A New Beginning
Chapter 1- Drake, Triss, and Nate
Kitty Wagner jolted awake due to an aching pain in her back. It had been a rough night for her, as were most nights lately. She was nine months pregnant, and was tired of sleeping being a chore. She glanced at her alarm clock. It read 6:45. She had better start getting the kids ready for school. She shook Kurt.
"Kurt, wake up dear," Kitty whispered. Kurt grumbled something and yawned. He then sat up, and stretched his arms and his tail. "Awwww man," Kurt moaned in his thick German accent, "School time already?"
"Unfortunately," answered Kitty.
Kurt stepped out of bed, and started towards the door of their room.
"Kurt?" Kitty sighed.
"Yes?" he asked, his eyes still slightly squinted from sleep.
"Help," she chuckled, holding her hand in the air.
Once Kurt had gotten his pregnant wife on her feet, he said, "I'll get the twins, you get Drake."
Drake was sixteen. He had brown hair, tan skin, and brown eyes, just like his father. Kurt was not Drake's father. Before being married to Kurt, Kitty had been married to Lance Alvers. She never had gotten over divorcing him. The truth was, she still loved Lance, and missed him often. She had gotten married to him when she was nineteen, and she'd had Drake around the end of that year. Luckily, Lance had finished college by then, so Kitty could go to school by day, and come home at night. But, being on opposite teams, the two got in many arguments. The fighting became worse, especially with them both having such bad tempers. It soon became unbearable, and they also didn't want Drake growing up in an irritable and argumentative environment. The couple, it seemed, fought for no reason at all as time progressed. So, with heavy hearts, Kitty and Lance decided they would rather be apart and happy, than together and unhappy. Kitty remembered walking out of the court room with the two year old Drake by her side. She remembered the tears coursing down her face as she and Lance walked in opposite directions. Drake was crying, and wanted to know where his Daddy was going. Kitty sat on a bench for a moment, trying to deal with her emotions. Then she heard a voice she hadn't heard in nearly three years.
"Kitty?"
She looked up and saw Kurt's very confused face.
"What's wrong?" he asked. Then Kitty threw her arms around his neck, and sobbed uncontrollably. They had never been apart since.
Drake spent half of the week with his mother and the other with his father. They split the week on Saturday so both Kitty and Lance had some of the weekend with him. Kitty came to a door at the end of the hallway. When she opened the door, she saw a typical room for a sixteen year old boy. As she looked to one corner, her eyes met four others. These were the eyes of Malcolm and Eddie, Drake's two pet ferrets. They curled back up as Kitty looked to the sleeping form of Drake. She tried gently shaking him awake as she whispered, "Drake, sweetie, time for school." This attempt failed, as she suspected it would.
Then she tried shaking him a little harder, and this time speaking louder said, "Drake, wake up, it's time for school."
This attempt failed like the first one. Sighing, Kitty's attention turned to his alarm clock, which he always forgot to set. She set the clock for 6:48, one minute from now. She waited for a bit, then counted, "Three, two, one," and immediately the clock started beeping loudly. Drake groaned, and then mumbled, "I'm up, I'm up."
He stood, and pushed a button on the clock, but being sleepy he accidentally knocked it off the table. Kitty started to pick it up, which had become a slow process with pregnancy.
"I'll get it," said Drake, "you don't need to be bending down like that. Plus, it takes you forever."
Drake smiled as he put the clock back in its place. Kitty reached up and ruffled his hair.
"Will you go set the table please?" she asked.
"Sure thing, Mom," he answered.
Kitty gazed wistfully back at her son as he left the room. Was this the child she had carried for nine months? Was this the baby she had held in her arms? Was this the small three year old she knew from yesterday? Yes, this was the little three year old, who was taller than she was.
