So…I liked those last ones. Didn't you? Hope you did. Now, for all of my time used on here, I've calculated that you all owe me over $359.74...pay up! LOL I'm just being a loser. What would I charge you for? Nothing. Cause there is no ink and paper to use. Only this cool thing called a computer. And my brilliant mind of course…Ignore my stupidness please. But, I want you to keep reading, and sending reviews. Thanks…hope you like this one.

I don't own the X-Men. I'm telling you something that you should know. Cause my name is not Stan, and I didn't create anything that genius. Sadness……

In bed, I stared into the depths of space through the large plate glass window. It was just entrancing to be there and experience this. My emotions were awry and mixed. But they were nice and fun to experience once in awhile. If only I could share this with someone that loved me. Or someone that cared about me, for my life, and my feelings, and someone with the same aesthetic sense. That would be heaven and beyond for me.

Eventually, I felt my eyes droop gently closed, so I pulled my covers up close, and let my slumber come peacefully. It did, but the sleeping part was fitful. I had another dream…

"Maddy dear! I need your help please!" my fathers voice rang from the kitchen. I ran in, dressed in a tank top and jeans with holes in the knees, and a mile wide smile. "Yeah dad?" I asked bending down to see him under the sink. "Babes, I need you to go out to the garage and get me my tool box. It's the red one in the back on the top shelf."

"Sure. I'll be right back." I dashed out the side door, and into the garage. My twelve year old self was a normal twelve year old girl. I was tall, thin, with long blonde hair, and green eyes. I was normal I guess. I loved my family, and where I was. I had a lot of friends, even a few guy friends that were vying for my attention. I liked my life.

In the garage, I stood looking up at a rusted red toolbox. It stared back down, as if to say, "Oh, it's me you want? Well, you can't get me." I grinned as if I had actually heard it say that in a gruff, rambly voice, and grabbed a cooler. I set it at the foot of the shelf and stood on it to reach better. My hands stretched upward, and I came to stand on my tippy toes. As I set my fingers on the grumbly box, my hands began to glow and burn. Glow and burn? I shrieked as the glowing became brighter and an invisible force knocked me over. Suddenly, there was an incredible display of black orbs and boomerang shaped forces. From my hands. I screamed as they continued to explode from my burning hands. Then I was outside as my garage burst into flame and exploded. I cried out and ran to the house. And at that second, my father ran out.

"What the hell is this!? What did you do!?" he roared, grabbing me as to shield me from the explosion. "I-I don't know! My hands!" I cried. He took them into his and looked at them, still glowing. Still burning. I pulled away as they burned with a power that scared me. Then I was in my room, then on the roof, then back by the garage, then in the kitchen, back in the yard, until my dad grabbed me again and held on to me. I kept going. With my dad holding on, screaming for me to stop. "I can't!" I sobbed. Then I did. We were in my room. I sat on the floor and sobbed into a pillow as my dad paced around quickly, muttering. "Daddy? What's wrong with me!?"

He didn't answer. He left instead. Left me there crying, confused and in pain.

I didn't know what was happening, but the fire department was here now, and my father was really pissed. I stayed in my room, he looked angry at me. This wasn't my fault. I didn't know what was even going on. But I was about to find out.

The next morning, I stayed in my room as I listened to my mother and father fight for the first time in my life. After the fireworks had died down among them, I heard them come upstairs. The footsteps stopped at my door, and I gulped. "Madison," my mother called through the door, "honey, we're coming in to talk to you okay?"

"Yeah. Come in," I said quietly. And in a confused tone, they never stopped at the door, they were acting weird. Today, they both looked like hell. They both had bags under their eyes, which were bloodshot, and their hair was messy. They sat on my bed, and I stood by my window. "So, you want to talk about yesterday? Right? Cause I don't know what ha-"

"Madison. We have some hard news to tell you. And we want you to understand what action we will take. And we don't want you to be upset either."

"What, is it that bad?" I asked with some panic in my voice. "Well dear, we've figured out that you are a mutant. And we can't have anybody knowing this. We can't let them know that we gave birth to a freak." A freak? But, they love me. They do! "Mom, dad? You-you still love me. Right? I mean, this thing that happened to me for no reason at all isn't going to make you love me less is it?" They looked at each other, and then at me, and frowned. "We still love you doll. You're our daughter."

"But you want to hide something from the rest of the people cause you're ashamed. Of your own daughter. That doesn't fit."

