Hello again! Holy crud! I can't believe how long my chapter was! Don't worry, I'm gonna try to make my chaps shorter.

Thanks for the review, todd fan. I really like your story "When I grow up…" It was really awesome. U rock!

Disclaimer: I do not nor ever will own X-Men: Evo or any form of X-Men (that belongs to Marvel and Stan Lee, darn you!) and I do not nor ever will own the storyline for Lilo & Stitch (that belongs to Disney, double darn you!)

I know I didn't wait long to get more reviews, but I kinda want to try and get everything down before I forget. I'll try to give you readers more time to see my fic. Not that I am or really should be counting on any reviews. Hehe, I wonder how long it will take before I get any flamers? Well, I guess I'm not TOO anxious. [shifty eyes]. Oh well, on with da fic!

Oh, by the way! Let me know in your reviews if you think I should continue to write in story format or if I should switch to more of a screen play setup. Read & Review please!

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Chapter 2

            The waters surrounding the islands of Hawaii were swarming with tropical ocean life, among them a very special little fishy called Pudge. In his mouth he had his weekly peanut butter sandwich. Rogue knew how important it was for Pudge to get his sandwich.

            After giving him his sandwich, Rogue took a few moments to swim along with the other animals. As she surfaced, she watched two dolphins jump high out of the water. She looked about her surroundings. Beneath the waves, she was with the most beautiful creatures in the world. Above them, she was in a sea of tranquility and solitude. It was the only place and time that Rogue felt comfortable being herself. If only there had been some way she could always live there, never to be harshly judged by another creature. She knew, of course, that it could not last, since she needed to get to her play rehearsal. They were doing the play "Dracula" and she knew she didn't want to miss that.

            Between a desire to stay and an urgency to go, she finally decided to head in. She loved to ride the waves via body surf, since the waves in Hawaii were so huge. She took a deep breath and dove into the water, swimming towards shore and waiting for the right wave to ride. She would not have to wait long though, since as she resurfaced a large wave formed over her head. Taking another deep breath, she was thrust forward with amazing speed and in a matter of seconds she had reached the shore.

            She quickly stood up and ran over to her duffle bag. She began rummaging through it to find her costume when she spotted her watch. She took a moment to look at the time, and immediately her sense of urgency increased.

            Oh crap! Ah'm late! Mr. McCoy is gonna flip!

            Rogue didn't bother to stop and change. Ah can just change on the run. Ah've got to get there before mah group goes on! Then maybe Mr. McCoy won't notice.

            However, there was one thing that she couldn't possibly miss. As she ran, she saw an incredibly obese guy with a yellow mohawk, a very noticeable T-shirt tan line, and an ice cream cone. She quickly took out her camera, positioned herself, focused the camera, and took a picture. As she did, the guy's ice cream fell off the cone. Without wasting a moment, Rogue put away the camera and ran as fast as she could. That is, running as fast as she could while putting on her tights, shoes, black choker, and maroon dress she would wear for the play. And fortunately, there was a wooded area between the beach and her drama class building, so no one saw her. Besides, she was just putting her outfit over her dark green bikini, so it wasn't as if she was naked or something!

            Meanwhile, at the rehearsal, the women dancers in the play were already out and dancing. Now the teens, Taryn and her female posse, were signaled to enter onto the stage and start their dance by Mr. McCoy. As they did, Mr. McCoy counted them. There were supposed to be five teen dancers. There were only four.

            "Oye ve," Mr. McCoy groaned quietly to himself. He knew exactly who was missing.

            Rogue.

            Rogue finally reached the drama building, fully dressed, and she quickly dashed through the side door that led to the backstage. She threw down her duffle bag onto the floor and entered onto the stage behind the women dancers. She watched and waited, making sure that Mr. McCoy wasn't looking when she came out. Fortunately for her, he was pacing across the floor, probably wondering where she was, and did not really pay attention to the performers at the moment. Rogue immediately stepped in at the first chance she had and quickly fell into synchronization with the other dancers.

