Hello! And thank you for submitting your character to my story! You wouldn't believe how many reviews! I looked in my inbox and I was shocked to see 27 e-mails! All of them reviews! And most of them containing a character bio! Well, at least 14 of them! Don't worry about credit! I will definitely give you credit for creating a character and for your imagination about this! I'll try to get everyone's characters in this story and, if you want, you can tell me what you want them to do, or what you want to happen and stuff! I bet this is going to be a great story! However, don't stress about this, but I'm going to Japan for the next month! I'll get back to you as soon as I get back as well, but I just wanted you to know that this story, may not be updated again until August 6th, at the least, but that gives me a whole month to work things out! And, I'd like it if you could draw a pic of your character, but hey, if you don't want to, that's okay! I'd just like to put up a gallery with the all the characters that I get in here!

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So, here's what I've gotten on Ivy's story so far! Let me know what you think about it, other than it really doesn't relate to the first chapter, it has a crummy ending and the things really don't have anything to do with anything else.

BTW, I still own nothing. Next time, I'll own even less!

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"Look! It's the bush! What is she doing out at this time of day!" Ronald Green laughed mockingly with his three friends as they stood in the driveway of his family's house, playing basketball.

"Bushface!" the one named Fred called, "You should get back inside! You're ruining the scenery of our little village!"

"Ivy Green! Get inside now!" the voice of Mrs. Green shouted in an angered and shocked tone through the open window, "Do you want our neighbors to see you?!"

"I was getting the mail." Ivy explained weakly as she promptly followed her mother's orders to return to the house. Her mother grabbed her arm and yanked her up the stairs as soon as she entered the door.

"I have enough problems with the people in this town! I don't need them knowing that I have a filthy mutant in the house!" Her mother shrieked as she slammed the door to Ivy's room and turned the key to lock the door.

Ivy sat in the chair by her desk and picked up the Terry Brooks novel that she had been reading when she had seen that the mail had arrived. Normally, she did as her mother said and stayed inside and out of sight. She even had put in tinted windows to keep others from accidentally spying Ivy through them if her curtains were ever opened. They never were, though, of course. Ivy knew that the world didn't want to see her and she was just as happy not seeing it, although she sometimes longed to see her friends from school. Her friends that she knew before. Before that horrible transformation had taken place and Ivy Green started to look like her name.

It had happened just a short year before when their former apartment had been broken into. Her father had heard the noise and went out to see what it was. It turned out to be a murderer that the police had been looking for recently. He gruesomely butchered their father before their very eyes, after raping Mrs. Green and killing the youngest sibling of Ivy's. Ivy didn't awaken until he was on the way out, blood all over the room. And then it happened. Ivy started screaming. She couldn't stop either. Ivy felt a shock of something that she never realized was there before, and she kept screaming, uncontrollably. It kept getting louder and louder, until both her family and the murderer were on the floor, holding their hands to their ears in pain. Then things started breaking. Glass, wood, anything that was there. Then she passed out.

She awoke in the car. Her mother was saying something about starting a new life somewhere else. It seemed as though she had slept for quite a few days and the hospital thought she was fine, so didn't keep her there.

"Mom, the plant's awake." She heard her older brother say ruefully, looking back on Ivy in the back seat. Her mother didn't say anything, as Ivy tried to figure out what in the world Ronald was talking about. Then she saw her hand. It was a deep green color. Panic-stricken, she picked up a mirror. Ivy had been transformed. Her long curly hair that had been once a bright red had turned into a dark green. Even down to her eyelashes had turned that sickly green color. And her skin, it had all turned the same deep green as her hand. Her fingernails were a smooth greenish color. Ivy had to admit, although she looked like the green giant's girlfriend, her eyes had become a very beautiful color of green. The color that she had always wanted.

Now she hated it. She hadn't seen the town since they moved and rarely went outside. If she did, it was after dark and she had to keep herself well covered. She hadn't used her powers, if you would want to call them that, since that night. Until a week ago.