Kurt padded towards a door in the middle of the hallway. As he opened it, he saw a room that was split in half. One side of the room was a light purple, with turquoise dragonflies painted here or there. A couple posters were hung in certain places. The other half of the room's paint color was unrecognizable, due to posters plastered every where. This bedroom belonged to Triss, and Nathaniel (who preferred to be called Nate). As Kurt walked over to Triss's bed, he saw a little lump travel up to her pillows. He then saw the head of a little black and white Chihuahua peek out from under the covers. This was Pippin, a little dog filled with much personality, who was always ready to supply laughs. He bent over to wake up Triss, when Pippin sailed off the bed and raced after something. Kurt laughed as he said, "Pippin, leave poor Gracie alone." As he said this, a silver tabby leaped up onto Nate's bed, with the fur on her tail standing on end. The whole family was convinced that Gracie was insane.
Kurt then said, "Trissy, time for school,"
Triss mumbled to herself as Kurt went to wake Nate. As he approached the bed, the crazy cat jumped backwards, in order to get away from him. She ended up landing on Nate's head. Nate moaned and said something.
"Typical," Kurt said as he turned to see if Triss was awake yet.
Nothing, as he suspected. He turned back Nate, and he was asleep again too!
"Not again," Kurt groaned.
"Need some help?" Kitty asked as she laughed.
"Yes," Kurt answered, "As always."
Then, Kitty and Kurt heard some thing from under the covers. Suddenly, the twins leaped out of their beds yelling,
"LAST DAY OF SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!"
Then they fell to the floor laughing hysterically.
"We... got you... once again," laughed Triss.
"You..should....have seen...the look...on your face..Mom!" Nate said, on the verge of tears from laughing so hard.
"I thought Dad.....was gonna fall over....he looked so....scared!" Triss gasped.
"Alright, alright, very funny," Kitty stated, trying hard not to let Triss and Nate see that she was about to laugh, as well as Kurt. "You crazy children go downstairs and help your brother with breakfast."
Triss and Nate then started chanting in a singsong voice, "You know you wanna laugh, you know you wanna laugh."
Kitty then burst out laughing as the twins left the room. Kurt's laughter followed Kitty's as they listened to the thirteen year olds' giggles echo down the hallway.
"They're little pranksters, just like their father," Kitty laughed.
"Well, seventh graders are like that," Kurt chuckled.
"They're not seventh graders for long," Kitty sighed, "at the end of the day, they'll be eighth graders." Kitty always acted like that on the last day of school, first day of school, and holidays. She saw her children growing up, Drake was going to be a Junior in high school, and the twins only had one more year in middle school. It was a joyful, yet sad experience at the same time.
Triss and Nate had blue skin and tails like their father. Triss's skin and fur was lighter than Kurt's, sort of wedge wood blue, and the end of her tail was more rounded. Nate's fur was more like his father's, and his tail was too. Triss took more after her mother in personality, while Nate's personality was all his own. Though f he was more like one than the other, though, it would have to be Kurt.
As Kitty and Kurt walked down the hall, they saw a shy Siamese cat named Oliver. When Kitty reached as far down as she could (this wasn't much) Oliver stood on his hind legs so she could pet him. Kitty was a veterinarian, which explained the abundance of animals in the house.
"Hi, sweet Oliver," Kitty said in baby talk to the blue eyed cat. "Are you hungry?"
Oliver mewed in response. Kitty began talking to him again.
"Then let's get some foodies for the sweet kitty boy."
Kurt laughed as he listened to his wife baby talk to the cat. She did this often to all the animals. They made their way into the kitchen where Triss and Nate where causing much noise. They were ecstatic because it was the last day of school. As Drake set the cat's food down on the floor for his mother, Kitty asked, "Did everyone remember to feed their animals?"
All three children simultaneously said, "Oops!" and raced upstairs to feed them. Then Kitty put some bread in the toaster, and busied herself with some scrambled eggs. She was determined to cheer herself up a bit. Meanwhile, Kurt was pouring orange juice into the three cups sitting on the table.
