Well here is chapter 3. The way I figure it, the main plot will come into play around chapter six or seven. No rantings from me this chapter. Here it is:

Sunday had gone pretty quick for Dax. When she had gotten up, she popped some Advil to help with her muscle pains from the previous day's Danger Room session. She then went to go to talk to the professor as he had requested. He gave her the list of rules of the mansion and the name of the guidance counselor that she had to see to get her school schedule. The Professor had been feeling a bit under the weather so he didn't talk to her for too long. Tabby had shown her how to get to Bayville High. Because Scott and Jean were no longer in High School, the other students basically fended for themselves when it came to getting to school. The only other person with a ride was Rogue, and she had a motorcycle so she wasn't taking any passengers. Because Dax had nothing else to do after that, she went back to bed and slept till Monday. (I've actually done that once or twice.)

It was 7:40am by the time Dax awoke; she had to be at the school in 20 minutes. "I swear, I'm gunna be late for my first day of school," she groaned. All the while wondering why no one woke her up, Dax quickly got dressed. Wearing her usual jeans, t-shirt, and gloves with the fingers cut off. She grabbed her army jacket and skateboard and ran out of her room. Well actually it's debatable whether her skateboard could really be called a skateboard. It was old, cracked and had no grip tape but Dax could care less, she just liked riding it. As she ran down the hallway she ran smack into Kurt. "Sorry," she said. "No problem," said Kurt with his German accent. "Vhat's vrong?" he asked. "Well I just got up and I'm going to be late for school, why aren't you hurrying?" Kurt laughed, "School doesn't start teel eight thirty, didn't anyvone tell you zat?" "Really? My old school started at 8:00, I guess I didn't think to ask what time school started here. Man I feel stupid now."

Kurt was just about to say something when Tabby came running down the hall with Amara and Jubilee. As they ran passed Dax and Kurt Amara grabbed the sleeve of Dax's jacket and pulled her along with them. "Where's the fire?" Dax asked as she was pulled along. "Ororo just called breakfast and the boys are gunna eat it all if we don't get down there fast. She made chocolate chip pancakes today and they'll be gone if we don't get there before the guys do!" Hearing this made Dax run faster, she absolutely loved chocolate chip pancakes. They ran to the dining room and grabbed some pancakes right before everyone else arrived. Dax ate quickly; she needed to get to school early so she could find her classes. When she finished her pancakes she thanked Ororo, cleared her plate at rushed to get to school. Kitty had to get to school early today to finish a computer project so she offered to walk with Dax. Dax graciously accepted the offer and walked off to school with Kitty.

Half way to school a jeep came roaring up beside them. "Hey pretty Kitty, need a ride?" asked the boy in the jeep. "Hey Lance! Sure I'll take a ride," she said. "Oh, by the way, this is Dax; she's new at the institute." "Hey," said Lance. "You can have a ride too if you want." "No thanks," said Dax, "I like to walk." Lance smiled, obviously pleased that he'd get to be alone with Kitty. "Suit yourself. Later," he said as he screeched off.

Dax pulled out her headphones from her jacket pocket and blasted some Green day in her ears. She got on her skateboard and rolled along the sidewalk to school. She loved skateboarding; in fact she loved any sport that involved a board. Snowboarding, wakeboarding, skateboarding, surfing, she loved them all, snowboarding especially. She quickly picked up speeds on her skateboard and began to hop on and off the curves, swerving in and out of cars waiting at the traffic light. She got a couple middle fingers thrown her way, but she didn't care.

Dax finally rolled up to school, she had taken two or three wrong turns, went around in circles five times (ending up at the same traffic light every time) but she finally made it. It was 8:20 and Dax still had to find the guidance counselor to get her schedule. Wandering around the building she looked for the guidance office. Finally she stopped and asked a kid who was walking by, he pointed her in the right direction and she finally found the office.

It was 8:33 when Dax left the guidance office. She dashed down the hallway looking at the map that she was provided, trying to locate her homeroom. Hopping on her skateboard she skated around the first floor trying to locate her classroom.

"Adrian Daxxon," called Mr. Healy. Just as he called her name, Dax came flying through the door, still on her skateboard. "Ahhh, Ms. Daxxon I presume?" "Yup," said Adrian. "Sorry I'm late, I'm new here." "Obviously," replied Mr. Healy. "Take the seat behind Mr. Wasserman and please no skateboards in school." Dax nodded and walked over to the desk that Mr. Healy had pointed to and sat down. Only a minute after taking her seat a crumpled up piece of paper landed on her desk. Opening it up, she read its contents: GO HOME YOU FREAKING MUTIE! "And there's the welcome wagon," Dax muttered.

After three periods of abuse from other students Dax finally landed a class with another student at the institute. Two in fact, Amara and Tabby. The three of them sat in the back of the class, listening to music and throwing stuff at the students sitting in front of them. Tabby had put a bomb in one, a small bomb, and was sent to the principal's office mid period. Next period was English, and unfortunately Dax had a happy go lucky teacher. "Now class," said Ms. Jacobs, "Who can tell me about Shakespeare's famous play Romeo and Juliet?" Looking around she saw that no one had their hand raised. "Hmmmm....How about we give our new student a shot? Dax, tell us about the play." "Once upon a time there were these two teenagers. They fell in love, they killed themselves, and the world lived happily ever after. The End" "Well that's....an interesting analogy," said Ms. Jacobs. "Would anyone else like to give it a shot?"

When school finally ended for the day, Dax could not be more glad. Ignoring the earlier warning of Mr. Healy, Dax skateboarded down the hall after school. She passed a couple of junkies with some pot. As she skated by them she grabbed a joint out of their hands, they cursed her out and tried to chase her down, but they were too stoned to catch her. When she got off school property she lit up the joint and was about to take a drag, but she stopped. "You promised yourself you'd quit Dax. Just put the joint out and go back to the institute." Reluctantly Dax put out the joint and skated off.

Well there you have it, the end of chapter 3. Please you guys, review the story and tell me what you think. I won't hold the story hostage or anything but it's nice to know what people think of your writing.