Disclaimer: in a monotonous droning voice I don't own any of Marvel's creations or other things except my idea, and my characters.

Author's Notes: Yes, I know that in one school, there are only a certain amounts of teachers for one grade, but the faculty in the school wanted all the mutant children to be separated. You'll understand once you read the chapter. Thanx.

Chapter 14: Punishment Let-Up a Day Early, Morning before School Starts, and Parent-Teacher Conferences

Day 8/Monday

Scott finally came out of hiding to wake his son up for school.

"Good morning Daddy," Bryce said quite dejectedly, knowing that he still had one more day of punishment. "Hey. You uncles and I were talking and we decided that if you learned your lesson, we'll stop the grounding two days early," Scott said. Immediately, Bryce started saying he was sorry and he had learned his lesson. "Good," Scott said and left to let his son get dressed.

Isaac woke up to his sister pecking him with kisses all over his face. "Eeew!" he yelled, pushing her away and wiping the slightly wet kiss marks from his face. Emma laughed and collapsed on to the floor in a heap. "If you had kissed me longer, you could've given me cooties! You think that's funny, don't you?" he asked. "Of course I do!" she replied in that's-a-stupid-question-to-ask tone of voice.

"Well, let's see how funny it is when Daddy sees that you're wearing Mommy's make-up," he said, jumping out of his bed in his pajamas and walking towards his father's room. "NO!" Emma said, wrapping her arms around her older brother's right leg and begging him not to tell their father.

"Alright. I won't tell if you clean my room for a week." "Vous êtes fou! Je ne travaille pas pour cela long! (You're crazy! I won't work for that long!)" "Fine," Isaac said and then took a big breath. "DA—" Emma slapped her hand over her brother's mouth and said, "Fine! I'll do it." "Thought so," Isaac said, smirking at her and walking away. Under her breath, she muttered, "Bien que j'aime mon frère avec tout mon coeur, j'aurai ma vengeance! (Even though I love my brother with my whole heart, I will have my revenge!)"

Breakfast was plain and simple. In one word... cereal.

It seemed like minutes had passed before the kids had brushed their teeth, washed their faces, and got their things ready so they could catch the bus.

Tara was stopped by her father who once again reminded her to stay out of trouble. "Okay," she said, boarding the bus. She then remembered that she forgot to tell her father something, so she pulled down the bus' window and yelled to her daddy, "Daddy! Don't forget. There's a parent-teacher conference tonight for all of us!" And with that, she was off.

The guys were having a meeting while the pre-school children were locked securely in their rooms with their roommates to play with.

"What'll we do? We can't leave the kids with you, Professor. And if we leave them with Logan, no offense of course, they'll be dead in a matter of hours. That is, if they don't drive him into an early grave first," Lance said. "Well, I guess you'll just have to take the little ruffians with you," Logan said, taking out a cigar and lighting it.

"Logan," the Professor said in a warning voice, "When they were young, I tolerated your smoking, but with children running around the Mansion, I will not tolerate it," said a 65 year old Charles. He had a blanket smoothed over his lap and was looking quite tired which was the men's reason for not leaving the children with him. Even though he could probably control their minds, he would tire very easily as he was getting older and weaker.

Logan grunted and put the cigar out. "So," the Professor said, "It's agreed. You men will take your children with you."

The men made it to Bayville's Elementary School and walked through the main entrance and into the giant cafeteria where a bunch of seats were arranged to seat the parents and children as they listened to a long and boring speech made by Principal Kelly, now in his 50's, who had been demoted from high school principal to elementary.

"... We, at Bayville Elementary, feel that every student should be given a chance to learn, mutant or human, and that you, their parents, can help them have a successful future," he said, eyeing the two rows filled with the X-Men and their children. "Anyway," he continued, "Your children's teachers will be separated according to their grades. Kindergarten starts off in the north section and 5th grade ends at west." He finished and stepped down to talk to some of the parents and his staff.

With Grace in her car seat—sleeping—Scott held securely to Immy and let Bryce show him to his 2nd grade teacher, Ms. Reynolds.

"Well, hello Mr. Summers. What a pleasure it is to meet you," she said, taking the tip of his finger and shaking it gingerly. Scott rolled his eyes underneath his red ruby glasses and sat down in the chair provided. "Um... Bryce has a great personality. He's always willing to help others, but we have been having an issue with his tests. You wrote in his paperwork that he has the powers of telekinesis and of a telepath. He's the only student in my class who gets 100% on his tests, and cheating, Mr. Summers, is something I won't tolerate in my class."

Her eyes darted from Scott to Bryce and back to Scott. In Scott's mind, he heard a telepathic message from his son, Dad, Ms. Reynolds is lying! I don't cheat! Scott tapped his son on his shoulder and sent him back a message telling him he was too loud in his mind and it was giving him a headache.

"I'm sorry Ms. Reynolds. I'll talk with him about it," he said, sending another message to his son that he believed him over the teacher any day.

After a quick trip to the restroom, Remy dragged his son and daughter to Isaac's 2nd grade teacher, Ms. Malaga.