            The rest of the dance went well. When the girls finished, they paused to take their bows. Suddenly, all of the girls except for Rogue slipped and fell on the stage. You see, Rogue had not taken the chance to dry off, so she was still wet while she was dancing. She had unintentionally left a pool of water on the floor while she danced and caused the other girls to fall at the end. Why she didn't fall, who knows? The women in the row behind the girls took a step back, leaving Rogue standing at center stage all by herself. The center of attention; the last place she wanted to be.

            "Stop, stop," ordered Mr. McCoy when he saw the girls fall. He walked up onto the stage, careful not to fall, and faced a sheepish Rogue. "Rogue, why are you all wet?"

            "It's sandwich day," Rogue replied in a matter-of-fact tone.

            Mr. McCoy only replied with a confused look.

            Oh great! Here we go! Ah hate havin' to explain this. Everyone else will think it's stupid! Rogue made a big sigh before she proceeded to explain her tardiness. "Every Thursday ah bring Pudge the Fish a peanut butter sandwich."

            "Pudge is a fish?" asked Mr. McCoy, still a bit confused.

            "An' t'day we were outta peanut butter!" continued Rogue. "So ah asked mah sister what ah should give 'im and she gave me tuna! Do you know what tuna is?"

            "Fish?"

            "It's FISH! If ah gave Pudge fish, ah'd be an abomination! Ah'm late 'cuz ah had to run t' the store an' get peanut butter 'cuz all we have is-is… STINKIN' TUNA!"

            Rogue at this point was flipping out in front of her classmates, who were exchanging odd looks among themselves. Mr. McCoy tried to calm her. "Rogue, why is this so important?"

            After catching her breathe, she answered very calmly, "Pudge controls the weather."

            This earned more odd glances from everyone in the room. Even the members of the orchestra and the women dancers looked at each other with strange and confused looks.

            Taryn shook her head in disbelief. "You're crazy!"

            Rogue immediately lost her temper and tackled Taryn viciously. All of the other girls started screaming and shrieking from fright while Taryn yelled for help. Mr. McCoy jumped in and pulled Rogue off Taryn as she started beating her up. "Everyone calm down!" he yelled over all of the screaming  as the rest of Taryn's posse huddled around her and behind Mr. McCoy. He looked at Taryn's injuries for a moment and then turned to Rogue. "Rogue…"

            "Ah'm sorry! Ah won't do it again!"

            "Maybe we should call your sister."

            "No, ah'll be good! Ah wanna dance. Ah practiced." She looked at him with sad eyes. She felt really sorry for what she did. She didn't know exactly why she did it, it just happened. "Ah wanna dance," she said again in a quieter voice. "Ah practiced."

            Mr. McCoy thought about it for a moment and considered maybe letting Rogue go this time. Then he heard Taryn say, "Ew, she bit me!" "Eww!" cried the other girls in unison.

            Rogue sat outside by herself while she waited for rehearsal to be dismissed. Mr. McCoy made her change into her regular clothes and spend the rest of rehearsal away from the other the students. "It's for your own good," he told her. Why was everyone so afraid of her? Sure she hit Taryn. And sure, maybe she bit her, but she hadn't meant to hurt anyone. As far as she knew, she never really wanted to hurt anyone in her life. She was just prone to that kind of stuff. It just happened sometimes and she couldn't stop herself until it was too late. Ah'll never belong, she thought. Not with them, not with anybody.

            Just then, the other girls in her class ran out of the building, shrieking with excitement. Rogue remained on the steps as Mr. McCoy came outside and crouched down beside her. "I called your sister," he said. "She'll be here in a few minutes." Then with a sigh he added, "We'll try again on Sunday."

            Rogue clutched her bag that was resting on her lap with both hands and she stood up. She slung it over her head and onto her opposite shoulder and watched the other girls walking together in their little group. Maybe ah should try talkin' to 'em again. Maybe they've forgiven me by now. Then after a moment, she thought, Yeah, like THAT would ever happen.