Ivy had gone out for the night, because she was convinced that she needed some fresh air every once in a while, and was attacked by muggers. Needless to say, they were in the hospital still with ear problems. Since then, Ivy had not left her room. Except to get the mail. Why had she wanted to get the mail? She had no idea, but there was some reason that she felt that she really wanted to be the one to receive it today.

Just then, as Ivy turned the page to chapter four, she heard her mother walking up to her door and opening it.

"You have mail." Her mother said. Ivy took the letter from her warily. She never got mail. At least, not anymore. What could have been so interesting that her mother would actually give her the letter? Who could it have been from?

Ivy opened the envelope and it was quickly snatched away by her mother and read. Then Mrs. Green started laughing. It was a carefree laugh, like she had just won the lottery.

"Pack up, Ivy! You're never coming back!" She laughed as she tossed the letter on the floor of Ivy's room and started downstairs.

"Ronald! Get inside! I need you to buy a plane ticket online!" Ivy heard her mother shout from downstairs. Ivy cautiously walked over to her door and shut it, picking up the letter.

It read;

"Miss Ivy Green,

We are pleased to announce that you have been accepted to stay at our school boarding house for your stay and the duration of you time at Bayville High School. With full scholarship and tutelage provided, we are hopeful that you will accept this offer and arrive at the Pinickle Airport by noon on the third of August. Our congratulations.

Sincerely,

Professor Charles Xavier"

Ivy looked in disbelief. Her mother had applied for her to enter some private schools far away, but this place didn't even sound remotely familiar. It didn't matter now anyhow. She was going. And she would never return. Even if her family had a change of heart or the school kicked her out. At sixteen, she was assured that she could get a job and live on her own if necessary. But what a great way to finally leave. It was too good to be real. And too real to be good. She would be careful. She would have to be.

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"Professor," Scott Summers spoke to the bald man in a wheelchair sitting on the other side of the desk, "What does this girl look like? It would be easier to search for her if I knew what she looked like."

"Scott, you will know." He said, as if he had told him this many times before.

"Yes sir." He said, "But wouldn't it be easier if you went along as well?"

"Scott, you know that I have to be here to greet the other students. Please take Jean along if you have any doubts." Charles Xavier smiled at his student's doubts. It was the first time that he had ever gone alone to pick up a new student, but it would not be his last. Charles had great expectations for his first student.

"Yes, sir." said Scott again, and left the room. He chose to take Jean Grey along as well, as the professor had suggested, to meet the flight. They were running a bit late when the arrived at the airport.

"Can't you just sense her and tell her to come out?" Scott asked Jean, who rolled her eyes at him.

"Just come on, Scott. We'll find her."

And it was just as easy as that. They walked into the airport and followed the crowd of yelling, loud people to where a green young girl was surrounded by a few women and a policeman. She looked like a caged animal, frightened and growing more stressed as the moments went on. The policeman was asking her questions, and her answers kept getting louder and louder, although the girl didn't seem to know it.

"Where is your ticket?" The policeman asked.

"I DON'T KNOW!" The girl shouted, fidgeting nervously.

"Excuse me! We're here to pick this girl up." Scott said, pushing his way through the crowd.

"She's your responsibility?" The policeman asked.

"Yes, sir." Scott said, hoping that Jean was making it more reasonable in the policeman's mind than it was in his.

"Very well. Carry on." The policeman said and turned to the crowd, "Back off! Noting to see here!"

The girl was silent as Scott and Jean led her through the airport to his car. She stopped as Scott opened the door for her and tossed her large duffel bag into the back seat. She didn't move, and looked at Scott very suspiciously as she entered the car. Jean rode in the back seat and the two hour ride back was a long and silent one, although Scott tried to keep some conversation with the girl, her short and quiet answers stopped him sort. Jean tried as well, but it came to be that she couldn't initiate any type of friendship with the girl, and soon they were all silent.

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Ivy's eyes widened as she saw the school that they were driving by. It appeared to be a huge mansion and Ivy wondered if the dorms were in the rich part of town, because the people who owned this place was rich beyond her imagining. And then, oh then! The boy that had introduced himself as Scott drove into the driveway and stopped at the front gate. She sat in the car as both Jean and Scott walked out and Scott grabbed Ivy's bag and opened her door for her.

