Wow. Sorry it's been so long updating. I've just been kinda busy with school and if I stay off a story for a while, I lose interest and ideas, and then it just sits there for months. This story is a very good example. Y'all can thank WinkyBells for reviewing and inspiring me to write more. "Write more" - yeah right. All I've done so far is write authors notes. Okay. Here's story:
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"You ready to go to school tomorrow?" Tabitha asked Seriana while they were about to go to bed Sunday night.
"I guess."
"Well, when you get tired of it, I can show you all of my ditching secrets."
In the morning, Seriana was surprised when Professor X told her that he would be accompanying her to the school.
While waiting in the office at Bayville High School, the professor said to her "Principal Kelly is going to try to keep you from enrolling, but it's a public school, so he has no way to keep anyone from attending- unless of course you do something wrong. You must be very careful here, and watch your step."
Just as he had said, Kelly did try to keep her from registering, but eventually they broke him down and Seriana was allowed to enroll. Principal Kelly didn't seem at all thrilled that another mutant was in his school.
"Let's see..." Seriana mumbled while looking at the course listings. Kelly had left the two of them to work out her schedule. "Classes are so different here in New York! ...I'll need American Literature... American History, chemistry, geometry... Band of co-"
"Seriana, wait."
"What?"
"I don't want you talking any music courses."
"What?!"
"Not until you've got better control. Once you've established your abilities, then you can take music classes."
"Fine. I'll just take... French," she said bitterly. She wasn't really fine with it though, and Xavier could tell (cause he's a telepath, DUH.)
The guidance counsilor spent at least 10 minutes processing Seriana's class choices before she had a schedule ready for her. "I'll take you to your first class," the counsilor offered.
"Thanks." Seriana was still bitter about not being allowed to take any music.
She hoped that the first period teacher wasn't completly crazy and wouldn't make her stand in the front of the room and do a 'getting to know you' sort of thing. Sophomore year, her biology teacher was totally insane and made all of the students take "personality quizzes" so that she could 'know her students inside and out.' Yeah, because you can get to know a person through 15 multiple choice questions.
To her relief, her first period class seemed like a real snoozer. Everyone looked really tired when she walked in. History is not a subject anyone should have first period.
The teacher pointed to a desk near the back of the classroom. "You can sit back there," he said, sounding very much like he didn't want to be there.
Seriana slunk to the back of the room into the desk. Writing was scribbled all over the desk in various handwriting. One seemed to stand out in its red ink: "Jean G. is a slut"
The teacher began talking about some sort of history. She had a feeling that most of the students didn't have a clue about what he was saying. Her entire day went like that. From history to literature and another class that by the time lunch rolled around she couldn't even remember what it was. Lunch was definately the most interesting part of her day. She had been sitting at a table by herself for less than 2 minutes before someone approached her. First, it was 3 boys. "You're new, aren't you?" one of them asked.
The boy didn't seem like total dorks, and they didn't seem like jocks ether- a combination that a person would usually need in order for Seriana to talk to someone, but the combination of having a boring day and not being allowed to take any music classes had put her in a terrible mood. "Congratulations, you win the grand prize. Would you like one lump sum or receive payments for the next 20 years?"
"Sheesh, we're just trying to be nice. Being a bitch won't get you anywhere around here," the same one who had talked before said.
Less than 5 minutes passed before someone else approached her. "You're not one of those... freaks, are you?"
Seriana didn't even dignify the question with an answer.
Once she was alone, she stared down at her bowl of ham and potatoes and began to hum a small tune. The chunks of so-called ham swam around the potatoes in the bowl in a small dance.
"You look bored." Someone else had approached her table. This time, it was Rogue.
"Yeah."
"Having fun yet?" She took a seat next to Seriana.
"Oh. Tons." She poked at the potatoes with her fork.
"Rule number one of surving this place: Never eat the meat."
"I'll remember that." She continued to poke at the food. "When are music classes?"
"Oh... I think that band is 5th period. That's usually when I hear 'em."
"If I were to... suddenly take up a music class, do you think that professor would find out?"
"Pro'lly. He has a knack for that kinda stuff."
Seriana bit her lip. "This isn't fair."
"You just gotta wait until you're in better control, then he'll letcha take 'em."
"It's still not fair. I'm in good enough control for now."
Rogue adjusted her glove and then stood up. "Do you want to wander the halls with me?"
"Sure. It's gotta be better than this."
