Disclaimer: I don't own Mutant X. Don't sue me. I put in the disclaimer
like I'm supposed to.
A/N: I promise I'll get to Challenges sometime soon. I've some ideas, so hopefully I'm over my writer's block with it. Now, let's see. To all my reviewers, thank you. To all of those who read, but don't review, please do. One last thing, do any of you know how to make italics and bold stay that way? I have stuff typed in that format and it won't show up on here like that. Please tell me how to fix that problem in a review if you know how.
Classes
Well, I took down the poster. I couldn't do anything else with it. But Mutant X wasn't dead. I should know, being the team's youngest member. But anti- mutant people always have to destroy stuff that supports mutants. So I rolled the poster up, unlocked my door, and walked into my room. Tabitha, I couldn't bring myself to call her Tabby, was sitting on her bed reading one of the most anti- mutant magazines in print. She looked up at me when I dropped my poster on my bed. I asked her if she knew who had ruined it.
"If you hang a poster like that up, what do you expect will happen to it? It's not like New Mutants are human."
I narrowed my eyes at the last comment. Yes, I knew I was sheltered. That didn't mean that I had been sheltered from every hurtful comment. On missions, it was common to hear people talking about us in hateful tones, words, or gestures. It was something a New Mutant has to live with, but that doesn't mean we have to put up with it. So I answered her back.
"Well, the last time I looked, I still had the right to free speech, even though my position is unpopular. I'm an American. The Bill of Rights protects my rights. Besides, what the vandal did was against the law. It's my property, not anyone else's. I want to know who ruined it."
"Sorry, can't help you."
She went back to her magazine. I sighed and started organizing my stuff. I had just started to organize my closet when someone knocked on the door. I answered it and saw the two New Mutants that lived on the floor. I let them in. When my roommate saw them, she jumped up from her bed and walked over to her door.
"When I come back, those freaks had better be gone!"
She slammed the door closed behind her. I shook my head and sat in the desk chair. The two girls sat down on the bed. I looked from one to the other. After a couple of minutes, I asked them what they wanted. They looked at each other. Finally one spoke.
"I'm Kacela, Kay for short. This is Sara. I guess you know that both of us are New Mutants. I'm a canine feral, wolf actually. My dad's a New Mutant, Mom's normal. Sara can turn invisible."
"Yeah, proper term's stealth," Sara added with a grin. "I'm a little shy. I told Kay that we shouldn't come down here, that it's a ploy to get hurt. As for my family, I'm the granddaughter of an original New Mutant, Danielle Hartman. Her daughter, Catherine, is my mother. And in case you're curious, I'm only sixteen. I skipped a couple of grades in elementary school."
"I'm Keitha. I won't hurt you; my roommate might though. She doesn't like New Mutants."
"And you do," Sara said, with just a hint of a question in her voice.
"Considering the fact that I'm a elemental feral myself, yeah, I'd better," I replied. "My parents are Brennan and Shalimar Mulwray."
"You're with Mutant X," Kay stated, looking at my comm ring.
"The youngest member," I said with a grin.
They grinned back at me. We knew that we were going to become close friends. They asked me if I wanted to go down to the cafeteria to get something to eat, but I told them I had already eaten. They left and within five minutes, my roommate came back in.
"Glad to know those freaks are gone. I hope you told them to stay away."
"No, I didn't. We're friends. Sorry, but unlike you, I don't judge people on their DNA. I judge them based on how they treat others."
I sat down at my computer and started chatting to some of the members of the Underground that were online. I spent the rest of the evening doing that. I took my shower in the community bathroom down the hallway. All I have to say about that is 'Welcome to College'. I went to bed at about eleven.
Two days later, classes started. I was taking General Chemistry, the lab that goes with that, English, Calculus, Biology and its lab, and a basic political science course. 17 credit hours. No problem. Biology is easy for me- especially a basic course. All of my classes were going to be easy. I guessed that the one that would give me the most problems was going to be English. Never liked that course. So I showed up early for Biology- my first class of the day.
After we had all settled down, our teacher, Dr. Shapner, told us that she would tolerate no sleeping, eating, drinking, or daydreaming in her class. And she also told us that she does not think that New Mutants are human. She wouldn't let us debate that point.
She said, and I quote, "This is a Biology class, not a Debate class. However, I do believe that there is one being offered the next building over in classroom 318. I will not discuss this anymore."
She started lecturing that day. By the end of the week, I had met all my other teachers. My English teacher was great. Chem.- I had the same teacher for both the lecture and the lab- was okay, just a little strange. My Poly Sci teacher has a great sense of humor. My Bio Lab teacher had a fixation on cows- don't ask me why. The only thing I know about cows is that they're good to eat. So that's that.
My roommate and I are not getting along. She has already asked to be moved twice. The problem is nobody else wants to move yet. And then my Biology teacher made an announcement at the end of class on Friday. A guest speaker is coming next week to talk about genetics and New Mutants. His name: Adam Kane.