"This way." He said, kind of nervously.

He was staring at her. Justifiable, but hardly polite. Ivy thought that it wasn't best to mention it, since he hadn't so much as smirked at her name when given. She stepped out of the car and followed him into the house. House? Palace! It could be called no less, with marble entryways and carpet decorating the floors that weren't marble. Antiques everywhere! It looked like a museum! Ivy walked slowly behind Scott, in the very middle of the hallway, afraid that she might break or scratch something.

"This will be your room." Scott said as they entered a room that looked like it was twice the size of her apartment. She stared at him doubtfully, until he set her bag down and backed out of the room.

"I'll have someone come get you for dinner. I'm sure the Professor will stop by too. I'm sure you want to get settled in." He said too quickly and nervously as he left and closed the door behind him.

He hadn't flinched when he saw her. Or laughed when he heard her fitting name. He hadn't said a word about her powers. Nor had Jean. It was strange. But perhaps the rich could afford to be like that. Weird, that was all.

A window. And it wasn't tinted. She opened it and leaned out into the warm sunshine. It had been so long since she felt a warm breeze and sunlight. Then she saw a boy on the lawn and jumped back into her room as he looked up and waved at her with a smile on his face.

Yep, these people were freaks. How could they just accept her appearance like that. Yes, the lack of sun had toned down her green skin to look like someone who was very ill, but her green hair still stood out and made her look like a tree. A cottonwood tree, she had decided. Shaking her head, she sat on her bed and pulled out her book. She was now on chapter ten, and wanted to finish it tonight, before bed.

Reading had always been one of her great passions. She had worked in a library in the city before they had to moved, and was almost done with the "A" authors of the adult section. She had decided that she wanted to read every book in the library, along with what she was interested in. Even once they had moved, and she had quit school, she had done her brother's homework for him. After all, he would have made her anyway, and she was happy to continue to get her education. But the geometry still stumped her. Almost as much as the Latin that she had been trying to learn on the side.

Just then, she heard a strange noise and looked up to see what had caused it. There was a teenage boy with blue hair and skin (and a tail, she noticed) standing in the middle of her room with a quickly disappearing wisp of blue smoke that smelled like something from a chemistry class. He didn't see her, and moved quickly over to the door to listen to something. Then he chuckled and turned around.

His smile disappeared as he saw Ivy, sitting on her bed, book in hand, staring at him curiously.

"Ah, man, I'm so sorry. I thought this room was empty!" apologized the boy with a somewhat German accent.

Ivy's brow crinkled as she thought about it. The door had not opened, and yet, here was this boy. How odd. She could not deny his presence, unless she was having delusions. She thought about it and wondered what the correct response would be when she was interrupted.

"He's in here!" another boy, about the same age cried, flinging the door open and pointing. Three other teenagers burst into Ivy's room. The first boy disappeared with the blue smoke, and the second boy ran over to the window and moved his hands in a strange gesture, then he and his friends jumped out the window.

Ivy blinked and walked over to the window, where she saw an ice path with the teenagers sliding down and again, chasing the blue haired boy. She shook her head in disbelief. This was ridiculous. What was up with these people?

"I think that you will find great acceptance here, Miss Green, as many are unaccustomed to." Ivy was startled to hear a voice behind her, and turned to see a elderly man sitting in a wheelchair in her room.

"You see, Miss Green, we are all like you here. People with special abilities, not yet accepted in the world." He continued, "I built this school to teach children, like yourself, how to control their special abilities and help them to benefit mankind."

Ivy looked at him doubtfully, "Professor Charles Xavier?" She asked, and when he nodded, she continued, "First, I thought that I was going to live here as a dormhouse for going to Bayville High School. Second, what in the world do you mean about special abilities? Like, Mutant freakiness? Third, what makes you think that I can't control these abilities? Fourthly, what do I care about mankind?"

"Good questions, Miss Green--" he began, but she cut him off.