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The two girls walked around the halls for a while, ducking teachers and hall monitors.
"Can you show me the music room?" Seriana asked after they had finished hiding in a cigarette smoke filled bathroom.
"You're really set on this music stuff, ain'tcha?"
"Music's really all I've got. I mean, it's so much a part of me that my mutation... mutated to adapt to it."
"I g-"
"Hey, Rogue!" A voice called out from a hallway to the right of them.
"Oh, christ..." Rogue mumbled as a few people approached her and Seriana. "What are you delinquents doing here? Shouldn't you be off destroying something?"
Seriana looked at the 3 people Rogue was talking to. One was- well, there's no polite way to put it- FAT. One had a mullet, and the last one was kind of hunched over and smelled.
"Destroying? Nah," the mullet-boy said. "We've got too much important learning to do."
"How come you're not in class then?" Seriana dared.
The three boys looked at her.
"Who's this?"
Rogue began to speak, "She's-"
"I'm Seriana."
"New X-geek?" Mullet-boy asked.
"That's none of your business."
"It is too," the short one snapped.
"Is not."
((A/N: I'd now like to take this opportunity to present to you a deleted scene:
"Is not not not!"
"Is too too too!"
"Is chot chot chot!"
"Is choo choo choo!"
"Hahahahah, you sound like a train!"))
Seriana started to walk away. She decided that the four of them obviously had some sort of a past, and she didn't want to get involved in it. The mullet-boy started to walk after her. "Lance, just stay away, why don'tcha?"
He ignored her and said to Seriana, " You're living with the x-geeks, huh? So what can you do?"
"Lance, just-" Rogue started to walk after them. The fat boy and the hunched over one followed
"You don't want to know."
"Come on, can't be worse than what I can do."
She stopped walking and turned around to narrow her eyes at him. Lance stopped. So did Rogue and the two others. "Let's put it this way: One word from these lips-" she pointed to her mouth to emphasise her point, "-and your skull could implode in on your brain." Seriana turned quickly spun back around, causing the very end of her pony tail to hit Lance's nose. Rogue followed after her.
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The rest of Seriana's day went mostly okay. Boring, but okay. She scowled for most of 5th period. Her class for that period was near the band room, and she could hear them practicing. She focused, and she could hear every wrong note that the trumpets made. She could hear when a clarinet was out of tune. She could tell what key they were playing in. And she imagined what problems could have swept the school if she were in there playing along.
She scraped along, just trying to get to the end of 8th period- the time when she would be set free. 8th period was geometry, and the second she walked into the classroom, she knew that it would probably be the worst class of the day. Not only was mullet-boy Lance in that classroom, but the seat that the teacher assigned was in the very back of the room, right next to him.
As the teacher finally began the lesson after getting Seriana situated, Lance leaned over and whispered, "You gonna show me how you can make my skull implode?"
Seriana definatly felt the urge to do just that and she was pretty sure that she wouldn't regret it. Instead, she decided on something else. She began to hum a short tune as softly as she could so that no one would hear. Within two seconds every thumbtack and pushpin in the room had fallen to the floor, taking down several posters. She smirked and shot a smug look at Lance before quickly acting confused and astonished like all the other kids in the classroom.
Once the teacher (who was incredibly dense and never for a second that the incident had anything to do with mutants) had settled everyone down and stacked all the posters on a filing cabinet in the corner, Lance has decided to show off what he could do. Seriana pretended to be interested in the lesson that was most likely about triangles, but might have had something to do with circles. "Hey, psst!" She heard a whisper come from her right. "Watch."
Seriana pretended not to be very interested, but watched him out of the corner of her eye. For a second, he looked almost like he was about to have a seizure. In the front of the classroom, she saw the filing cabinet that the posters had been set on began to shake, and for the second time the posters fell to the floor.
Seri silently giggled.
Maybe this new school wouldn't be so terribly awful after all.
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I feel kinda weird writing this story. Especially since I haven't watched Evo in months upon months, and I haven't seen any new eppies cause I've only seen the ones they've aired on Cartoon Network... oh well, I feel like writing, so I write... even though I'm afraid that this chapter seems really slow.
Also- if you're going to make suggestions about who a love interest should be, PLEASE read the list of people who will NOT be love interests; They are Kurt, Scott, Remy, John, and probably not Lance. Thank you.
