((Sorry bout the time and the passage thing. I got a little discouraged
because no body was reviewing))
"So, you want me to go to a school for freaks." It wasn't a question.
"Well," Scott huffed. "No need to get offensive."
"Ehn" I shrugged "we're freaks, deal with it freak boy."
"Wha-what did you just call me?"
"So freak boy, what makes you freaky?"
Jean snapped back in to the conversation. "If you are referring to his mutation."
" Nah, I'm talking 'bout his car." Jean caught the sarcasm but Scott looked behind him where his car was parked. Chris snickered.
"If you are referring to his mutation," she began again as if I hadn't said anything. "He shoots concussive beams from his eyes, the glasses he wears blocks them."
"Cool!" I smiled wider. "Can I see?"
"No!" they both said at once.
"Fine be like that. So what sent you to freak school?" I cleared my throat, and put on a dignified voice with an English accent. " I mean, an institute for gifted children."
"I'm telepathic." She said in a very strained voice. Yes I'm starting to get to her! "Xavier brought me out of a mental institution, where I had been placed when I could no longer decipher my own thoughts from those of others.
Awe, poor Jeanie, wait, did she say telepathic? Doesn't that mean read minds? Maybe I should watch what I think. Ah screw it, take that you physic preppy bitch!
Jean's eyebrows merged with her hairline.
"Also I have slight telekinetic abilities."
"Cool." See other people have cool powers.
"So, Katja, what can you do?"
"Oh, not much."
"Everything is much, tell us. We want to know." All the sudden I got a picture of a WWII interrogation room. 'We have ways of making you talk.'
"Look I'll tell you but you got to understand, I just found out about this two weeks ago. It has been kind of a shock to us y'know. Can we talk over there?" I pointed to the car.
"Sure if it would make you more comfortable." Scott just whimpered. If fact it sounded quite a bit like 'my car?'
As we walked over I turned around walking backward so I could look at jean and Freak boy. "Ok look, I was just going to pretend that I have a power or just not show you, but I'm pretty sure our little Jeanie here would have known I was lying. So here's the deal. I show you. You take my word that that's all. Ok?"
"Ok."
"Fine with me, but why wouldn't we?"
I rolled my eyes. "This may have escaped your keen attention, freak boy, but I haven't been the most direct person with you today."
"What, freak boy?"
"Yes!"
"Why?"
"Because I'm not a freak!'
"Yes you are."
"No I'm not!"
"Ok we solve this rationally. Is there anyone else on the planet like you, or with you unique 'gifts'? And I use sarcastic quote marks"
"Not that I can think of, no."
"All right so you are out side the norm, ergo, you are a freak."
"Yeah well that makes you a freak too then!" what is he 12?
"As I said, we're freaks, get over it freak boy."
"Ok, but I still wish you wouldn't call me that."
"What ever you say, freak boy."
"Enough!" Jean cut us off. "What are you two 12?"
"Fine" I sulked. (I don't know if sulked is the right term but I couldn't think of a better one.)
"Alright." She sighed thankfully. "Now, you were going to show us something?"
I glanced at Chris, and wonder of wonders, he had started to read The Stand and was pointedly ignoring us. "Ok." I held out my hand and started to concentrate on that sticky feeling in my fingertips. They started to 'sweat'. The sweat turned white and got thicker and thicker, and thicker. Jean drew back; visible repulsed by the stuff that had causes me to wasted precious, life threatening moments only two weeks ago. The goo got thick enough and I started to form it in to a ball. I crouched in to a catcher's squat, holding the glue ball in one hand and running the other over freak- er Scott's tire. "Hey, fre-er Scott, what kid of traction you get with these?"
"Pretty good, why?" he responded suspiciously.
"Because it just got better." I said under my breath. Out loud I replied "no reason. Do me a favor, get behind the wheel and when I say so, back up." He looked at me nervously. "Don't worry, your car and tires will be just fine."
"Oh, all right."
"Good." I placed the ball right behind his wheel and stood up. "Now."
Scott started the car and began to back up. About half an inch later it came in contact with my glue and held fast. The car stopped.
Scott screamed. "AHH, MY CAR! WHAT DID YOU DO? OH GOD MY CAR!"
Jean looked at me mildly, "what is that?"
"I don't know. I know it is sticky and it comes out of my fingers."
"Indecently, will his car be all right?"
"Yeah give it a couple minutes. It'll be fine."
"Ok, good." She closed her eyes for a minute and Scott seemed to relax. "Now, about the institute, Mrs. Evens,"
"Not going."
"But,"
"Nope, not unless Chris agrees, and I doubt he will. And since I'm legally separated from my parents you can't make me."
"But,"
"Nope"
"Will you at least consider it? There are other children there."
"Not a child." I reminded her.
"Right, sorry, student, there are other student therewith physical mutations very similar to yours. You wouldn't have to be self-conscious. Some that might even be considered worse. There is this one boy, Kurt"
"Look Jeanie, I know this is your job and all but really, I'll tell you what, why don't you leave me your card and if I even change my mind I'll give you a call." There was no way I was going o sit here and listen to her bash some kid cause he might look a little different.
"Why do you call me that?"
"What?" I didn't call her any thing, well recently. Shifty glance.
"Jeanie, I never said that was my name. I said Jean."
"Anh, no biggie right, I'll call you Jean form now on."