"And lastly, don't call me Miss Green. You say it almost snidely." She said, "Now, what?"

"You are going to be going to Bayville High School with the other students here every day, however, when you have time off, we will be teaching you how to use your powers and control them. And, no, I do not mean 'mutant freakiness' as you put it. For you, I mean your ability to use your voice to persuade, threaten, and harm."

"Everyone can do those things." Ivy said, quickly.

"Yes, but your voice goes beyond that. You have control over how much that it will affect people. In fact, you could be whispering and destroy an antique store, if that is what you wished." He smiled, "However, I hope that you will choose not to do that."

Ivy nodded. She knew what he was saying, but she wanted to give the guy a hard time.

"It is evident that you cannot control your powers, as you almost harmed a group of unaware citizens at the airport. And, I hope above all else, that you have a care what happens to mankind. If not, then there is nothing that I can do for you at all." He said, finally finishing, "Now, would you like to come down for dinner and meet the others?"

Ivy complied, and she was introduced to all the other students, but had a very hard time with remembering people and putting names to faces, so she eventually gave up and decided to go to bed.

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"Like, it's time to get up!"

A voice awakened Ivy the next morning. She sat up and saw the girl known as Kitty Pryde standing in her doorway.

"What?" Ivy asked, blinking away the sleepiness. It had taken her hours to get to sleep last night. It was nearly midnight before she had returned to her room to unpack, and that in itself took a few hours, and then she finished reading her book, so she had fallen asleep around five am and was still somewhat groggy.

"I said, it's time to get up! School starts in three hours and Rogue and I get to show you to school!" Kitty said, with too much excitement this early in the morning.

"Then wake me up in two and a half hours." Ivy said, and turned over in her bed.

"Like, no way! The prof. would kill me!' Kitty said, walking over to Ivy and dragging her out of bed.

"Listen you!" Ivy yanked her arm back and raised it threateningly, "I am going BACK to sleep. Do you want to know why?" She didn't wait for an answer, "Because, you psycho, I got to sleep only half an hour ago! And I want to sleep! So, LEAVE ME ALONE!!!"

The window in her bedroom shattered and Kitty fell back from the blast. They were already in the hallway by the bathroom, and Ivy thought that she heard the mirror shattering.

"Like, okay!" Kitty said, sitting up and feeling her ears experimentally.

"Uh, hi!" Scott said, as he had just walked up as Ivy turned around and was storming down the hallway back to her room.

"Get out of my way." Ivy stated, shoving Scott against the wall, trying to hold back her rage.

"Uh, bye." He said, waving.

"She's, like, got problems." Kitty said as she stood up, finding out that her ears did work.

"I know." Scott said, looking after her, "She wasn't nearly this vocal yesterday."

"Yeah, well, maybe you caught her in a bad mood." Rogue said, walking out of the bathroom, "It's all yours." She gestured to where the mirror had shattered, leaving glass shards all over the floor.

"Like, are you sure that we can handle taking her to school, Scott?" Kitty asked.

"Not really." Scott said, doubtfully, "Maybe I can talk to the prof. about it."

Rogue rolled her eyes disgustedly, "I'll show her to school. You wimps don't worry about it, okay?"

"Like, thanks!" Kitty said cheerfully walking into the bathroom and closing the door.

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Sure, Rogue had her doubts about this new person as well, but once she woke her up two and a half hours later, the girl had been all sunshine and flowers, compared to how she was earlier. She showered and dressed quickly, ready to meet the new day, easily in ten minutes.

They walked to school in silence until, entering the courtyard of the school, Rogue said, "They really aren't that bad, but they do take some getting used to."

Ivy nodded, to show that she understood, but her mind was on more important matters. Like finding her classes. She had gotten the schedule at the principal's office and walked back out, but it appeared that Rogue also had more important things to be doing, so had left her to fend for herself.

"Great." Ivy muttered sarcastically. She hated asking for help from total strangers. It wasn't a fun thing to do. She just hoped that no one would start running and screaming away from her, like that woman in the airport had done. That had been embarrassing. And then the cop showed up. She shuttered to remember it.

