The next day I had to wake up early for school. I rushed to the bus stop to find Kurt there waiting. "I still don't know where my bus stop is. And everyone else I know drives or gets a ride. Plus it's more fun this way." We smiled at each other and then started up a conversation in German, with Kurt correcting my German as we went. Finally the bus came and we sat together in the front.

Another uneventful school day went by, with Kurt helping to scare away the stalker at lunch. When Dan seemed to want to linger, we just spoke German again. Dan was under some sort of idea that I was only allowed to speak German to him, so he ran away again. Nobody quite understood how I had managed to learn German, but the ddn't really ask questions.

After school, Kurt and I took his proper bus home, so I could show him which stop was his. Not that I really wanted him to stop coming to mine, but I felt bad that Kurt had to walk all the way. I mean, I could always walk to his. "You wanna come over to my place, there's some friends I want you to meet." "Sure." When we got there, Kurt called "I'm home" and turned off his watch.

He was back to his blue self. "Do they know?" I whispered. "Yeah, see they're kinda, um, special too. You'll see" At that point, a man in a wheelchair rolled up. "This is the professor. Prof., this is her."

The man smiled and said hello, then called for some other people to come down. First was the guy with sunglasses I'd seen earlier, followed by a girl with long red hair. Next, a small girl glided down a nearby staircase, then a girl in gothic clothing with white streaks in her hair. Finally a dark boy with blonde hair.

And they were all staring at me. I instinctively took a step closer to Kurt. I don't really like lots of people watching me, especially strangers. "What's going on?" I whispered, feeling quite scared. The man in the wheelchair spoke. "We're all mutants, don't worry. We want to tell you about ourselves, see if you want to be one of us. Let us show you. Scott." The guy in the sunglasses touched a button on his visor and a laser shot out and exploded a vase. "Jean." The red haired girl touched her own temples and closed her eyes. All the pieces on the floor floated up in the air and then fell into a wastepaper basket. "Kitty." The smallest girl walked straight through a wall and then came back out. "Evan" The blonde boy shot a 2 foot spike out of his palm. It hit the opposing wall. "Rouge can't really demonstrate her powers."

There was a slight pause. "I'm- I'm a mutant too." "Yes, I know. See, I can read minds. When you were here looking for Kurt the other day, I sensed another mutant in the house. I used my mutant finding machine, cerebro, to further find out who you were. I told Kurt to bring you here. Would you mind showing us your power?"

"Um, yeah. You got a book I could use? Preferably one with German grammar." "It's over on the bookshelf. Jean, you wanna…" "No let me." I levitated it over and it hardly shook at all that time. Then I started reading the book. It wasn't very thick. It took me about half a minute. Then I turned to Kurt and started talking to him in German. From the way he looked, I could tell it was pretty much dead on. "I couldn't have done that yesterday. When I was showing Kurt my power I used them to read my German dictionary. And now, well, I seem to know German. I don't know how to show it, but I can also remember everything, every part of my life."

"Trust me, she does." Kurt piped in. "And I can also read other peoples memories. Want me to show you." Scott stepped forward and offered to give a memory. "Focus on one specifically, one that everyone would know."

I put my hands to his temple. The room in the memory had sort of a reddish quality. There was a group of mutants, some I must not have met yet. The professor was stand at the front talking. "Bayville has found out our secret. My informants have told me that soon they'll be coming to try to get us. To avoid public confrontation, we must leave, and soon. We'll be moving in 2 days so you all should start packing now. We'll be moving to somewhere in Illinois called Warrenville."

I pulled my hands away and looked around. "Scott, do you always see in red?"

"Yeah. That alone should prove it."

"Well if you need more, you moved from Bayville, and you had 2 days before you moved."

"Yep, that proves it." Said Kurt. "Though I already knew it was true." He smiled at me. "Yes, she is indeed a mutant. Now, you are invited to stay here for training to better use your powers. You should go ask your parents and see what they think about it." Said the professor. "OK, Kurt, you wanna come with me?" He nodded and with a bamf we were back in my room. "You should probably wait here." He nodded. My parents were sitting in the living room. "Uh, mom, dad, I gotta tell you something. I'm a mutant, see watch." I levitated a book on the table.

They just stared. Then my mom stood up. "Out you little freak. Get out of my house. You'd better be gone in an hour." I turned and ran downstairs. "K-Kurt, they'ved kicked me out."

"Oh, Don't worry, Its ok. The professor did say you could stay with us. It'l be more fun this way." He hugged me as I nodded. "You wanna help me move my stuff?" "Of course." We ran up to the attic and grabbed some empty boxes, plus my birth certificate and a few pictures of my siblings. "I've cleaned this whole attic. Hey, I got an idea, wanna help me?" We pushed all the organized boxes into the stairwell, clogging it so no one could get in, then dumped out the rest."

We then returned to my room. I packed my clothes in one box and books and other trinkets in another. I put school stuff in my backpack. Then Kurt and I linked arms, grabbed a box each and we were gone with a bamf. We instantly reappeared in a large, nice looking room. Jean was in there doing her homework at the desk.

"The Prof. said you should bunk with Jean." Kurt told me. Jean pointed to the furniture on the other side of the room. "You can put your stuff there. If you need any help, just ask."

Kurt helped me unpack, joking around as we did so. "Wait till you see the danger room. If we scare you now, then you'll be running for the door by then." "How could anything that involves something blue and fluffy scare me? What exactly is this "Danger room" anyway? It sounds…dangerous. Ach! Don't hit me with a pillow I was only joking. Here, I can leech some memories off you to find out."

I put my hands to his forehead and got some images of lasers, spinning blades, and other such deadly weaponry. "That's supposed to help us train? More likely kill us. Besides, I'm not sure how my powers would be able to defend me from lasers." Scott poked his head in the door. "Hey, Nightcrawler, your turn to help with dinner. C'mon." "Who's Nightcrawler? You? You look more like a 'Fluffball' to me."

He hit me with a pillow again. "Do I get a cool nickname too? How 'bout Memory? Corny, I know, but sums it up pretty well." Having finished packing already, I followed Kurt down to help him cook.

That night it took me ages to get to sleep. Too many memories, and with me they're not exactly easy to forget. When I finally did fall asleep, I dreamed of my parents that afternoon, in a sort of a loop. The memory kept restarting itself.

After the third time, I heard a small surprised scream. I shot awake, the memories ending. "Wassamatter?" I asked groggily.