Teacher Training
By Todd Fan
Disclaimer: "I have a son who's deaf, a son in a coma, and a daughter who's as ugly as sin"
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Hazah my faithfull reviewers. Okay, first of all, i would like to appologise for my Alabama comment. I thought there were Aligators there..that's what the wildlife book said, obviously it was wrong, bad book!. Astria, Forge is indeed a Cheyenne, not only that, in the comics he was a Cheyenne Shaman. Don't worry everyone, there will be a story on what happened in the mansion while these guys were away, but it'll come out after i finished this, for obvious reasons. Sorry this is so late i was an ill Todd Fan, and, as you can see, i was working on my pardoy, go read it, i like this one ;)
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Chapter 12 - Inner-Angst
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Forge opened one sleepy eye, man, he had a headache. It was like he had been up all sleep-inven.....his eye focused on a lump of metal in front of him.
"Awww man, not again", he said, burrying his head under the pillow.
He pulled himself up to a sitting position, catching something shaking in the corner of his eye. He turned to see Hank, hugging his knees, his eyes wide with fear....it looked like he had been that way all night.
"Errr....Hank?".
Hank turned his head slowly to look at Forge.
"You made that last night", he said in a small voice, "it was scary".
"Yeah....i did warn you", said Forge, "hey, you got a stick or stomething?. I don't wanna touch it".
Hank looked at him blankly.
"No", he said, "no i don't".
Forge sighed, getting up and walking over to the bathroom, banging on the door.
"I'll be out in a minute", came Jason's voice.
"You'd better make youself invisible, 'cause i'm coming in in five seconds, i need the shower-rail", said Forge, "one, two, three....".
He trailled off, seeing a rabbit by his foot. He took a step back and looked behind him. There were rabbits on the floor, on the chairs, on the beds on the table, there were rabbits EVERYWHERE!. Forge whimpered and backed into a wall.
"Sooooo not groovy, Jason".
Hank cocked his head to the side, seeing Forge recoil in terror from thin air...maybe it was a side-effect of the sleep-inventing.
"Forge?".
Forge suddenly gave a yell of terror, leapt over something invisible and ran out of the door.
"Heh heh heh", came Jasons voice from inside the bathroom.
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At breakfast, Warren was grieveing. Apparently, Cookie had got hungry after trying to eat Logan, and so had decided to eat her little brother Candy (who, unbeknownst to Warren, was actually the fake-Candy). Warren had woken up to smashed egg shells, and nothing more.
"I know it was because she was hungry", he said sadly, "but that some real sibling rivarly there".
"Errr...Warren?", said Xavier slowly, pointing at a patch in Warren's wing where a load of feathers had come out, "what happened there?".
"Oh, she was just making a nest", said Warren with a light chuckle, "she just janked a few feathers out with her teeth, she was cold. I'll heal".
"You are one wigged out.....", sarted Forge, but was cut off by giggling.
Everyone turned to see Clint resting his chin on Storm's shoulder, offering her a single rose. Storm was blushing and giggling like a school-girl.
"Ugh, love", said Mystique, rolling her eyes as Clint nuzzled up to Ororo, "makes you want to puke, doesn't it?".
"So, he wasn't eaten by a fifty-foot locust of death?", asked Forge with a sigh.
"No", said Magneto, "but i'm starting to see a connection between you dreaming vividly and you sleep-inventing".
"Ooooh, maybe your new gizmo is a Clint-killing...thing", said Mystique, "you should test it on him".
"Don't tempt me", said Forge darkly.
*****
It wasn't long before everyone had gathered for class, Mystqiue having to forcibly remove Storm from Clint. Gelder was happily pacing in front of them and announced theur next class theme.
"Getting in touch with your inner teenager".
"I've been stuck with my 'outer teenager' for 20 godamn years!", muttered Forge.
"Wow, you're cranky this morning", said Logan, "an' i thought Rogue was nasty".
Forge gave Logan a glare that made him give a small noise and back off.
"Now then", said Gelder happily, "once again, go into your teams, one of you will be the adult, and the rest of you will be teenagers. You will each get a card, the person who's card has the black spot on it will be the adult, and thus in charge of catering for your teenage-charge's needs".
