Notes: Hey! Thanks to my first three reviewers, nottheslayer, the wolf child, and my bro Derr, for their extremely encouraging reviews. ^_^ I admit, I showed it off to my two best friends. I COULDN'T HELP IT, SOMEONE'S ACTUALLY READING THIS! And they agreed Lulu's not a Mary Sue, which makes my heart sing. ^_^ Really. Also, side-note: if someone would suggest any better names for the chapters, I'd be muchly grateful, cause I ain't the best at naming things. Anyways, On with the new chapter, yo!
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Chapter IV: My house?!
In my frustration of my mom not being there, coupled with the fact that I was now a mutant (which I had never been against mutants, but then again, back then I had never expected to be one either), and my eye being blinded, it was really to much for me then. I attempted to jump out of the bed, and make a dramatic exit to call my mommy. But of course, like all good plans, it didn't work that way. Instead, I almost flipped the bed over on both me and Mr. Dude; I'd forgotten about my newly acquired wings, and couldn't compensate enough for their weight.
"Whoa there," said Mr. Bob, grabbing the bed before it crushed us, but not before I'd fallen flat on my face. He pushed it back over and chuckled. "Need some help there?"
"No, I don't need help," I snapped back. I hadn't meant to be mean, but I was humiliated. I felt my face flush as I laid there in deperation, trying to help myself up. I still couldn't lift myself up. It was those darn wings. After a few seconds (have I mentioned I'm not a patient person?) I finally gave up, and resided to sulk on the cold, metal floor.
"Are you suuuure you don't need help up," asked Mr. New Annoying Lil Feather. "A phone would be nice," I muttered.
"And you would talk on the floor?"
I gave an irritated sigh. "A phone, a computer. Something to contact my mom with. Please," I asked again as he leaned over to help me up. He helped me back into the bed; I winced, my back felt like it was about to split open again from moving. I eased back into the bed, rubbing my eyes. "I'll be back in a couple, kid," he said, shoving his hand into his pockets. I sat back and looked across the room at the other guy here, the guy laying in the bed. I couldn't see him well, but I knew he was pale, and he had a scar over his eye. Hmm.
I looked over at the nightstand table thingy that held my breakfast tray. There was something else there: a pen. Hallelujah.
I reached over and grabbed the pen.
Clickclickclickclicketyclickclickclickclickclick.
Did I mention that clicking a pen repeatedly is a bad habit of mine?
"That clicking is very unnerving," said an icy voice. I looked up to see a VERY light-skinned Asian woman with long black hair, a single streak of blue going through it to match her eyes.
"Sorry," I muttered, though I hadn't really been sorry. Hey, I was nervous, you can't blame me for that. "Who are you?"
"My friends call me Frosty," she informed. Frosty the Snow Woman. Haha. "Lulu," I said, shaking her hand weakly. I still felt kinda sick, and I was a lil shook up from almost dying by way of MONSTROUSLY BIG METAL BED! Her hand was like...ice, for lack of better metaphor. Or simile. Or analogy or something. I failed literature class. Or was it English? I guess it doesn't really matter now.
"Are you feeling up for some fresh air," she asked. "I could find a wheelchair for you."
While I wasn't crazy about having to be pushed around in a wheelchair, I thought maybe some fresh air would be good for me. Except one thing.
"Um, yeah, that'd be nice but......these hospital gowns aren't the most modest things, ya know," I said, pulling at it as if to prove it. "I think I'll wait. I have to call my mom anyways."
"Oh, there's no need to call your mother, she'll be bringing your things up for you."
Schreeeeeeeeeeech, crash! "Um, what," I had started clicking again. Click click!
She eyed my precious pen as she spoke. "Your mother is bringing your belongings up soon. She said she wanted you to make an easier transition."
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH!
"Um, what again," I said as she snatched my beloved pen away. Precious! Precioussssss......I took instead to rubbing my eye furiously, to rid it of its itch. "Oh, nobody told you. You'll be enrolling here soon; your mother thinks it's best if you stay here til the......well, til things settle down a little," she said, letting out a small sigh at the end. I could see her breath; it wasn't cold in the room, so I assumed that was why they called her Frosty.
I sat back on the bed and sulked, ignoring the pain in my back (can't sulk convincingly if you're wincing) and crossed my arms. "It was nice of her to ask me," I muttered.
She had opened her mouth to say something, but she stopped. Still don't remember why, but whatever. She excused herself quietly and left.
The rest of that day went pretty uneventfully (sorry I don't go into much detail; I actually can't remember much of the rest of the day): I knocked over a table with my wings, knocked over Bobby with my wings, and split the stitches in my back open. Oh, and Mr. Wagner brought me some WordSearches to do. How I love WordSearches. What I wouldn't give for one right now....
So, let's recap that day, shall we? Met Mr. Summers, his wife, Mr. Wagner, Mr. Bob and Ms. Frosty. Ate breakfast (which I don't normally do), ripped my stitches open, ate a fruit cup at dinner (not a lifetime achievement, but I really like fruit cups; ya know, the ones with the fruit in the Jello?) and then attempted to go to sleep after being told that my mom would be there to next day to bring my swag by. I had a few choice words for her. At least, I thought I had...
