The Fuzzy Dudett

Disclaimer: The X-Men and all of their characters do not belong to me, they belong to Marvle (I think).

By Skye-Chan

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Chapter 1: Bad Day

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My name is Kimberlee Skye Chamber, but most people just call me Skye. I lead a normal 14 year-olds' life. There isn't anything really special about me, I have a shoulder length of black hair and bright blue eyes (I got them from my mom, not from my... gift), I live with my mom, dad and sister (my brother moved out last year to go to collage) in a small town in New York, or at least I did, until one Monday in summer, turned my world upside down. That is where my story will begin.

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It was Monday morning and everything was the same as all other Mondays, except in the Chamber's house.

I had woken up at 7:40 (school starts at 8:05) and as a result I was running franticly around the house searching for missing shoes and half done homework. I had fallen asleep at the computer, which is in my closet, and apparently when my mom came in that morning, she had thought that I was already up and at school.

**God, how could she think that I was already up?! She is the only one in the whole house who could wake me up in the mornings! And at School! Come on mom!** I thought angrily as I threw my bag out the door and grabbed a sweatshirt (I know, I'm weird to where a sweatshirt on a nice June day, but I do) and thrust it over my head, as I ran out the door after my bag.

The rest of the day was fairly normal. I went to first and second period and was able to stay conscious through them. I was early for Home Base (at my school, home base is the midway mark in the school day. First 8th graders go while 7th graders eat lunch then vice versa), so I just stood outside the doorway, waiting for the teacher to come, when HE came.

I never really hated school until I was in 7th grade and I meet HIM. Who is HE?

Justin Ruke

Justin Ruke was the meanest kid in our school, well, maybe not the meanest, but you get the idea. He has short blond hair that sticks out in every direction (imagine Harry Potter hair) and brown eyes. He's rather tall and lengthy and he is in desperate need of braces, because when he smiles, you can see his front teeth twisting sideways and forward at odd angles.

Ever cense 7th grade, Justin has been in almost every one of my classes (lets just say that it's a good thing that he's a hunter, so he's absent a lot, other wise, I think I would have gone crazy). Now that can be annoying enough, but he started to torment me in as many ways he could (He's one of those professional bullies, he knows his work and he does it well). Like a hawk, he had observed that the only way to get me angry, so I would get in trouble, is to say something bad about animals.

Allow me to explain, I am with out a doubt an animal lover. In kindergarten, I knew more bird calls then words. Every year I go to a new camp, so far I have gone to Washington to, to swim with whales, New Mexico to study iguanas, Yellow Stone National Park to frolic with the elk, and Montana to a Horse ranch. So to put it simply, if you say or do anything mean to/about animals, you can count on me jumping up your throat.

Well, anyways back to the story.

Since I skipped Breakfast and then spent 3 hours in my least favorite classes, you could say that I was on my last nerve. And by the look on Justin's face he knew that, but it didn't seem to stop him. He walked over to the door way and allowed his followers (Bobbie and Nate, Dumb and Dumber, his worshipers who follow him everywhere) into the class room, but he stayed outside... with me... Joy.

"So 'Sheeps' ('Sheeps' is the nickname I got after accidentally mentioning in a class with him in it that my dad had a heard of sheep that I was helping with) your cat still missin'" he asked a smirk on his face.

I just shot daggers at him with my eyes.

"What a shame. Old man Tanner probably got 'im." (Old man Tanner is my neighbor. He lives in a shack behind my house, thus causing bad roomers to start about him. I've meet him a couple times, he seemed pretty nice, he even taught me a few new bird calls), he said as a smile played out on his lips, showing off his crooked teeth, "I heard that when he finds strays, he ties um up and then lights um on fire while there still alive." He stared intently at me waiting for me to blow, "Yep, still alive. They say when there runn'en around, he'll dump gas in one spot and as they run across it..."

I never let him finish. Hearing those words and seeing those images happening to my dear Téa (Téa is my precious kitty) was way too much. I rushed at him and succeeded to punch him in the face, blasting him into the classroom.

Nate managed to hold me long enough for Justin to scramble up and race across to the other side of the room, where there was an open door leading outside. When he reached it he turned to see that I was out of Nate's grip and was running at him again only to be tripped by Bobbie. As I fell forward I shouted "JUSTIN!"

I waited to hit the ground, only I didn't. I slowly opened my eyes to see the ground 2in in front of my face.

After processing the fact that I was floating, I gasped and started wiggling as if trying to get out of an invisible grip. I landed (I would say fell, but falling 2in isn't really a fall) and scrambled up to go after Justin again, when I froze and stared in whore at the sight that awaited my eyes.