One of my biggest pet peeves is when people spell Rogue's name "Rouge". THAT IS NOT ROGUE! THAT IS THE FRENCH WORD FOR "RED"!!!
I do appreciate reviews very much.
-+-Lamie-+-
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"You ready to go to school tomorrow?" Tabitha asked Seriana while they were about to go to bed Sunday night.
"I guess."
"Well, when you get tired of it, I can show you all of my ditching secrets."
In the morning, Seriana was surprised when Professor X told her that he would be accompanying her to the school.
While waiting in the office at Bayville High School, the professor said to her "Principal Kelly is going to try to keep you from enrolling, but it's a public school, so he has no way to keep anyone from attending- unless of course you do something wrong. You must be very careful here, and watch your step."
Just as he had said, Kelly did try to keep her from registering, but eventually they broke him down and Seriana was allowed to enroll. Principal Kelly didn't seem at all thrilled that another mutant was in his school.
"Let's see..." Seriana mumbled while looking at the course listings. Kelly had left the two of them to work out her schedule. "Classes are so different here in New York! ...I'll need American Literature... American History, chemistry, geometry... Band of co-"
"Seriana, wait."
"What?"
"I don't want you talking any music courses."
"What?!"
"Not until you've got better control. Once you've established your abilities, then you can take music classes."
"Fine. I'll just take... French," she said bitterly. She wasn't really fine with it though, and Xavier could tell (cause he's a telepath, DUH.)
The guidance counsilor spent at least 10 minutes processing Seriana's class choices before she had a schedule ready for her. "I'll take you to your first class," the counsilor offered.
"Thanks." Seriana was still bitter about not being allowed to take any music.
She hoped that the first period teacher wasn't completly crazy and wouldn't make her stand in the front of the room and do a 'getting to know you' sort of thing. Sophomore year, her biology teacher was totally insane and made all of the students take "personality quizzes" so that she could 'know her students inside and out.' Yeah, because you can get to know a person through 15 multiple choice questions.
To her relief, her first period class seemed like a real snoozer. Everyone looked really tired when she walked in. History is not a subject anyone should have first period.
The teacher pointed to a desk near the back of the classroom. "You can sit back there," he said, sounding very much like he didn't want to be there.
Seriana slunk to the back of the room into the desk. Writing was scribbled all over the desk in various handwriting. One seemed to stand out in its red ink: "Jean G. is a slut"
The teacher began talking about some sort of history. She had a feeling that most of the students didn't have a clue about what he was saying. Her entire day went like that. From history to literature and another class that by the time lunch rolled around she couldn't even remember what it was. Lunch was definately the most interesting part of her day. She had been sitting at a table by herself for less than 2 minutes before someone approached her. First, it was 3 boys. "You're new, aren't you?" one of them asked.
The boy didn't seem like total dorks, and they didn't seem like jocks ether- a combination that a person would usually need in order for Seriana to talk to someone, but the combination of having a boring day and not being allowed to take any music classes had put her in a terrible mood. "Congratulations, you win the grand prize. Would you like one lump sum or receive payments for the next 20 years?"
"Sheesh, we're just trying to be nice. Being a bitch won't get you anywhere around here," the same one who had talked before said.
Less than 5 minutes passed before someone else approached her. "You're not one of those... freaks, are you?"
Seriana didn't even dignify the question with an answer.
Once she was alone, she stared down at her bowl of ham and potatoes and began to hum a small tune. The chunks of so-called ham swam around the potatoes in the bowl in a small dance.
"You look bored." Someone else had approached her table. This time, it was Rogue.
"Yeah."
"Having fun yet?" She took a seat next to Seriana.
"Oh. Tons." She poked at the potatoes with her fork.
"Rule number one of surving this place: Never eat the meat."
"I'll remember that." She continued to poke at the food. "When are music classes?"
"Oh... I think that band is 5th period. That's usually when I hear 'em."
"If I were to... suddenly take up a music class, do you think that professor would find out?"
"Pro'lly. He has a knack for that kinda stuff."
Seriana bit her lip. "This isn't fair."
"You just gotta wait until you're in better control, then he'll letcha take 'em."
"It's still not fair. I'm in good enough control for now."
Rogue adjusted her glove and then stood up. "Do you want to wander the halls with me?"
"Sure. It's gotta be better than this."
----+----+----+----+----
The two girls walked around the halls for a while, ducking teachers and hall monitors.
"Can you show me the music room?" Seriana asked after they had finished hiding in a cigarette smoke filled bathroom.