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Disclaimer: THE X-MEN DO NOT BELONG TO ME, I DO NOT CLAIM TO OWN THEM, THEY BELONG TO MARVEL. Had to get that in there so Marvel wouldn't sue me. Not like I've got any money anyways. ^^;; All the original characters belong to me (Frostbite, Negativity, Rift, Inferno, etc) and you can't use them unless you ask me first. So there. (AishiyuriiKomojo@neo.rr.com)
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Chapter IV: My house?!
In my frustration of my mom not being there, coupled with the fact that I was now a mutant (which I had never been against mutants, but then again, back then I had never expected to be one either), and my eye being blinded, it was really to much for me then. I attempted to jump out of the bed, and make a dramatic exit to call my mommy. But of course, like all good plans, it didn't work that way. Instead, I almost flipped the bed over on both me and Mr. Dude; I'd forgotten about my newly acquired wings, and couldn't compensate enough for their weight.
"Whoa there," said Mr. Bob, grabbing the bed before it crushed us, but not before I'd fallen flat on my face. He pushed it back over and chuckled. "Need some help there?"
"No, I don't need help," I snapped back. I hadn't meant to be mean, but I was humiliated. I felt my face flush as I laid there in deperation, trying to help myself up. I still couldn't lift myself up. It was those darn wings. After a few seconds (have I mentioned I'm not a patient person?) I finally gave up, and resided to sulk on the cold, metal floor.
"Are you suuuure you don't need help up," asked Mr. New Annoying Lil Feather. "A phone would be nice," I muttered.
"And you would talk on the floor?"
I gave an irritated sigh. "A phone, a computer. Something to contact my mom with. Please," I asked again as he leaned over to help me up. He helped me back into the bed; I winced, my back felt like it was about to split open again from moving. I eased back into the bed, rubbing my eyes. "I'll be back in a couple, kid," he said, shoving his hand into his pockets. I sat back and looked across the room at the other guy here, the guy laying in the bed. I couldn't see him well, but I knew he was pale, and he had a scar over his eye. Hmm.
I looked over at the nightstand table thingy that held my breakfast tray. There was something else there: a pen. Hallelujah.
I reached over and grabbed the pen.
Clickclickclickclicketyclickclickclickclickclick.
Did I mention that clicking a pen repeatedly is a bad habit of mine?
"That clicking is very unnerving," said an icy voice. I looked up to see a VERY light-skinned Asian woman with long black hair, a single streak of blue going through it to match her eyes.
"Sorry," I muttered, though I hadn't really been sorry. Hey, I was nervous, you can't blame me for that. "Who are you?"
"My friends call me Frosty," she informed. Frosty the Snow Woman. Haha. "Lulu," I said, shaking her hand weakly. I still felt kinda sick, and I was a lil shook up from almost dying by way of MONSTROUSLY BIG METAL BED! Her hand was like...ice, for lack of better metaphor. Or simile. Or analogy or something. I failed literature class. Or was it English? I guess it doesn't really matter now.
"Are you feeling up for some fresh air," she asked. "I could find a wheelchair for you."
While I wasn't crazy about having to be pushed around in a wheelchair, I thought maybe some fresh air would be good for me. Except one thing.
"Um, yeah, that'd be nice but......these hospital gowns aren't the most modest things, ya know," I said, pulling at it as if to prove it. "I think I'll wait. I have to call my mom anyways."
"Oh, there's no need to call your mother, she'll be bringing your things up for you."
Schreeeeeeeeeeech, crash! "Um, what," I had started clicking again. Click click!
She eyed my precious pen as she spoke. "Your mother is bringing your belongings up soon. She said she wanted you to make an easier transition."
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH!
"Um, what again," I said as she snatched my beloved pen away. Precious! Precioussssss......I took instead to rubbing my eye furiously, to rid it of its itch. "Oh, nobody told you. You'll be enrolling here soon; your mother thinks it's best if you stay here til the......well, til things settle down a little," she said, letting out a small sigh at the end. I could see her breath; it wasn't cold in the room, so I assumed that was why they called her Frosty.
I sat back on the bed and sulked, ignoring the pain in my back (can't sulk convincingly if you're wincing) and crossed my arms. "It was nice of her to ask me," I muttered.
She had opened her mouth to say something, but she stopped. Still don't remember why, but whatever. She excused herself quietly and left.
The rest of that day went pretty uneventfully (sorry I don't go into much detail; I actually can't remember much of the rest of the day): I knocked over a table with my wings, knocked over Bobby with my wings, and split the stitches in my back open. Oh, and Mr. Wagner brought me some WordSearches to do. How I love WordSearches. What I wouldn't give for one right now....
So, let's recap that day, shall we? Met Mr. Summers, his wife, Mr. Wagner, Mr. Bob and Ms. Frosty. Ate breakfast (which I don't normally do), ripped my stitches open, ate a fruit cup at dinner (not a lifetime achievement, but I really like fruit cups; ya know, the ones with the fruit in the Jello?) and then attempted to go to sleep after being told that my mom would be there to next day to bring my swag by. I had a few choice words for her. At least, I thought I had...
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Disclaimer: THE X-MEN DO NOT BELONG TO ME, I DO NOT CLAIM TO OWN THEM, THEY BELONG TO MARVEL. Had to get that in there so Marvel wouldn't sue me. Not like I've got any money anyways. ^^;; All the original characters belong to me (Frostbite, Negativity, Rift, Inferno, etc) and you can't use them unless you ask me first. So there. (AishiyuriiKomojo@neo.rr.com)