Kurt ported out of the room to go get the mail. He was back in a moment,(accidentally carrying the jug of orange juice) just as the kids came stampeding down the stairs to the breakfast table. Kurt set the mail down as he went to get some lesson plans he had left upstairs. Kurt was a pre-k teacher. The kids really seemed to respond to his funny personality.
Kitty leafed through the mail. Junk, bills, and more bills. Then she came across an envelope. It read her and Kurt's address and was written in calligraphy on very fine stationary. She knew that writing from somewhere, it was on the tip of her tongue. "C'mon, think Kitty," she thought to herself as she opened the letter.
You're invited to
A reunion at the Charles Xavier Institute
On May 30th.
This was all Kitty needed to see before bolting to the bottom of the stairs and yelling,
"KURT, KURT COME HERE!"
The kids wanted to know what the heck their mother was so happy about. Kurt popped right in front of Kitty, wanting to know why his wife was yelling up the stairs.
"What is it?" Kurt asked, looking concerned. Kitty handed him the note, grinning from ear to ear.
"Read it ,"she told him. All three kids at the table were baffled.
"What do you think is going on?" Drake asked Nate.
"Something stupid, I'm sure," mumbled Nate who had seen this kind of excitement before.
"I haven't seen that place in years!" Kurt exclaimed.
"Usually, when one of 'em says something like that," Triss nodded towards her father, "we're going somewhere boring and historical." Drake and Nate nodded in agreement.
"Whaddya say we make a run for it?" Drake whispered.
"Let's go!" hissed Triss. They all crept quietly off to the door. Triss and Nate grabbed their hollow watches as they went. Once they were out of the house, they raced for the bus stop at the corner of the street before their parents could find they were gone.
Kurt walked into the kitchen, beaming.
"Hey kids, guess wha-." and stopped short.
"Wonderful," Kitty said sarcastically to an empty kitchen. "They've made a run for it."
"I bet they think were going somewhere boring." said Kurt.
"And historical." Kitty added. Kurt nodded. They both smiled.
"That place couldn't be boring if it tried." Kitty laughed.
"Nope," Kurt shook his head in agreement.
Chapter 1- Drake, Triss, and Nate
Kitty Wagner jolted awake due to an aching pain in her back. It had been a rough night for her, as were most nights lately. She was nine months pregnant, and was tired of sleeping being a chore. She glanced at her alarm clock. It read 6:45. She had better start getting the kids ready for school. She shook Kurt.
"Kurt, wake up dear," Kitty whispered. Kurt grumbled something and yawned. He then sat up, and stretched his arms and his tail. "Awwww man," Kurt moaned in his thick German accent, "School time already?"
"Unfortunately," answered Kitty.
Kurt stepped out of bed, and started towards the door of their room.
"Kurt?" Kitty sighed.
"Yes?" he asked, his eyes still slightly squinted from sleep.
"Help," she chuckled, holding her hand in the air.
Once Kurt had gotten his pregnant wife on her feet, he said, "I'll get the twins, you get Drake."
Drake was sixteen. He had brown hair, tan skin, and brown eyes, just like his father. Kurt was not Drake's father. Before being married to Kurt, Kitty had been married to Lance Alvers. She never had gotten over divorcing him. The truth was, she still loved Lance, and missed him often. She had gotten married to him when she was nineteen, and she'd had Drake around the end of that year. Luckily, Lance had finished college by then, so Kitty could go to school by day, and come home at night. But, being on opposite teams, the two got in many arguments. The fighting became worse, especially with them both having such bad tempers. It soon became unbearable, and they also didn't want Drake growing up in an irritable and argumentative environment. The couple, it seemed, fought for no reason at all as time progressed. So, with heavy hearts, Kitty and Lance decided they would rather be apart and happy, than together and unhappy. Kitty remembered walking out of the court room with the two year old Drake by her side. She remembered the tears coursing down her face as she and Lance walked in opposite directions. Drake was crying, and wanted to know where his Daddy was going. Kitty sat on a bench for a moment, trying to deal with her emotions. Then she heard a voice she hadn't heard in nearly three years.
