She-Elf-15: Ok, so, people want me to continue, and it feels good to know people read my writings. The problem is, is that I don't have anymore ideas left in this mind of mine, so if anyone has any ideas that they would like to share, feel free. And thank you to the people that reviewed. I didn't know anyone but the 4 reviewers that reviewed before read it. Thanks soo much!
Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men Evo, or Teresa, cuz she is a friend of mine, and, Amanda, is someone, but not Amanda Sefton. Thanks for listening...^____^
"Talking"
'Thinking'
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*flash-backs*
"I'm sorry, I don't know my way around yet." Amanda said as, she folded her legs under her. Kurt, or so she thought, stiffened a yawn. "I'm Amanda, you are?" She asked, placing her hands on the bench. "I'm Kurt. So...Vhat are you doing up so late anyway?" He asked, sitting down next to her on the bench. "Oh, uh.. I had a bad dream, and I wanted to get some water or, something from the kitchen. Then, I teleported to your room, and then , out here, so I decided to take a walk to get some fresh air." She said, sighing, moving a piece of hair out of her face. "Ah..." Kurt said, as if he totally understood the memories that the dream had brought back. "Vell, I think that you should get some more rest, and not to stay out here to long, we are not supposed to be out this late, and after hours." He said, standing up, and moving towards the building. With a wave, and a good bye, he went back inside. ' So...That was Kurt...' Amanda thought, as she stood up, and stretched.
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'I see that Xavier has recruited another mutant..' Mystique thought, as she gazed at Amanda walked back to the institute. ' We'll see about that...' she thought, as she turned into an ally cat, and ran away.
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Amanda fiddled with the necklace that her mother gave her. It wasn't that she didn't like Shakespeare, in fact, she loved it... But just the way the teacher read it...My goodness...How much more boring could this class get? Obviously she wasn't alone; the rest of the class was either listening to music secretly, or just not paying attention. 'Lord,' she thought, 'save me from the boredom...' she thought sarcastically. "Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet-"
The teacher was cut off, as Mrs. Darkholme, the principle, knocked on the door and came in. "Yes, Mrs. Darkholme? How may I help you?" Mr. Frenchie asked. (AN: I have noooo idea who the teacher is, so I made up a name...) She nodded, as the students became hopeful that she came to take them away from this horrid class. Even if they were going to be suspended. "Why, yes, you can. I have come to barrow Miss. Dayz from your class for a bit, hope you won't mind, will you?" Mrs. Darkholme asked, smiling.(AN: I have noooo idea what last name I gave Amanda, so, I put Dayz...) Amanda thanked God silently, as she got her stuff, and walked out of the classroom.
As they approached the principle's office, Amanda wondered what she did already. It was her first day of school for crimanie's sacks! "Miss Dayz!" Mrs. Darkholme snapped, as Amanda came jolting out of her daze. "Huh? oh.. Oh! Sorry!" Amanda said, sitting up straight in her chair. "Miss Dayz," Darkholme started off, " You just transferred to Charles Xavier's school for gifted youngsters, did you not?" She asked, as Amanda nodded. " Yes...why?" Amanda said, fiddling with her necklace again. "I don't think you can trust them, I mean, their the wrong crowd, and you wouldn't want to get into trouble like that." Amanda looked at her as if she had gone nuts, she seriously needed to get out more. Mystique could tell that she really didn't care at all. "Yes, but they also plan on sending you back..." Darkholme whispered. Amanda looked up. "What? What are you talking about? What do you mean 'plan on sending you back?'" Amanda asked, putting her elbow on the armrest, and putting her chin in her hand. "Yes, they said that it was a mistake, and are going to send you back." Darkholme said, leaning foreword. "But they seemed so nice, I mean the Prof. was really nice, and.. and.. I didn't think that they would send me back.." Amanda said, drifting off into thought of what she should do. " Well, you could stay with some of my friends, I think they would be all too happy to let you stay." Darkholme said, smiling. "Really? They w-would let me stay with them?" Amanda asked. She never knew that someone could be so nice to her, well... that's what she thought with Xavier and his institute. "Oh yes, of course they would. Come to think of it, I think the main person there is at lunch right now...Hold on..." Darkholme said, calling up her secretary, "Ah, Mrs. McDonald, would you please send for Mr. Pietro Maximoff please?" Darkholme said, as Mrs. McDonald nodded, and headed for the door. A few seconds later, the door flew open, as a boy with white hair stopped next to the principle, leaning on her desk. " Yeah Mrs. D?" He said fast as he taped his fingers on the desk. "Pietro, this is Amanda, she will be living with you for the time being. Show her the ropes, and inform her on Xavier's school." Darkholme said, standing up from behind her desk. Pietro looked at his new housemate. Amanda wore dark blue jeans, and a black 3/4-sleeve shirt that dipped at the neck, she wore her cross necklace, and her locket, and black boots. 'She might fit in..' "Yeah whatever. " He said fast again. "Good, I will leave you two to talk about housing situations, and such, and show her to the others that live there, Pietro." She said, as she waved, and left.
"So, you from the Institute?" He asked, (AN: he'll always talk semi-fast unless I say diff. K?) as Amanda got up from the chair, and picked up her bag. "Yeah, where do you live?" She asked, as she made her way to the door. "Close to here, with some other people." Pietro said. "So why are you coming to live with us, instead of the goody peoples in the institute?" He asked. Amanda slowed down much to his dismay, but picked up speed, "They were going to send me back to where I'm from.." Amanda said, "So Mrs. Darkholme offered me to stay with you. And sense I didn't want to go back to the orphanage in Ireland, I agreed." Amanda said, smiling, as Pietro looked at her. " You're from Ireland?" Amanda nodded. "Yep! Loved the beautiful ocean view there too, it's a beautiful place, it is." She smiled, and picked up her speed, seeing is that Pietro was ahead of her. "Sounds nice.." He said, looking at her, and smiled. (AN: This is NOT a Pietro+ OC fic!) The bell rang, as kids started piling out of their classrooms. Scott, and Jean walked out of their classroom, as Jean saw Amanda laugh at joke that Pietro said. "Scott, look, its Amanda, and she's with Pietro." Jean said, pointing to them. "Hey, your right, but why is Amanda hanging around with him?" Scott asked, as they walked up to them. "Hey, Pietro, stay away from her, she's with us." Scott said, turning Pietro around. Amanda looked at Scott, " Leave us alone backstabbers!" Pietro whipped his hand off his shoulder. "Yeah Summers, leave us alone." Pietro said, walking away. "Amanda! Wait!" Jean said, running up to Amanda. "Amanda, Don't hang around with them." she said. Amanda moved away from her. " I no longer live with the institute. I'm with the Brotherhood." Amanda said, walking away with Pietro looking back, and smiling really big.
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Guys like I said, this is not a Pietro + OC fic. I know...now she's in the Brotherhood, but the story will get better!
She-Elf-15
