Yay! My total is up to seven reviews! Cheers!
Stepha: Thank-you, thank-you (takes bow) I owe it all to my wonderful reviewers…
Laureate: I plan to, and the little people huggle and adore you.
CayRay: You should be pleased then hon, because I don't think there will be anything but hints at couples. Not all out Romy or Kietro, no way. However, if you'd like to see the lighter side of Rietro, I suggest you look at Two cents when I put it up.
Saying of the fic!
Change is inevitable, except from vending machines.
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I am too young for this. It had taken an hour to convince Dad that I was NOT making my munchkin adversaries cry on purpose. Mom (being mom) had freaked out and scooped up as many shorties she could carry back into the house, cooing at them, telling them everything was fine.
As if I didn't have everything under control (cough).
When everyone wound down, I got grounded for leaving my little bro out of sight, and also for lying about rattlers in the willow.
Dad checked. No sign of that blasted snake.
Traitor.
I wandered into my room, trying to find that little bit of peace that seems to keep eluding me as of late. As I did, I caught a glance of myself in the mirror.
I'm fifteen and I suppose I'm fairly tall. About five and a half feet. I never really know. I do know that I'm stocky. Not obese, but still a little on the heavy side. I tend to tell myself it is mostly muscle.
Ha.
Though I must say, I probably won't turn heads with my looks. I'm pretty plain. My hair is sort of a light brownish color that hangs down to my waist.
Need a haircut. I've got split ends.
My face is tanned from working the farms, which is good, because if I lose that tan, my freckles take over en masse. It really clashes with my grayish-blue eyes.
Then again, lots of things clash with gray-blue.
My nose is big, my forehead has scars from the time I accidentally ran into a barb wire fence (thought it's near my hair line and it just looks like dimples), and I have numerous other scars about my body from numerous failed expeditions (ie falling out of trees, running into fences, and such the like).
But I make up for it with my charming smile and positive attitude. And the fact that I can carry on an intelligent conversation.
I'm not necessarily the quickest thinker, but I can figure out stuff if left to my own devices.
Which is why I knew that the big black helicopter landing by the fence was probably not an everyday thing.
At first, I just sort of stared. Like I said, not the quickest thinker. Then I ran out of the room to find my parents.
Mom was cooking dinner, while Dad was thumbing through the newspaper for deals. Dad looked up at me. "What is it? " His voice carried a slight scowl.
"There's a helicopter outside," I blurted out.
Even before my parents opened their mouths I knew how stupid that sounded. But, thankfully, the doorbell rang before they could say anything.
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Logan, Charles Xavier, Jean and Bobby all stood patiently outside the door. Well, almost all of them.
Logan growled slightly. He hated to be kept waiting. "Are you sure this is the house Chuck?"
Charles nodded. "It most certainly is. I can feel the mutant presence. I would have been able to feel it even if Cerebro had not narrowed the search area down to this country area."
Bobby was practically beside himself. He got to go on a mission ands meet a new mutant! All the other new mutants would be jealous.
Before he could pursue this train of thought(or fantasy), the door swung open, revealing a man in the doorway. "Can I err, help you?"
"I've come to talk to you about your child, sir." Charles Xavier smiled encouragingly at him. "I am Charles Xavier, and I teach a gifted school."
The man just stared at Charles. The silence was very uncomfortable.
"Sir?" Charles had an edge of concern to his voice. The man took a deep breath.
"I have seven children in this house right now."
"I see. In that case, may we come in? I cannot tell which child it is from here."
"This isn't a shopping center. You can't just pick a kid you want!"
"I assure you it's not like that."
"Oh? And what exactly is it like?"
"One of your children is a mutant. My school will help teach them how to control their powers for the good of mankind."
The man seemed to be struck dumb. A mutant. He had to know which one.
"Very well, come in."
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Tune in next time!
We will learn the identity of this new mutant! Will she go? Will she stay?
Will I ever get around to putting those other two stories up? Let's hope so!
Doggy is being fed on reviews! Don't let him starve!