"Kitty?"
She looked up and saw Kurt's very confused face.
"What's wrong?" he asked. Then Kitty threw her arms around his neck, and sobbed uncontrollably. They had never been apart since.
Drake spent half of the week with his mother and the other with his father. They split the week on Saturday so both Kitty and Lance had some of the weekend with him. Kitty came to a door at the end of the hallway. When she opened the door, she saw a typical room for a sixteen year old boy. As she looked to one corner, her eyes met four others. These were the eyes of Malcolm and Eddie, Drake's two pet ferrets. They curled back up as Kitty looked to the sleeping form of Drake. She tried gently shaking him awake as she whispered, "Drake, sweetie, time for school." This attempt failed, as she suspected it would.
Then she tried shaking him a little harder, and this time speaking louder said, "Drake, wake up, it's time for school."
This attempt failed like the first one. Sighing, Kitty's attention turned to his alarm clock, which he always forgot to set. She set the clock for 6:48, one minute from now. She waited for a bit, then counted, "Three, two, one," and immediately the clock started beeping loudly. Drake groaned, and then mumbled, "I'm up, I'm up."
He stood, and pushed a button on the clock, but being sleepy he accidentally knocked it off the table. Kitty started to pick it up, which had become a slow process with pregnancy.
"I'll get it," said Drake, "you don't need to be bending down like that. Plus, it takes you forever."
Drake smiled as he put the clock back in its place. Kitty reached up and ruffled his hair.
"Will you go set the table please?" she asked.
"Sure thing, Mom," he answered.
Kitty gazed wistfully back at her son as he left the room. Was this the child she had carried for nine months? Was this the baby she had held in her arms? Was this the small three year old she knew from yesterday? Yes, this was the little three year old, who was taller than she was.
Kurt padded towards a door in the middle of the hallway. As he opened it, he saw a room that was split in half. One side of the room was a light purple, with turquoise dragonflies painted here or there. A couple posters were hung in certain places. The other half of the room's paint color was unrecognizable, due to posters plastered every where. This bedroom belonged to Triss, and Nathaniel (who preferred to be called Nate). As Kurt walked over to Triss's bed, he saw a little lump travel up to her pillows. He then saw the head of a little black and white Chihuahua peek out from under the covers. This was Pippin, a little dog filled with much personality, who was always ready to supply laughs. He bent over to wake up Triss, when Pippin sailed off the bed and raced after something. Kurt laughed as he said, "Pippin, leave poor Gracie alone." As he said this, a silver tabby leaped up onto Nate's bed, with the fur on her tail standing on end. The whole family was convinced that Gracie was insane.
Kurt then said, "Trissy, time for school,"
Triss mumbled to herself as Kurt went to wake Nate. As he approached the bed, the crazy cat jumped backwards, in order to get away from him. She ended up landing on Nate's head. Nate moaned and said something.
"Typical," Kurt said as he turned to see if Triss was awake yet.
Nothing, as he suspected. He turned back Nate, and he was asleep again too!
"Not again," Kurt groaned.
"Need some help?" Kitty asked as she laughed.
"Yes," Kurt answered, "As always."
Then, Kitty and Kurt heard some thing from under the covers. Suddenly, the twins leaped out of their beds yelling,
"LAST DAY OF SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!"
Then they fell to the floor laughing hysterically.
"We... got you... once again," laughed Triss.
"You..should....have seen...the look...on your face..Mom!" Nate said, on the verge of tears from laughing so hard.
"I thought Dad.....was gonna fall over....he looked so....scared!" Triss gasped.
"Alright, alright, very funny," Kitty stated, trying hard not to let Triss and Nate see that she was about to laugh, as well as Kurt. "You crazy children go downstairs and help your brother with breakfast."
Triss and Nate then started chanting in a singsong voice, "You know you wanna laugh, you know you wanna laugh."
Kitty then burst out laughing as the twins left the room. Kurt's laughter followed Kitty's as they listened to the thirteen year olds' giggles echo down the hallway.
