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Hello to all of you Americans
Chapter 10
School
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I walked down stairs to find everyone already eating. Such hectic mornings, Mondays are. I found Kitty, who looked as though she had been awake through the night. I 'watched' her intently. She seemed to be avoiding Jean. I looked over at Jean, and she seemed to be avoiding Kitty.
The human brain is so primitive.
Scott walked in front of me and said "Would you like something to eat, Yuri? We've got cereal, toast, milk, . . "
'God, just make him shut up!'
I walked over to the nearest outlet I could find and touched it. Bright blue sparks connected me to it. Instantly, I had all of the energy I would need. Scott-child had stopped talking by then. Thank god he is to stupid to realize that I could potentially kill him with a wave of my hand. What an idiot. But then again, I wouldn't be picking on Jean if he weren't around, so I really can't complain.
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School, how I hate it so. Nothing but idiot children milling about, completely oblivious to the fact that there are people out there in the world who would jump at the chance to kill them. I walked into the complex mortified that I was being forced to be there. Jean walked up to me and handed me my schedule. As luck would have it, I got the 'idiot classes'. How wonderful.
As I made my way to my first period class, I stopped by the office to request a locker. Also, as luck would have it, the principal was none other than a mutant-hating fanatic.
"So, you must be the new student from Xavier's place."
"Da, durak devochka."
"Well, I don't speak Russian, but Das vi Danya to you too!"
"Das vi Danya is goodbye."
"Oh, well, in any case, here is your locker number and combination. Have a nice day."
"Sovokuplyat'sya sebya."
"Das vi Danya!"
What an idiot.
I opened the door and walked out. I made my way to my locker when I passed Kurt. "So, how is your day so far?" he asked.
"I've just made a fool out of the principal in a different language. How's yours?"
"You did vas?!"
"I told him he was a little girl, and I told him to fuck himself. And he said 'das vi danya'."
"And you got away vis it?"
"Da, tovarish."
"Cool! I haff got to try zat sometime!"
"Have a blast."
I kept going, making it a point to stay away from the idiot principal. This time, I actually made it to my destination, and proceeded to spin the dial on my locker. I was happily spinning, when out of nowhere, my head was sent flying into the hard metal of my locker. Needless to say, I was pissed.
"Who the hell are you?!"
"The name is Duncan, 'comrade'. And my grandfather was in the military during the cold war."
Here we go.
"And I want to make sure that you guys know that we won."
"Listen, promah, do you wish to keep hugging me like this, or do you wish to preserve your reputation?"
"You are also the ones who got their ass kicked in Afghanistan. We're winning! What does that tell you?"
"It tells me that you are a stupid pig who wished to get a spoon shoved up his ass."
"Are you threatening me with eating utensils?!"
"What do you think?"
The idiot Duncan looked at his friends close by and started snickering.
"The Ruski actually thinks he can take me!"
I had had enough of playing that game. Duncan's eyes turned a light blue as he released his hold of me and stood up straight. He turned, and walked over to his friend. He cocked his fist and let it rip.
I simply chuckled at the display.
I never really like this game of politics. No one is superior in my eyes. Except for maybe mutants, that is.
Being a mutant, I highly support the idea of superiority over these primitive humans. If there was a war, who do you think would win? The mutants would! Its really not that hard to comprehend.
As I dodged the occasional punch coming toward me, I opened my locker and placed my things inside. I then walked toward my next class.
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I made it into the class unharmed, which was very unusual for me. I was very paranoid, looking around every corner, watching for Boris. Or, erm, . . Duncan.
The class was very boring. None other than Duncan Mathews walked into the classroom late, and I simply looked at him through my sunglasses. I don't think he recognized me, or else he might have lashed out. The teacher, his name remains a mystery, began his rant about world powers and the growing terrorist threats. I finally got bored and withdrew my spoon from my wristband. I twirled it lazily in my hand for most of the period. Near the end, it accidentally slipped and made a loud noise on the desk, even though I still had it in my hands.
I could feel the teacher's eyes on me. "I understand your new, and you want to be 'cool' but I think you need to give me the spoon."
"That would be very bad."
"Give me the spoon."
"I don't think you want that"
"I want the spoon."
"And so do I, now back off!"
"GIVE ME THE SPOON!"
Right at that moment, the bell rang. My savior.
"Das vi danya."
He simply glared at me some more.
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Only the first half of the school chapter. Liked it? Hated it? Tell me with that little button down there that says "SUBMIT REVIEW". I much appreciate it.
Until next time,
Das vi danya!