"Hello Mr. LeBeau. Please take a seat." Remy did as he was directed. Ms. Malaga stared dreamingly into the handsome Cajun's face. Fortunately, behind the glasses he was wearing, she couldn't see the demon eyes behind the man.

He waved a hand in her face and she snapped back into reality. "So, Isaac is having a few problems in my class. He keeps bothering a particular student in my class—Rebecca Walters. She's complained to me, several times now. I've caught him before. I've talked to him... the principal has talked to him... and since nothing seems to be getting through, will you please talk to him?" she asked sweetly. She didn't notice herself put on puppy-dog eyes and softly caressing his hand.

Underneath his glasses, Gambit smiled but then reminded himself his loyalty was to Rogue or Marie (she had told him her real name on their wedding day). He slipped his hand from hers and started reprimanding his son and made him apologize to the girl who was standing behind a line of tape, waiting for her turn for the conference with her teacher. "Sorry," Isaac said, looking sorrowfully into Becca's eyes.

"You're forgiven," she told him. Then, she stood on her tip toes and gave him a kiss on his forehead. Her mother jerked her away and reprimanded her while Isaac ran to the bathroom, yelling, "Cooties!" Emma was rolling on the floor with laughter, yelling, "Yes! Revenge! HAHAHA!" Remy gathered his kids and hid in the X-Jet until all the men came back.

Lance held a sleeping Gavin over his shoulder and followed Lauren around to her teacher, Mr. Allen. "Hello Lauren," he said. Lauren traced a line in the linoleum tiles of the cafeteria and sweetly looked up at her teacher and waved. "Mr. Alvers, how good it is to finally meet you!" Lance smiled and sat down. "Well, as you can see, this is Lauren's grade. A "B-". She has a big project coming up along with the other 2nd graders. It's called, "My Family". If she does it, she'll bring her grade up to an "A" but the problem is, it requires her to read her paper and I don't know why, but your daughter refuses to talk to her classmates or me for that matter. She only talks to a certain teddy bear she takes to school."

"Lauren, sweetie, how come you don't talk?" Lance asked. Lauren shook her head and her eyes looked to Mr. Allen with venom. "This is what I mean. She won't talk around me or any of the other kids. Maybe it's something with her mutation," he suggested. Lance tightened his fists and took deep breaths. In a menacing voice, he said, "You're saying my daughter doesn't talk in your class because of her mutation, but it looks like her real reasons are because she doesn't like you or her classmates!"

"Are you accusing me of messing with your daughter? Or her classmates?" Allen asked. "No, but it seems that way to me!" Lance said, looking down at Lauren as she nodded her head. "He's been teaching about mutants and said they're dirty and should be exterminated!" Lauren said. Lance, with malice in his voice, replied, "If my daughter ever comes back to me with something about you, I swear, you'll feel the earth underneath your feet tremble so hard..." he couldn't finish because it wouldn't be appropriate for children's ears.

Nathan had managed to sneak off, unaware from Bobby, and grabbed a lollipop before Iceman could stop him. So, grabbing the candy from his son's mouth and throwing it into the garbage, he carried his son and daughter to Tara's teacher.

"Hello Mr. Drake," Ms. Gellman said. Bobby replied with a smile and sat down. "As your wife must have told you, Tara has been getting into many fights lately. Now, I'm not prejudiced against mutants, but it seems everyday she is getting an infraction—our way of discipline—and if it doesn't stop soon, she'll be expelled. As of today, she is suspended for three days. I'm very sorry."

Then she turned the conversation over to Tara. "Tara, if the kids are bothering you so much, why don't you tell me?" "It's always too late," Tara said, rubbing her bruised arm. "Well, after your suspension, why don't you spend your lunches and recesses with me? That way, you won't get into any more fights." Bobby thanked Ms. Gellman for her excellent advice and raced to get to Nathan who was digging through the trash bin for his lolly.

Sam's conference was very short. Apparently, his son was exactly like himself... shy and very nice to have in class. In other words, a teacher's pet.

Lastly, it was Kurt's turn. He took both his children's' hands and led them up to their teacher, Mr. Brose. "Hello, my name is Kurt Wagner." "My name's Mr. Brose. Please, have a seat."

"So, how are Caleb and Morgan doing?" Kurt asked, getting ready for the grueling reports he was bound to hear. "They're doing very well, though I am concerned about Morgan. She's having difficulty in class with spelling and pronunciation of her words. I often see Caleb helping her out with her papers—sometimes even doing it for her. I strongly object to this, but I let it slide—sometimes. I was wondering, has she been diagnosed with dyslexia?" he asked.

Kurt looked at his daughter. "No," he said. "Well, you might want to get her tested. I recommend it. It's always helping these things before they get worse."

The X-Men drove home and went to bed, except for Kurt who started making appointments for his daughter to see a therapist (A/N: or whoever checks dyslexia).

A/N: Kind of boring chapter maybe. I'm sorry. If it is good, I'm sure you'll tell me in your reviews. Thanx guys... and girls. I really appreciate the reviews.

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