A/N: Please R & R. Constructive criticism welcome.
A/N: I promise I'll get to Challenges sometime soon. I've some ideas, so hopefully I'm over my writer's block with it. Now, let's see. To all my reviewers, thank you. To all of those who read, but don't review, please do. One last thing, do any of you know how to make italics and bold stay that way? I have stuff typed in that format and it won't show up on here like that. Please tell me how to fix that problem in a review if you know how.
Classes
Well, I took down the poster. I couldn't do anything else with it. But Mutant X wasn't dead. I should know, being the team's youngest member. But anti- mutant people always have to destroy stuff that supports mutants. So I rolled the poster up, unlocked my door, and walked into my room. Tabitha, I couldn't bring myself to call her Tabby, was sitting on her bed reading one of the most anti- mutant magazines in print. She looked up at me when I dropped my poster on my bed. I asked her if she knew who had ruined it.
"If you hang a poster like that up, what do you expect will happen to it? It's not like New Mutants are human."
I narrowed my eyes at the last comment. Yes, I knew I was sheltered. That didn't mean that I had been sheltered from every hurtful comment. On missions, it was common to hear people talking about us in hateful tones, words, or gestures. It was something a New Mutant has to live with, but that doesn't mean we have to put up with it. So I answered her back.
"Well, the last time I looked, I still had the right to free speech, even though my position is unpopular. I'm an American. The Bill of Rights protects my rights. Besides, what the vandal did was against the law. It's my property, not anyone else's. I want to know who ruined it."
"Sorry, can't help you."
She went back to her magazine. I sighed and started organizing my stuff. I had just started to organize my closet when someone knocked on the door. I answered it and saw the two New Mutants that lived on the floor. I let them in. When my roommate saw them, she jumped up from her bed and walked over to her door.
"When I come back, those freaks had better be gone!"
She slammed the door closed behind her. I shook my head and sat in the desk chair. The two girls sat down on the bed. I looked from one to the other. After a couple of minutes, I asked them what they wanted. They looked at each other. Finally one spoke.
"I'm Kacela, Kay for short. This is Sara. I guess you know that both of us are New Mutants. I'm a canine feral, wolf actually. My dad's a New Mutant, Mom's normal. Sara can turn invisible."
"Yeah, proper term's stealth," Sara added with a grin. "I'm a little shy. I told Kay that we shouldn't come down here, that it's a ploy to get hurt. As for my family, I'm the granddaughter of an original New Mutant, Danielle Hartman. Her daughter, Catherine, is my mother. And in case you're curious, I'm only sixteen. I skipped a couple of grades in elementary school."
"I'm Keitha. I won't hurt you; my roommate might though. She doesn't like New Mutants."
"And you do," Sara said, with just a hint of a question in her voice.
"Considering the fact that I'm a elemental feral myself, yeah, I'd better," I replied. "My parents are Brennan and Shalimar Mulwray."
"You're with Mutant X," Kay stated, looking at my comm ring.
"The youngest member," I said with a grin.
They grinned back at me. We knew that we were going to become close friends. They asked me if I wanted to go down to the cafeteria to get something to eat, but I told them I had already eaten. They left and within five minutes, my roommate came back in.
"Glad to know those freaks are gone. I hope you told them to stay away."
"No, I didn't. We're friends. Sorry, but unlike you, I don't judge people on their DNA. I judge them based on how they treat others."
I sat down at my computer and started chatting to some of the members of the Underground that were online. I spent the rest of the evening doing that. I took my shower in the community bathroom down the hallway. All I have to say about that is 'Welcome to College'. I went to bed at about eleven.
Two days later, classes started. I was taking General Chemistry, the lab that goes with that, English, Calculus, Biology and its lab, and a basic political science course. 17 credit hours. No problem. Biology is easy for me- especially a basic course. All of my classes were going to be easy. I guessed that the one that would give me the most problems was going to be English. Never liked that course. So I showed up early for Biology- my first class of the day.
After we had all settled down, our teacher, Dr. Shapner, told us that she would tolerate no sleeping, eating, drinking, or daydreaming in her class. And she also told us that she does not think that New Mutants are human. She wouldn't let us debate that point.
She said, and I quote, "This is a Biology class, not a Debate class. However, I do believe that there is one being offered the next building over in classroom 318. I will not discuss this anymore."
She started lecturing that day. By the end of the week, I had met all my other teachers. My English teacher was great. Chem.- I had the same teacher for both the lecture and the lab- was okay, just a little strange. My Poly Sci teacher has a great sense of humor. My Bio Lab teacher had a fixation on cows- don't ask me why. The only thing I know about cows is that they're good to eat. So that's that.
My roommate and I are not getting along. She has already asked to be moved twice. The problem is nobody else wants to move yet. And then my Biology teacher made an announcement at the end of class on Friday. A guest speaker is coming next week to talk about genetics and New Mutants. His name: Adam Kane.
A/N: Please R & R. Constructive criticism welcome.