Hello to all of you Americans
Chapter 10
School
*****************************
I walked down stairs to find everyone already eating. Such hectic mornings, Mondays are. I found Kitty, who looked as though she had been awake through the night. I 'watched' her intently. She seemed to be avoiding Jean. I looked over at Jean, and she seemed to be avoiding Kitty.
The human brain is so primitive.
Scott walked in front of me and said "Would you like something to eat, Yuri? We've got cereal, toast, milk, . . "
'God, just make him shut up!'
I walked over to the nearest outlet I could find and touched it. Bright blue sparks connected me to it. Instantly, I had all of the energy I would need. Scott-child had stopped talking by then. Thank god he is to stupid to realize that I could potentially kill him with a wave of my hand. What an idiot. But then again, I wouldn't be picking on Jean if he weren't around, so I really can't complain.
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School, how I hate it so. Nothing but idiot children milling about, completely oblivious to the fact that there are people out there in the world who would jump at the chance to kill them. I walked into the complex mortified that I was being forced to be there. Jean walked up to me and handed me my schedule. As luck would have it, I got the 'idiot classes'. How wonderful.
As I made my way to my first period class, I stopped by the office to request a locker. Also, as luck would have it, the principal was none other than a mutant-hating fanatic.
"So, you must be the new student from Xavier's place."
"Da, durak devochka."
"Well, I don't speak Russian, but Das vi Danya to you too!"
"Das vi Danya is goodbye."
"Oh, well, in any case, here is your locker number and combination. Have a nice day."
"Sovokuplyat'sya sebya."
"Das vi Danya!"
What an idiot.
I opened the door and walked out. I made my way to my locker when I passed Kurt. "So, how is your day so far?" he asked.
"I've just made a fool out of the principal in a different language. How's yours?"
"You did vas?!"
"I told him he was a little girl, and I told him to fuck himself. And he said 'das vi danya'."
"And you got away vis it?"
"Da, tovarish."
"Cool! I haff got to try zat sometime!"
"Have a blast."
I kept going, making it a point to stay away from the idiot principal. This time, I actually made it to my destination, and proceeded to spin the dial on my locker. I was happily spinning, when out of nowhere, my head was sent flying into the hard metal of my locker. Needless to say, I was pissed.
"Who the hell are you?!"
"The name is Duncan, 'comrade'. And my grandfather was in the military during the cold war."
Here we go.
"And I want to make sure that you guys know that we won."
"Listen, promah, do you wish to keep hugging me like this, or do you wish to preserve your reputation?"
"You are also the ones who got their ass kicked in Afghanistan. We're winning! What does that tell you?"
"It tells me that you are a stupid pig who wished to get a spoon shoved up his ass."
"Are you threatening me with eating utensils?!"
"What do you think?"
The idiot Duncan looked at his friends close by and started snickering.
"The Ruski actually thinks he can take me!"
I had had enough of playing that game. Duncan's eyes turned a light blue as he released his hold of me and stood up straight. He turned, and walked over to his friend. He cocked his fist and let it rip.
I simply chuckled at the display.
I never really like this game of politics. No one is superior in my eyes. Except for maybe mutants, that is.
Being a mutant, I highly support the idea of superiority over these primitive humans. If there was a war, who do you think would win? The mutants would! Its really not that hard to comprehend.
As I dodged the occasional punch coming toward me, I opened my locker and placed my things inside. I then walked toward my next class.
{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}
I made it into the class unharmed, which was very unusual for me. I was very paranoid, looking around every corner, watching for Boris. Or, erm, . . Duncan.
The class was very boring. None other than Duncan Mathews walked into the classroom late, and I simply looked at him through my sunglasses. I don't think he recognized me, or else he might have lashed out. The teacher, his name remains a mystery, began his rant about world powers and the growing terrorist threats. I finally got bored and withdrew my spoon from my wristband. I twirled it lazily in my hand for most of the period. Near the end, it accidentally slipped and made a loud noise on the desk, even though I still had it in my hands.
I could feel the teacher's eyes on me. "I understand your new, and you want to be 'cool' but I think you need to give me the spoon."
"That would be very bad."
"Give me the spoon."
"I don't think you want that"
"I want the spoon."
"And so do I, now back off!"
"GIVE ME THE SPOON!"
Right at that moment, the bell rang. My savior.
"Das vi danya."
He simply glared at me some more.
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Only the first half of the school chapter. Liked it? Hated it? Tell me with that little button down there that says "SUBMIT REVIEW". I much appreciate it.
Until next time,
Das vi danya!