The crowded hallway was lined with sky blue lockers on both sides, kids filed in and out of classrooms, while others congregated in their little groups in various areas of the vicinity. She noticed a small group of preppy looking girls gathered around a locker giggling and pointing at the locker. She wanted to go and investigate, something was drawing all of her attention to the group, but she couldn't figure out why.

She noticed a muffled voice escaping through the vents on the locker, followed by a banging noise. Had that group of girls locked someone in that locker? Rogue wanted to go and help, but found her feet rooted to the spot. She felt as if she was in a trance. She watched the girls, with a feeling of anger boiling in her. Suddenly, the strangest thing happened; a girl tumbled out of the locker. What made it so strange was the fact that the locker was still locked shut; the girl appeared to have fallen right through the door!

"That's right," she heard one girl say. "We always knew she was a freak!"

Another voice followed, "Katheryne Pryde was released from school for the remainder of the day, and was coincidentally withdrawn from the school the following day. In a statement, fro-"

Rogue blinked.

Everything was so blurry, but as her surroundings came into focus she realized she was no longer in the crowded hallway at school. She was staring at the tan ceiling of her room, the ceiling fan blowing cool air onto her face.

A voice blared from the radio adjacent to her, ". . .decided to homeschool our daughter. She's very bright for her age, and a computer whiz; we didn't think the school offered a curriculum that could accommodate her appropriately. She was also having issues fitting in."

Another voice began talking, but Rogue, having already sat up, reached over and turned the radio off. She thought for a moment, contemplating her dream.

"The radio must've leaked intah mah dreams," she murmured groggily.

She glanced at the time, it was almost ten minutes past seven.

"Crap!" she groaned. "Ah have tah get ready, and ah haven't a clue how ahm gonna get tah school!"

She threw her covers off and jumped out of bed quickly. She had already made the decision the previous night to wear her new bondage pants and boots for her first day. She hurriedly slipped out of her nighty, throwing it on her bed and dug through her drawers, grabbing her undergarments.

She hopped into the luxurious, well-garnished kitchen, pulling up her pants on the way. A bowl of cereal and a pitcher of milk awaited her at the table, along with a manila folder. She quickly plopped down, poured the milk on her cereal, sloppily splashing milk on the table, and began eating while reviewing the contents of the folder.

Each document in the folder was a neatly organized, one page profile of every known mutant with the X-Men, complete with pictures. The first profile was somewhat shocking. The first photo pictured a normal looking boy who looked like he had dyed his jet back hair blue. The second photo was what she found alarming. It showed a boy of the same height, same face structure, same hair color, but covered in dark blue fur that matched Raven's natural skin color. She also noted, the addition of a pointed tail.

Was that his power? To turn into some sort of demon? After reading over a brief summary of him, she realized the first photo was only a mirage that some gizmo gifted him with. The second photo was his natural form. His ability, however, was teleportation.

"How is cool is that?! Ahm really thinking someone up there don't like meh too much. Raven can shapeshift, some girl can go through walls, and fur ball here can teleport. Ah got shafted," she cried to herself.

She quickly glanced through the other five profiles before sprinting to the bathroom to brush her teeth and apply her make up. She applied her deep purple eye shadow, along with her black eye liner and mascara. She didn't bother with lipstick, she was running out of time, and she never bothered with any other makeup.

She grabbed her backpack, slung it over her left shoulder and headed towards the door. She stole one last glance at the clock, as she picked up her keys. She had fifteen minutes. There was no way she could make it in time taking the bus. Just then, she realized an envelope dangling from her keys.

Furrowing her brow, she ripped it open and removed a key and small piece of paper, causing her to be even more perplexed. Upon reading the message that had been quickly scrawled on the paper, Rogue's jaw dropped.

"Rogue, Here's one more b-day gift, also think of it as a gift of congratulations for the joining the team. I hope you like your new ride to school. You didn't really think I wouldn't take care of your transportation for your first day of school did you?

Love you, Raven"

Without even thinking Rogue ran out the door and punched the button for the elevator. She could hardly contain her excitement. Deciding, she couldn't wait any longer, she opted for the stairs, eagerly running down the steps at a full sprint.

"How will ah know which car is mahne?" she wondered.

Her question was immediately answered as she ran out of the stair well and exited the left wing of the apartments. Rogue could barely keep from drooling, as she howled with excitement. Standing before Rogue, right in front of the doors to the apartments, was a brand new, black, Suzuki; it was even complete with a matching helmet and motorcycle gloves.

Rogue was doubly thankful for the gloves, as she had actually forgotten to put hers on during her hastiness and rush of excitement. She quickly pulled the gloves on and slid the helmet over head. She swung one leg over the bike and hopped on. She wore the biggest grin to ever grace her beautiful face when she fit the key into the ignition and revved the engine.

With a feeling of pure bliss, she sped off into the dark, and foggy morning. As she sped past people, cars, and shops, the lights from the stores and headlights of cars reflected off the wet pavement. It was even her favorite kind of day: dark and rainy. Bayville High was only a few more blocks away, and the knot that had been gripping her stomach was loosened. She had started off to a great morning and couldn't imagine anything ruining her day.

With the high school now in sight, rapidly growing larger in the distance, she began to mentally review the profiles of the students she had looked at.