"You're really set on this music stuff, ain'tcha?"
"Music's really all I've got. I mean, it's so much a part of me that my mutation... mutated to adapt to it."
"I g-"
"Hey, Rogue!" A voice called out from a hallway to the right of them.
"Oh, christ..." Rogue mumbled as a few people approached her and Seriana. "What are you delinquents doing here? Shouldn't you be off destroying something?"
Seriana looked at the 3 people Rogue was talking to. One was- well, there's no polite way to put it- FAT. One had a mullet, and the last one was kind of hunched over and smelled.
"Destroying? Nah," the mullet-boy said. "We've got too much important learning to do."
"How come you're not in class then?" Seriana dared.
The three boys looked at her.
"Who's this?"
Rogue began to speak, "She's-"
"I'm Seriana."
"New X-geek?" Mullet-boy asked.
"That's none of your business."
"It is too," the short one snapped.
"Is not."
((A/N: I'd now like to take this opportunity to present to you a deleted scene:
"Is not not not!"
"Is too too too!"
"Is chot chot chot!"
"Is choo choo choo!"
"Hahahahah, you sound like a train!"))
Seriana started to walk away. She decided that the four of them obviously had some sort of a past, and she didn't want to get involved in it. The mullet-boy started to walk after her. "Lance, just stay away, why don'tcha?"
He ignored her and said to Seriana, " You're living with the x-geeks, huh? So what can you do?"
"Lance, just-" Rogue started to walk after them. The fat boy and the hunched over one followed
"You don't want to know."
"Come on, can't be worse than what I can do."
She stopped walking and turned around to narrow her eyes at him. Lance stopped. So did Rogue and the two others. "Let's put it this way: One word from these lips-" she pointed to her mouth to emphasise her point, "-and your skull could implode in on your brain." Seriana turned quickly spun back around, causing the very end of her pony tail to hit Lance's nose. Rogue followed after her.
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The rest of Seriana's day went mostly okay. Boring, but okay. She scowled for most of 5th period. Her class for that period was near the band room, and she could hear them practicing. She focused, and she could hear every wrong note that the trumpets made. She could hear when a clarinet was out of tune. She could tell what key they were playing in. And she imagined what problems could have swept the school if she were in there playing along.
She scraped along, just trying to get to the end of 8th period- the time when she would be set free. 8th period was geometry, and the second she walked into the classroom, she knew that it would probably be the worst class of the day. Not only was mullet-boy Lance in that classroom, but the seat that the teacher assigned was in the very back of the room, right next to him.
As the teacher finally began the lesson after getting Seriana situated, Lance leaned over and whispered, "You gonna show me how you can make my skull implode?"
Seriana definatly felt the urge to do just that and she was pretty sure that she wouldn't regret it. Instead, she decided on something else. She began to hum a short tune as softly as she could so that no one would hear. Within two seconds every thumbtack and pushpin in the room had fallen to the floor, taking down several posters. She smirked and shot a smug look at Lance before quickly acting confused and astonished like all the other kids in the classroom.
Once the teacher (who was incredibly dense and never for a second that the incident had anything to do with mutants) had settled everyone down and stacked all the posters on a filing cabinet in the corner, Lance has decided to show off what he could do. Seriana pretended to be interested in the lesson that was most likely about triangles, but might have had something to do with circles. "Hey, psst!" She heard a whisper come from her right. "Watch."
Seriana pretended not to be very interested, but watched him out of the corner of her eye. For a second, he looked almost like he was about to have a seizure. In the front of the classroom, she saw the filing cabinet that the posters had been set on began to shake, and for the second time the posters fell to the floor.
Seri silently giggled.
Maybe this new school wouldn't be so terribly awful after all.
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I feel kinda weird writing this story. Especially since I haven't watched Evo in months upon months, and I haven't seen any new eppies cause I've only seen the ones they've aired on Cartoon Network... oh well, I feel like writing, so I write... even though I'm afraid that this chapter seems really slow.
Also- if you're going to make suggestions about who a love interest should be, PLEASE read the list of people who will NOT be love interests; They are Kurt, Scott, Remy, John, and probably not Lance. Thank you.
One of my biggest pet peeves is when people spell Rogue's name "Rouge". THAT IS NOT ROGUE! THAT IS THE FRENCH WORD FOR "RED"!!!
I do appreciate reviews very much.
-+-Lamie-+-