            As the girls walked together, Taryn showed her wrist where it was bitten to one of her friends. "Does this look infected to you?"

            "Uh, yeah!" replied the girl, just as another one gasped from noticing that Rogue had crept up behind them. They all turned around and faced her. Rogue tried to smile a little, but was only greeted by cold expressions.

            "You better not have rabies," Taryn snarled.

            "If you have rabies," another girl added, "the dog catcher will have to come and cut out your-"

            "Are you playin' dolls?" interrupted Rogue, not particularly interested in what the girl was about to say.

            The girls all quickly hid their dolls behind their backs. "You don't have a doll," remarked Taryn.

            Rogue immediately pulled out what looked like a mutated alien doll made of household materials. "This is Scrump!"

            All the girls gasped in surprise and disgust.

            "Ah made her!" she continued. "But her head's too big. So ah pretend that a bug laid eggs in her ear, and she's sad 'cuz she only has a few days to…"

            It was by then that Rogue realized she was alone again. The girls had ditched her while she was in the middle of explaining her doll's unpleasant history. Ah KNEW ah shouldn't have bothered makin' friends with 'em! Well the heck with it! Ah don't need anybody, includin' mah stupid doll! With that she threw 'Srump' into the dirt and began to walk away. After a few seconds, she ran back, picked up her doll, and hugged her. Ah'm sorry. Ah shouldn't have done that. You're the only friend ah've got.

            With that, she walked back to her house.

            It was only a few minutes after that that Rogue's older sister, Jean, came to the drama building. She expected to see Rogue waiting for her on the steps, but Rogue was nowhere to be found. "Rogue?" called Jean, hoping her sister hadn't gone far. "Rogue?" She dashed up the steps, hoping to see Rogue waiting inside. It only took Jean a few seconds to figure out what happened. "Oh no."

            With that she dashed back down the steps and began running back to their house. "You better be home," she thought aloud. As she ran, she nearly hit, or was nearly hit by a car. "Hey! Watch where you're going!" she shouted. After kicking the front of the car, she added, "Stupid head!"

            She continued to run to the house. She reached it, ran up the steps, and ran to the door. She at first frantically tried to open it, but it was locked. "Rogue?" she called, hoping that maybe she had made it home. "Open the door Rogue!"

            "Go 'way," Rogue replied from inside the house in a quiet, depressed voice.

            Jean decided to poke her head through the dog door, even though they didn't have a dog. She could see Rogue lying on the floor, eyes half open, with her record player and Elvis Presley records beside her. Her record player was playing a song at that moment. "C'mon, Rogue!" exclaimed Jean impatiently. "We don't have time for this! That social worker is gonna be here any minute!"

            Rogue slowly turned her head towards Jean. "Leave me alone t' die."

            Groaning in frustration, Jean decided she would just have to break into the house herself. She first unlocked the door. Then she realized that Rogue had nailed the door shut. Jean groaned again, but then she noticed the hammer lying close enough for her to reach it. She grabbed it and began pulling out the nails. What she didn't realize, unfortunately, was that a car had pulled up into their driveway. Not just any car, but the car Jean had run into a few minutes ago.

            "You are so dead when I get in there!" threatened Jean after she pulled out the first few nails.

            Rogue's only response was to turn up the volume on her record player.

            Jean just continued to rant away as the person in the car approached her, getting closer and closer. "I'm gonna stuff you in the blender, whip you up, and feed it to the social worker! And when he says 'Mmm, this is good! What's your secret?', I'm gonna say-"

            She suddenly felt herself being pulled out of the doggie door and came face to face with none other than… the social worker.

DUN DUN DUUUUN!

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I know! I know! I said I was gonna try to make this chapter shorter than the first. I think it is but not by much. Sorry! I'll update A.S.A.P. See ya soon! R&R!