"Ok" but she still looked wary.
"So, you want me to go to a school for freaks." It wasn't a question.
"Well," Scott huffed. "No need to get offensive."
"Ehn" I shrugged "we're freaks, deal with it freak boy."
"Wha-what did you just call me?"
"So freak boy, what makes you freaky?"
Jean snapped back in to the conversation. "If you are referring to his mutation."
" Nah, I'm talking 'bout his car." Jean caught the sarcasm but Scott looked behind him where his car was parked. Chris snickered.
"If you are referring to his mutation," she began again as if I hadn't said anything. "He shoots concussive beams from his eyes, the glasses he wears blocks them."
"Cool!" I smiled wider. "Can I see?"
"No!" they both said at once.
"Fine be like that. So what sent you to freak school?" I cleared my throat, and put on a dignified voice with an English accent. " I mean, an institute for gifted children."
"I'm telepathic." She said in a very strained voice. Yes I'm starting to get to her! "Xavier brought me out of a mental institution, where I had been placed when I could no longer decipher my own thoughts from those of others.
Awe, poor Jeanie, wait, did she say telepathic? Doesn't that mean read minds? Maybe I should watch what I think. Ah screw it, take that you physic preppy bitch!
Jean's eyebrows merged with her hairline.
"Also I have slight telekinetic abilities."
"Cool." See other people have cool powers.
"So, Katja, what can you do?"
"Oh, not much."
"Everything is much, tell us. We want to know." All the sudden I got a picture of a WWII interrogation room. 'We have ways of making you talk.'
"Look I'll tell you but you got to understand, I just found out about this two weeks ago. It has been kind of a shock to us y'know. Can we talk over there?" I pointed to the car.
"Sure if it would make you more comfortable." Scott just whimpered. If fact it sounded quite a bit like 'my car?'
As we walked over I turned around walking backward so I could look at jean and Freak boy. "Ok look, I was just going to pretend that I have a power or just not show you, but I'm pretty sure our little Jeanie here would have known I was lying. So here's the deal. I show you. You take my word that that's all. Ok?"
"Ok."
"Fine with me, but why wouldn't we?"
I rolled my eyes. "This may have escaped your keen attention, freak boy, but I haven't been the most direct person with you today."
"What, freak boy?"
"Yes!"
"Why?"
"Because I'm not a freak!'
"Yes you are."
"No I'm not!"
"Ok we solve this rationally. Is there anyone else on the planet like you, or with you unique 'gifts'? And I use sarcastic quote marks"
"Not that I can think of, no."
"All right so you are out side the norm, ergo, you are a freak."
"Yeah well that makes you a freak too then!" what is he 12?
"As I said, we're freaks, get over it freak boy."
"Ok, but I still wish you wouldn't call me that."
"What ever you say, freak boy."
"Enough!" Jean cut us off. "What are you two 12?"
"Fine" I sulked. (I don't know if sulked is the right term but I couldn't think of a better one.)
"Alright." She sighed thankfully. "Now, you were going to show us something?"
I glanced at Chris, and wonder of wonders, he had started to read The Stand and was pointedly ignoring us. "Ok." I held out my hand and started to concentrate on that sticky feeling in my fingertips. They started to 'sweat'. The sweat turned white and got thicker and thicker, and thicker. Jean drew back; visible repulsed by the stuff that had causes me to wasted precious, life threatening moments only two weeks ago. The goo got thick enough and I started to form it in to a ball. I crouched in to a catcher's squat, holding the glue ball in one hand and running the other over freak- er Scott's tire. "Hey, fre-er Scott, what kid of traction you get with these?"
"Pretty good, why?" he responded suspiciously.
"Because it just got better." I said under my breath. Out loud I replied "no reason. Do me a favor, get behind the wheel and when I say so, back up." He looked at me nervously. "Don't worry, your car and tires will be just fine."
"Oh, all right."
"Good." I placed the ball right behind his wheel and stood up. "Now."
Scott started the car and began to back up. About half an inch later it came in contact with my glue and held fast. The car stopped.
Scott screamed. "AHH, MY CAR! WHAT DID YOU DO? OH GOD MY CAR!"
Jean looked at me mildly, "what is that?"
"I don't know. I know it is sticky and it comes out of my fingers."
"Indecently, will his car be all right?"
"Yeah give it a couple minutes. It'll be fine."
"Ok, good." She closed her eyes for a minute and Scott seemed to relax. "Now, about the institute, Mrs. Evens,"
"Not going."
"But,"
"Nope, not unless Chris agrees, and I doubt he will. And since I'm legally separated from my parents you can't make me."
"But,"
"Nope"
"Will you at least consider it? There are other children there."
"Not a child." I reminded her.
"Right, sorry, student, there are other student therewith physical mutations very similar to yours. You wouldn't have to be self-conscious. Some that might even be considered worse. There is this one boy, Kurt"
"Look Jeanie, I know this is your job and all but really, I'll tell you what, why don't you leave me your card and if I even change my mind I'll give you a call." There was no way I was going o sit here and listen to her bash some kid cause he might look a little different.
"Why do you call me that?"
"What?" I didn't call her any thing, well recently. Shifty glance.
"Jeanie, I never said that was my name. I said Jean."
"Anh, no biggie right, I'll call you Jean form now on."
"Ok" but she still looked wary.