"Excuse me…" Ivy began, walking up to the only one that was still in the halls. She assumed that everyone else had gone to class. It was a tall boy with brown hair, and Ivy felt kind of small and insignificant in his presence.

"Yeah?" He asked, finally looking over to her without interest. He seemed to be waiting for something.

"Can you point out room 12-D for me?" She asked cautiously.

"Can't help you!" said a boy with short white hair and blue eyes that had just run up. He and the other boy looked at Ivy curiously once more before walking off.

"Some help you are…" Ivy muttered as she went on her quest to find room 12-D. Soon she saw another boy wandering about the hallways. He was the biggest guy that Ivy had ever seen, except maybe on "wrestle-mania".

"Hey, can you help me find room 12-D?" She asked, looking up at him. He took a look around and then pointed over to a sign that read "12-D". She rolled her eyes. How could she have been so stupid to have missed it? She had walked through this hallway countless times. Well, she had thought she did. All of the hallways looked alike.

"Thanks a million." Ivy said, smiling cutely at him, then walking to the classroom. It wasn't that she meant to flirt, but she was being difficult today and felt like it. In the words of Lina Inverse, if there was one thing she was confident about, it was her good looks. Although her hair was green and her skin was tinted green, it could be easily passed off as some weird punk style, like the makeup that Rogue wore. She had chosen to wear a deep magenta tank top and loose white jeans, with her hair tied back in a low ponytail. And it only took her ten minutes! She had been one of the most popular students in her old school and it was a great accomplishment if she allowed herself to be taken out on a date. Once she turned into an asparagus, she still retained her good form and plain prettiness, but she was tined a funny color.

Unfortunately for Ivy, the class bell started ringing as soon as she reached the door and the class come walking out of the classroom in an orderly fashion, unlike the other classrooms, where students rushed out.

"That Ms. Summers is a killer!" one of the students whispered to another.

"Five more pages of homework, due by the end of the day!" the teacher, Ms. Summers, called out, as if she had heard them.

"Awwww!" The one who had been speaking sighed and no one else would speak to him, for fear of getting more homework themselves. They quickly went their way to their next classes, leaving Ivy standing in the doorway.

"Well?" Ms. Summers asked, not looking up from her large stack of papers. Ivy knew she was dreading this moment before, geometry class, but now it was worse, as the student's faces had left their impact on her.

"Ms. Summers, my name is Ivy Green--" Ivy began, but stopped when her teacher's head snapped up and she stared intently at Ivy, then started laughing.

"Ivy!" She laughed until tears were escaping her eyes. Then she regained her self control, mostly, except for the edges of her mouth that were in a smile, "And what can I do for you, Ivy, dear?"

"I'm new here, and I couldn't find the classroom. I'll be here on time tomorrow, and I was wondering if you would direct me to room, " Ivy looked at her paper, "Room 6-B?"

"Certainly, Miss Green!" Ms. Summers smiled, "Just realize that I want you to do from pages 345-360 for homework today." She chuckled again, then cleared her throat, "Go to the front door, and it's the sixth on the left."

"Thank you, Ms. Summers." Ivy said, walking from the room and, after making sure that no one was looking, she left the window in the hallway, climbing down the side of the building. It would be easier to find the front door from the outside, right? She suddenly lost her foothold and started falling. This was just great! She was going to fall to her death from the third floor!

All of the sudden, she felt a tree branch hit her waist, and suddenly, she was falling much slower. It never occurred to her that there were no trees nearly. She opened her eyes once she stopped. She saw a boy that was holding her around the waist. It occurred to her that he must have caught her. She noticed that he had light greenish/brownish hair and a similar tint to his skin. He had a pained look on his face and he let her go to cover his ears.

"You can stop screaming now!" He shouted.

"Oh." Ivy hadn't even realized that she had started screaming. But from the look of the windows, she had. "Sorry about that." She apologized, "And thank you."

"No biggie. I was passing this way anyway." said the boy and did a strange crouching hop away from her.

"Okay." Ivy said, widening her eyes, "Is everyone in this school a mutant?"

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