Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men Evolution or any of these characters (except Will). Okay? Okay. üüü

A/N: I am a novice fanfic writer. I'm not like you good writers out there who write great fanfics, okay? So please bear with me. Okay? Okay.

Willow Turner zipped across the street, ignoring all the cars that honked their horns at her. She was going to be late if she didn't hurry. This is a nice start at Bayville High, she thought dryly. She ran inside the school just as the warning bell rang overhead, signaling the students to speed it up. "Whew," she panted. "Made it."

The girls' combat boots made a soft scraping noise on the linoleum floor as she walked towards Principal Raven Darkholme's office, where she was supposed to report before going to her first class. Willow--or Will as she liked to be called--knocked on the door and was answered by a stern-looking young woman, who let her inside.

"Let's see," she said. "Willow Turner, isn't it?"

Will sat down and nodded, staring back at the principal with her shining, emerald eyes. She knew that the woman disapproved of her own dark brown hair, streaked with blue to startle and offend and the clothes that she was wearing (a black jacket over a blue turtleneck sweater, ripped jeans and combats). And although Miss Darkholme didn't know it yet, Will had a silver barbell peirced on her navel.

Principal Darkholme was the first to break the stare to look down on the file that La Brea High had sent over. "What happened?" she asked. "A 3.5 GPA wasted. It says here that you've cut more classes than you've attended, set fire to the chemistry lab and the cafeteria and dyed the hair of a dozen female students purple. You were expelled from La Brea High School."

Will shrugged and picked at her black nails. "That's why I'm here now," she said.

"Well, here at Bayville High School, we believe in second chances. Here is your schedule. Have a nice day, Miss Turner."

"You too, Miss Darkholme."

Will pushed the door open and scanned the hallway of doors to the chemistry lab.

"Hey. Are you lost?"

She turned around to look at a boy with a strange German accent. "My name is Kurt Wagner." His brown eyes flicked from her hair to her face.

"If I did, I wouldn't be walking around looking like a lost puppy," Will smiled. "Where's the chemistry lab?"

"Say no more," Kurt told her. "It's my next class." They walked together in sort of a weird silence. face. She could tell that this guy was a joker.

Kurt opened the door and motioned Will to get inside. She followed Kurt and sat at his table. "Thanks," she whispered. "My name is Will by the way. Will Turner."

Mr. Hank Mc Coy who was a chemistry teacher/English teacher/gym teacher [A/N: Is that right?] assigned Kurt and Will to be lab partners. "Will, you'll handle the bunsen burner," he told her, sending a look at a sheepish Kurt.

"Um, Mr. Mc Coy?" Will said, "after an accident that happened at La Brea High that involved me, my teachers have never let me near another burner."

"She probably made a can of blue paint explode," said a snotty voice in the back. "Look at her hair! She looks like someone from the circus."

Will fisted her hands to keep from punching the girl. Who is she to talk? she thought. I mean, she's got the Christina Aguilerra pink and blonde hair for Christ's sake.

"I trust you, Will," Mr. Mc Coy replied.

Will's cheeks turned pink with pleasure as Kurt handed her the chemicals. She started following the instructions on the black board. "Who was the girl who insulted my hair?" she asked Kurt.

"Tonya Harding," Kurt replied, making a face. "She's such a bitch. I like your hair. Makes you stand out from everyone else."

Will smiled at the complement. "Thanks," she whispered. She looked at the back. "I hope her formula blows up in her face." She added a drop of nitric acid.

BOOM!

Will and Kurt stared at their experiment, as if they thought that the explosion came from there. Then they looked behind. Tonya was standing next to the remains of what looked like a Erlenmeyer flask.

"Mutant signature found," said a metallic voice. Charles Xavier knitted his brow in interest. "Name, Willow Parker. Location, Bayville High School."