Logan flipped his card over, seeing a black dot.
"Awwww hell!!!".
"Okay people", said Gelder, "time to act".
Logan turned to see the others smiling evily at him....this wasn't going to be fun. Xavier moved over first, a look of villianous porportions on his face.
"Can i get a tattoo?", he asked, pointing to the side of his head, "i want a rattlesnake riiiiiiight here".
Logan blinked.
"Err....i'll think about it", he said.
"HUH!", said Warren indignantly, "when I asked you, you said no. You obviously love Charles more than me. That's faveoritism that is!!!!".
"Yeah, well he doesn't even CARE about me", said Sabertooth, suddenly whimpering, "no one does....everybody hates me".
Sabertooth started to cry and Magneto walked up.
"So, i decided to join a band", he said, "we're gonna be called Snot-Rag Millienum! Cool, huh?".
"That's...errr....nice", said Logan, putting on a fake smile.
"Does this mean i can have a car?", asked Mystique hopefully.
"Errr....no", said Logan, "not just yet".
"But...all the other kids have cars!", said Mystique, "i HATE you!!!!".
"I hate you too!!!", said Warren.
"How do i get girls to go out with me?", asked Hank, "there's a really pretty girl, but i don't know how to ask her out".
"I'm gonna go and take my squease to this groovy party", said Forge, smiling and holding his hand out to Logan, "can i bum some bread dude?".
Logan blinked several times....he hadn't got a CLUE what Forge had just said, but his brain didn't have time to process it as Jason cast him a paniked look.
"All the other kids pick on me", he said, "i'm never gonna be in the popular crowd. They say i look like a monkey!. Monkey-Boy is what they yell, and they trip me up!!".
"I feel for you, man", said Sabertooth, still sniffling, "no one cares for teenagers. They think we are all biker-hooligans!".
"Awwww shut-up wimp!", said Xavier, "or i'll run you down in my chopper!".
"Thats abuse!!!!", said Sabertooth, "see that? That. Is. Abuse!".
Logan was starting to get a head-ache, he looked at the other groups 'adults', they all seemed to be dealing with their 'teenagers' problems easily.
"I feel like i'm stuck in an episode of Dawsons Creek", he muttered, "....from Hell".
"So...about my car", said Mystique, giving him a poke on the shoulder.
"Forget your car!", said Magneto, "what about my band?. Can we practise in the garage?".
"I tried calling her house, but i kept losing the nerve and hanging up", from Hank
"They locked me upside down in my locker yesterday", said Jason, "no one let me out until fourth period".
"Dude", said Forge, "i can't take a foxy babe out to boogie without any bread!".
Logan blinked, there was that bread word again. He thought for a second, okay, time to deal with this. He quickly dove into his pocket, giving Forge a 10 dollar bill.
"Bougart", muttered Forge.
"Take it or leave it", he said, then looked at Sabertooth, "pull yaself together", to Jason - "stick up fer yerself", to Magneto - "ya can play in the garage until eight PM, no later", to Warren - "get over yerself", to Mystique - "get a job, buy your own car", to Xavier - "ya can do whatever the hell ya like to ya body once ya turn 18", to Hank- "take the plunge, worse she can do is say no".
He turned to Storm, who had been very very quiet. He smiled, this one was easy, she was giving him some mercy, good 'ol Ororo. It was then that she hit him with the cherry on top of the cake.
"I think you're dreamy", she said, fluttering her eyelashes at him.
"Get a boyfriend!!!", shouted Logan, backing off, evil, evil Ororo.
"And stop", shouted Gelder.
"Oh thank God!", said Logan, storming out of the room.
"Mr Logan...Mr Logan come back", called Gelder, "class isn't over yet, Mr Logan. We need to talk about what we've learned.....".
"HELL NO!", came Logan's voice, "i'm going to get drunk".
"But...Mr Logan, it's only Two PM", said Gelder, but she was not answered.
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Yup, it feels good to be able to write again :) Anyway, as you can see, my next parody is up, and for those waiting for my Todd/Kitty fic, good news, it'll be up tomorrrow, yey!. Do review. Until next time....