"They're little pranksters, just like their father," Kitty laughed.
"Well, seventh graders are like that," Kurt chuckled.
"They're not seventh graders for long," Kitty sighed, "at the end of the day, they'll be eighth graders." Kitty always acted like that on the last day of school, first day of school, and holidays. She saw her children growing up, Drake was going to be a Junior in high school, and the twins only had one more year in middle school. It was a joyful, yet sad experience at the same time.
Triss and Nate had blue skin and tails like their father. Triss's skin and fur was lighter than Kurt's, sort of wedge wood blue, and the end of her tail was more rounded. Nate's fur was more like his father's, and his tail was too. Triss took more after her mother in personality, while Nate's personality was all his own. Though f he was more like one than the other, though, it would have to be Kurt.
As Kitty and Kurt walked down the hall, they saw a shy Siamese cat named Oliver. When Kitty reached as far down as she could (this wasn't much) Oliver stood on his hind legs so she could pet him. Kitty was a veterinarian, which explained the abundance of animals in the house.
"Hi, sweet Oliver," Kitty said in baby talk to the blue eyed cat. "Are you hungry?"
Oliver mewed in response. Kitty began talking to him again.
"Then let's get some foodies for the sweet kitty boy."
Kurt laughed as he listened to his wife baby talk to the cat. She did this often to all the animals. They made their way into the kitchen where Triss and Nate where causing much noise. They were ecstatic because it was the last day of school. As Drake set the cat's food down on the floor for his mother, Kitty asked, "Did everyone remember to feed their animals?"
All three children simultaneously said, "Oops!" and raced upstairs to feed them. Then Kitty put some bread in the toaster, and busied herself with some scrambled eggs. She was determined to cheer herself up a bit. Meanwhile, Kurt was pouring orange juice into the three cups sitting on the table.
Kurt ported out of the room to go get the mail. He was back in a moment,(accidentally carrying the jug of orange juice) just as the kids came stampeding down the stairs to the breakfast table. Kurt set the mail down as he went to get some lesson plans he had left upstairs. Kurt was a pre-k teacher. The kids really seemed to respond to his funny personality.
Kitty leafed through the mail. Junk, bills, and more bills. Then she came across an envelope. It read her and Kurt's address and was written in calligraphy on very fine stationary. She knew that writing from somewhere, it was on the tip of her tongue. "C'mon, think Kitty," she thought to herself as she opened the letter.
You're invited to
A reunion at the Charles Xavier Institute
On May 30th.
This was all Kitty needed to see before bolting to the bottom of the stairs and yelling,
"KURT, KURT COME HERE!"
The kids wanted to know what the heck their mother was so happy about. Kurt popped right in front of Kitty, wanting to know why his wife was yelling up the stairs.
"What is it?" Kurt asked, looking concerned. Kitty handed him the note, grinning from ear to ear.
"Read it ,"she told him. All three kids at the table were baffled.
"What do you think is going on?" Drake asked Nate.
"Something stupid, I'm sure," mumbled Nate who had seen this kind of excitement before.
"I haven't seen that place in years!" Kurt exclaimed.
"Usually, when one of 'em says something like that," Triss nodded towards her father, "we're going somewhere boring and historical." Drake and Nate nodded in agreement.
"Whaddya say we make a run for it?" Drake whispered.
"Let's go!" hissed Triss. They all crept quietly off to the door. Triss and Nate grabbed their hollow watches as they went. Once they were out of the house, they raced for the bus stop at the corner of the street before their parents could find they were gone.
Kurt walked into the kitchen, beaming.
"Hey kids, guess wha-." and stopped short.
"Wonderful," Kitty said sarcastically to an empty kitchen. "They've made a run for it."
"I bet they think were going somewhere boring." said Kurt.
"And historical." Kitty added. Kurt nodded. They both smiled.
"That place couldn't be boring if it tried." Kitty laughed.
"Nope," Kurt shook his head in agreement.