"Don't get smart with us. Now, we don't know what this whole mutant thing is, but whatever it is, we don't want anymore of it. No nonsense. At all. Or-or you're in a hell of a lot of trouble."

I didn't answer. This didn't seem right. A 12 year old with powers. And parents that hate her all of a sudden for it. What's the deal? What's with them? They left me there, and I cried. Like any 12 year old would I she were all of a sudden given up on by her parents.

I stirred in my bed, and groaned. Why was I having these dreams? Why can't I be left alone!? I'm away from everybody now, and I'm semi-happy. But certain things just wont be left alone it seems. So I sat up in bed and looked around. Still, everything was gorgeous and bright on the moon. All of a sudden, my computer began to beep. I ran to it and clicked on to the screen. It was Pietro again. I looked at a clock and smiled. "You're up late Pietro." His milky face lit up in a smile, whereupon he yawned. "You are too Mads."

"Yeah, cause I had a bad dre-" I caught myself before saying what had happened again in the same day. "A bad what?" I shook my head and looked at him with bright eyes. "Nothing."

"Ok. Well, how is everything up there?" he yawned, again. "Wonderful. I'm pretty happy actually. I miss you though," I said sincerely. His face turned from happy to-shocked. Why shocked? "You-you miss me?" he questioned. "Yeah. I miss having somebody that cares part of the way about me. I miss hugging you. Kissing too. But I wish you were here to share this place with me." He grinned now and shrugged. "We'll be up there in a week. We got all of our work done, well, almost all of it, but yeah, a week."

"Oh great! I can't wait to see you." He smiled wide now, as if he actually cared, and enjoyed this lovey dovey crap. "Mads, I really do care about you. That's why I don't want to see you hurt. That's why I helped you out, and made you happy. Cause I do like you a lot."

"Thanks Pietro. I like you a lot too. Of course." Can you believe that in my mind, I wanted to say that I loved him? What was I thinking? It must be because I'm so tired. "Pietro, I'm gonna get back to bed. I'm beat."

"Sure. I'll talk to you tomorrow." He smiled and leaned forward to kiss the web cam. I laughed and called him a dork, then did the same. "Night babes." He signed off, and I did too. Night Pietro…

The next morning, I didn't get out of bed. Even though an alarm clack was blaring somewhere. I rolled over, amongst my tangle of covers, and shot a hex at my alarm clock. It stopped and I rolled back over. I was trapped in the serenity of space again. It was enthralling.

But, I felt like crap. I didn't feel like doing anything but staying in bed. So, I did. I put on some music first, then crawled back in bed and pulled the covers over my head. That was better.

Still in bed at noon, though it felt like nighttime, why wouldn't it in space, I was in agony. I couldn't get anything out of my mind. The dreams were reoccurring, even producing new ones, and my music had stopped. I was too lazy to get out of bed. So I stayed there, humming, and singing some of my songs. My computer beeped again, but I didn't answer it. I didn't want to do anything. Even if it was Pietro. Though I longed for him so.

"Madison? Are you awake?" Wanda called through my door as I still, even at four in the afternoon, lay staring at the ceiling. "Um…I think so," I managed to mumble. "Well, I just wanted to check. Do you want to see the lab?" NO. "Um…no thanks. I'll see it tomorrow. Today is one of my really lazy 'I don't give a shit days.'"

"Oh. Ok. Well, did you hear that Pietro and the others are coming up in a week?"

"Yep. He beeped me last night. I talked and I was glad. Thanks." I think she noted the small hint of annoyance in my voice, cause she said bye and left. I didn't move.

After an hour of nothing, I had to go to the bathroom really bad. I hadn't gone since last night, so you can feel my point. I jumped up and ran to the bathroom conveniently connected to my room. I went and then crawled back into bed after washing my hands and face. Ready for another round of doing nothing? Most certainly. Wow, what's with all of these voices in my head? I like them. They're good company. I smiled and went back to sleep.

Well, I wanted Maddy to have another dream, maybe they will mean something one day, maybe not. I don't know yet. But she needs a really good lazy, don't do anything at all day. Right? Yeah, we all do. Or maybe I'm just to lazy to come up with anything good. No way! Don't think that way. LOL. Writing is my passion. Even fanfic writing. Ok, I'm boring you all. I have to go and do homework and stuff. And listen to my music too. I need music. To live…oops, there I go being loserish again. Ignore me. Bye-bye peoples!