By Todd Fan
Disclaimer: "I have a son who's deaf, a son in a coma, and a daughter who's as ugly as sin"
***
Hazah my faithfull reviewers. Okay, first of all, i would like to appologise for my Alabama comment. I thought there were Aligators there..that's what the wildlife book said, obviously it was wrong, bad book!. Astria, Forge is indeed a Cheyenne, not only that, in the comics he was a Cheyenne Shaman. Don't worry everyone, there will be a story on what happened in the mansion while these guys were away, but it'll come out after i finished this, for obvious reasons. Sorry this is so late i was an ill Todd Fan, and, as you can see, i was working on my pardoy, go read it, i like this one ;)
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Chapter 12 - Inner-Angst
****
Forge opened one sleepy eye, man, he had a headache. It was like he had been up all sleep-inven.....his eye focused on a lump of metal in front of him.
"Awww man, not again", he said, burrying his head under the pillow.
He pulled himself up to a sitting position, catching something shaking in the corner of his eye. He turned to see Hank, hugging his knees, his eyes wide with fear....it looked like he had been that way all night.
"Errr....Hank?".
Hank turned his head slowly to look at Forge.
"You made that last night", he said in a small voice, "it was scary".
"Yeah....i did warn you", said Forge, "hey, you got a stick or stomething?. I don't wanna touch it".
Hank looked at him blankly.
"No", he said, "no i don't".
Forge sighed, getting up and walking over to the bathroom, banging on the door.
"I'll be out in a minute", came Jason's voice.
"You'd better make youself invisible, 'cause i'm coming in in five seconds, i need the shower-rail", said Forge, "one, two, three....".
He trailled off, seeing a rabbit by his foot. He took a step back and looked behind him. There were rabbits on the floor, on the chairs, on the beds on the table, there were rabbits EVERYWHERE!. Forge whimpered and backed into a wall.
"Sooooo not groovy, Jason".
Hank cocked his head to the side, seeing Forge recoil in terror from thin air...maybe it was a side-effect of the sleep-inventing.
"Forge?".
Forge suddenly gave a yell of terror, leapt over something invisible and ran out of the door.
"Heh heh heh", came Jasons voice from inside the bathroom.
****
At breakfast, Warren was grieveing. Apparently, Cookie had got hungry after trying to eat Logan, and so had decided to eat her little brother Candy (who, unbeknownst to Warren, was actually the fake-Candy). Warren had woken up to smashed egg shells, and nothing more.
"I know it was because she was hungry", he said sadly, "but that some real sibling rivarly there".
"Errr...Warren?", said Xavier slowly, pointing at a patch in Warren's wing where a load of feathers had come out, "what happened there?".
"Oh, she was just making a nest", said Warren with a light chuckle, "she just janked a few feathers out with her teeth, she was cold. I'll heal".
"You are one wigged out.....", sarted Forge, but was cut off by giggling.
Everyone turned to see Clint resting his chin on Storm's shoulder, offering her a single rose. Storm was blushing and giggling like a school-girl.
"Ugh, love", said Mystique, rolling her eyes as Clint nuzzled up to Ororo, "makes you want to puke, doesn't it?".
"So, he wasn't eaten by a fifty-foot locust of death?", asked Forge with a sigh.
"No", said Magneto, "but i'm starting to see a connection between you dreaming vividly and you sleep-inventing".
"Ooooh, maybe your new gizmo is a Clint-killing...thing", said Mystique, "you should test it on him".
"Don't tempt me", said Forge darkly.
*****
It wasn't long before everyone had gathered for class, Mystqiue having to forcibly remove Storm from Clint. Gelder was happily pacing in front of them and announced theur next class theme.
"Getting in touch with your inner teenager".
"I've been stuck with my 'outer teenager' for 20 godamn years!", muttered Forge.
"Wow, you're cranky this morning", said Logan, "an' i thought Rogue was nasty".
Forge gave Logan a glare that made him give a small noise and back off.
"Now then", said Gelder happily, "once again, go into your teams, one of you will be the adult, and the rest of you will be teenagers. You will each get a card, the person who's card has the black spot on it will be the adult, and thus in charge of catering for your teenage-charge's needs".
