from fixing a spoke on the wheel of his bike. "Yeah Chuck?"
'Cerebro has a lock on a mutant.'
"You didn't say it was new."
'I believe it to be the signal of a mutant it detected earlier but couldn't get a lock on.'
"Alright," he dusted himself off, "I'm coming."
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Woohoo! I thought I was going to keep on writing chappys for my own health, but no! People like this story! I hope I get as much recognition for the other two that are going up soon (once Fanfiction stops making em' look funny.).
Keep an eye out for Arcane and Two Cents.
Again, not much for description (sorry) But you will get to see what mystery girl looks like next chapter! I promise!
Save the creativity demons! Write a review!