Stepha: Thank-you, thank-you (takes bow) I owe it all to my wonderful reviewers…
Laureate: I plan to, and the little people huggle and adore you.
CayRay: You should be pleased then hon, because I don't think there will be anything but hints at couples. Not all out Romy or Kietro, no way. However, if you'd like to see the lighter side of Rietro, I suggest you look at Two cents when I put it up.
Saying of the fic!
Change is inevitable, except from vending machines.
^*^*^*^*
I am too young for this. It had taken an hour to convince Dad that I was NOT making my munchkin adversaries cry on purpose. Mom (being mom) had freaked out and scooped up as many shorties she could carry back into the house, cooing at them, telling them everything was fine.
As if I didn't have everything under control (cough).
When everyone wound down, I got grounded for leaving my little bro out of sight, and also for lying about rattlers in the willow.
Dad checked. No sign of that blasted snake.
Traitor.
I wandered into my room, trying to find that little bit of peace that seems to keep eluding me as of late. As I did, I caught a glance of myself in the mirror.
I'm fifteen and I suppose I'm fairly tall. About five and a half feet. I never really know. I do know that I'm stocky. Not obese, but still a little on the heavy side. I tend to tell myself it is mostly muscle.
Ha.
Though I must say, I probably won't turn heads with my looks. I'm pretty plain. My hair is sort of a light brownish color that hangs down to my waist.
Need a haircut. I've got split ends.
My face is tanned from working the farms, which is good, because if I lose that tan, my freckles take over en masse. It really clashes with my grayish-blue eyes.
Then again, lots of things clash with gray-blue.
My nose is big, my forehead has scars from the time I accidentally ran into a barb wire fence (thought it's near my hair line and it just looks like dimples), and I have numerous other scars about my body from numerous failed expeditions (ie falling out of trees, running into fences, and such the like).
But I make up for it with my charming smile and positive attitude. And the fact that I can carry on an intelligent conversation.
I'm not necessarily the quickest thinker, but I can figure out stuff if left to my own devices.
Which is why I knew that the big black helicopter landing by the fence was probably not an everyday thing.
At first, I just sort of stared. Like I said, not the quickest thinker. Then I ran out of the room to find my parents.
Mom was cooking dinner, while Dad was thumbing through the newspaper for deals. Dad looked up at me. "What is it? " His voice carried a slight scowl.
"There's a helicopter outside," I blurted out.
Even before my parents opened their mouths I knew how stupid that sounded. But, thankfully, the doorbell rang before they could say anything.
*^*^*^*^
Logan, Charles Xavier, Jean and Bobby all stood patiently outside the door. Well, almost all of them.
Logan growled slightly. He hated to be kept waiting. "Are you sure this is the house Chuck?"
Charles nodded. "It most certainly is. I can feel the mutant presence. I would have been able to feel it even if Cerebro had not narrowed the search area down to this country area."
Bobby was practically beside himself. He got to go on a mission ands meet a new mutant! All the other new mutants would be jealous.
Before he could pursue this train of thought(or fantasy), the door swung open, revealing a man in the doorway. "Can I err, help you?"
"I've come to talk to you about your child, sir." Charles Xavier smiled encouragingly at him. "I am Charles Xavier, and I teach a gifted school."
The man just stared at Charles. The silence was very uncomfortable.
"Sir?" Charles had an edge of concern to his voice. The man took a deep breath.
"I have seven children in this house right now."
"I see. In that case, may we come in? I cannot tell which child it is from here."
"This isn't a shopping center. You can't just pick a kid you want!"
"I assure you it's not like that."
"Oh? And what exactly is it like?"
"One of your children is a mutant. My school will help teach them how to control their powers for the good of mankind."
The man seemed to be struck dumb. A mutant. He had to know which one.
"Very well, come in."
*^*^*^*^*^
Tune in next time!
We will learn the identity of this new mutant! Will she go? Will she stay?
Will I ever get around to putting those other two stories up? Let's hope so!
Doggy is being fed on reviews! Don't let him starve!