Logan flipped his card over, seeing a black dot.
"Awwww hell!!!".
"Okay people", said Gelder, "time to act".
Logan turned to see the others smiling evily at him....this wasn't going to be fun. Xavier moved over first, a look of villianous porportions on his face.
"Can i get a tattoo?", he asked, pointing to the side of his head, "i want a rattlesnake riiiiiiight here".
Logan blinked.
"Err....i'll think about it", he said.
"HUH!", said Warren indignantly, "when I asked you, you said no. You obviously love Charles more than me. That's faveoritism that is!!!!".
"Yeah, well he doesn't even CARE about me", said Sabertooth, suddenly whimpering, "no one does....everybody hates me".
Sabertooth started to cry and Magneto walked up.
"So, i decided to join a band", he said, "we're gonna be called Snot-Rag Millienum! Cool, huh?".
"That's...errr....nice", said Logan, putting on a fake smile.
"Does this mean i can have a car?", asked Mystique hopefully.
"Errr....no", said Logan, "not just yet".
"But...all the other kids have cars!", said Mystique, "i HATE you!!!!".
"I hate you too!!!", said Warren.
"How do i get girls to go out with me?", asked Hank, "there's a really pretty girl, but i don't know how to ask her out".
"I'm gonna go and take my squease to this groovy party", said Forge, smiling and holding his hand out to Logan, "can i bum some bread dude?".
Logan blinked several times....he hadn't got a CLUE what Forge had just said, but his brain didn't have time to process it as Jason cast him a paniked look.
"All the other kids pick on me", he said, "i'm never gonna be in the popular crowd. They say i look like a monkey!. Monkey-Boy is what they yell, and they trip me up!!".
"I feel for you, man", said Sabertooth, still sniffling, "no one cares for teenagers. They think we are all biker-hooligans!".
"Awwww shut-up wimp!", said Xavier, "or i'll run you down in my chopper!".
"Thats abuse!!!!", said Sabertooth, "see that? That. Is. Abuse!".
Logan was starting to get a head-ache, he looked at the other groups 'adults', they all seemed to be dealing with their 'teenagers' problems easily.
"I feel like i'm stuck in an episode of Dawsons Creek", he muttered, "....from Hell".
"So...about my car", said Mystique, giving him a poke on the shoulder.
"Forget your car!", said Magneto, "what about my band?. Can we practise in the garage?".
"I tried calling her house, but i kept losing the nerve and hanging up", from Hank
"They locked me upside down in my locker yesterday", said Jason, "no one let me out until fourth period".
"Dude", said Forge, "i can't take a foxy babe out to boogie without any bread!".
Logan blinked, there was that bread word again. He thought for a second, okay, time to deal with this. He quickly dove into his pocket, giving Forge a 10 dollar bill.
"Bougart", muttered Forge.
"Take it or leave it", he said, then looked at Sabertooth, "pull yaself together", to Jason - "stick up fer yerself", to Magneto - "ya can play in the garage until eight PM, no later", to Warren - "get over yerself", to Mystique - "get a job, buy your own car", to Xavier - "ya can do whatever the hell ya like to ya body once ya turn 18", to Hank- "take the plunge, worse she can do is say no".
He turned to Storm, who had been very very quiet. He smiled, this one was easy, she was giving him some mercy, good 'ol Ororo. It was then that she hit him with the cherry on top of the cake.
"I think you're dreamy", she said, fluttering her eyelashes at him.
"Get a boyfriend!!!", shouted Logan, backing off, evil, evil Ororo.
"And stop", shouted Gelder.
"Oh thank God!", said Logan, storming out of the room.
"Mr Logan...Mr Logan come back", called Gelder, "class isn't over yet, Mr Logan. We need to talk about what we've learned.....".
"HELL NO!", came Logan's voice, "i'm going to get drunk".
"But...Mr Logan, it's only Two PM", said Gelder, but she was not answered.
****
Yup, it feels good to be able to write again :) Anyway, as you can see, my next parody is up, and for those waiting for my Todd/Kitty fic, good news, it'll be up tomorrrow, yey!. Do review. Until next time....