Disclaimer: Still don't own X-men, at least, since last time I checked. Hmmm. Maybe I should go check...
(A/N: SUP PEOPLE?!?! Ok, this story got deleted for BAD SPELLING. So I've now re-posted it. I now have a better reader and am re-posting both chapters before updating, so enjoy.)
I sat rigidly, staring blankly at a small smear of something on the lounge chair opposite me.
My mother had just dropped a bombshell on my head, so to speak.
Mr Summer's was still sitting in that lounge chare with the smear in front of me, and mum sat to my left. I had just placed the tray down when she turned to me and said.
"Darling! Guess what? You'll be transferring to a new private school next week! Isn't that marvellous?"
I hadn't said a word since, just sat and stared.
"Oh, she's just so exited." Mother bubbled happily beside me.
I turn my head to face her and just stare blankly at her now. Exited? Try furious! I was doing my best not to explode! It took all the strength I held to not just get up and judo chop her neck!
"Exited?" I finally managed to say through gritted teeth.
I wanted to scream. To rip and tear. To jump and shout and knock over things just to see them smash on the floor. I wanted to tell Mr Summers to take his stupid school and shove it up that tight arse of his with that poll which was clearly already lodged there.
"You've already arranged this?" I asked in a deathly whisper. Mum stated to realize there was a scene about to take place and hurriedly thanked Mr Summers before politely booted him out the door.
She slowly returned into the room with an almost pleading look on her face.
"Darling-"
"Where is it?" I interrupted.
"Excuse me?"
"Where is this school you're dumping me at?" I repeated, less patiently this time.
"I'm not dumping you! I'm just try-"
"Where is it?" I screamed at her, now loosing all control. I didn't know what had come over me.
She flinched noticeably; I'd never spoken to her like that before. Not when she made me join the swim team, the gymnastics team or the dance academy all when I was six. Not when she stopped me from playing with the kids down the road because they were poorer then us, or 'not suitable and a bad influence' as Mum said. Not when she banned me from going to Tae-Kwon-Do last month, not even when she re-organized my room and 'gave' me a new wardrobe (Which I'd torn up into teeny tiny pieces and thrown in the bin before retrieving my own old clothes).
But this was the last straw. Enough was enough. Tae-Kwon-Do had taught me some much needed self-confidence, not to mention self-control and I was about to make my ex-sensei proud.
"New York." She replied faintly.
I just did the whole staring routine with her again. Only this time my complete fury was visible.
I just ran past her, down the hall and out the door, and kept running for quite some time.
When I did finally stop, I was nowhere near home and wasn't quite sure where I was. I was in the poorer side of town, the part I haven't been in often thanks to my mother.
I stated breathing heavily because all of a sudden, I had taken notice of just how run down my body was. I was fit, but not that fit. I'd practically run across town. Wow, that had to be some kind of record. Man! Was my head pounding, more then it should be. I sneezed once, twice, three times. I was practically blinded by the intensity of it.
When my vision seemed to clear I glanced up at the rode to see a German shepherd puppy crossing the road towards me. It was wagging its tail and panting at me.
"Shoo. Go on, go back home!" I started waving it a way. It paused in the middle of the road before coming right up to me. I sighed and pet it, letting it sniff my hands. It seemed to realise I had no food to give and started trotting dejectedly back across the road, just as a red sports car came hurtling around the corner and hit the dog square in the head. Its neck snapped and it was dead instantly with a sickening crunch. I screamed and ran forward, horrified by what I'd done. But as I reached the dog, it and the sports car started to melt away and then... there was nothing there.
What the hell? Where was the dog? And the car? It had been hear a second ago! I shook my head, thinking I must be really tied, when I heard the clicking of claws on the pavement and a small yap. Turning slowly I sore the same puppy was walking up to me, while I was still in the middle of the road.
Wow. This was too weird. I'd just seen this dog get skittled once. A moment latter I heard the rev of a car engine and suddenly realised what was about to happen.
"Shit dog! Move!" I yelled while scooping up the dog and running for the side I'd originally come from. The car only just missed me by inches.
"Watch where you're going dumb arse!!" I yelled out, rather shaken.
The car stopped and reversed. I was getting ready to give the driver a piece of my mind as he wound down the electric window, when I stopped seeing that it was in fact Mr Summers.
"Echo! What are you doing hear? How did you even get hear?" He asked, sounding concerned.
I just gapped and stared for a moment.
"Well, I... sort of... umm, ran?" I offered. My sudden rage and courage deflated. The puppy squirmed and I let him go.
Scott sighed and then smiled up at me.
"Here, hop in and I'll give you a ride home."
I only hesitated for as second, thinking of all those stranger danger talks we'd had at school, before deciding that Scott wasn't a stranger and getting in.
"Thanks." I murmured before getting in the passenger seat.
There was a long silence that followed as he turned down a few streets before he spoke suddenly.
"So what were you doing out all by you're self?"
I blushed at how I had over reacted to mum. And suddenly realised that I'd have to face her when I got home.
"When mum told me the news that she was dumping me in New York, I kind of lost my head. It was just like her to suddenly decide to get rid of me without bothering to mention it. She just doesn't give a damn about me!" I exclaimed, starting to get angry again.
Scott stopped the car suddenly and turned to me. His sunnies glittered in the street lamp. 'Strange' I thought. 'Why is he waring those glasses at night?'
"You mean she didn't tell you what kind of school it was?" He asked amazed.
"No, all I got was that it was some sort of 'School for the gifted'. Whatever that means, considering my less then perfect academic report."
Scott sighed again.
"I was hopping I wasn't going to be the one to have to tell you this Echo, but... you're a mutant. And the school is for mutant's to try and help them with their powers." He paused, waiting for my reaction.
I frowned slightly and looked thoughtful.
"Well that would explain the dog." I mused.
Scott looked at me in shock. Obviously he was expecting a different reaction, but quickly got over it.
"What do you mean?" He questioned.
"Well just before you came I sore this dog being hit by a car, but it didn't really happen, then you came around the corner and I moved the dog out of the way- Hey! Wait a second! If you come from a school for mutants, does that mean you're a mutant too?" I was starting to get exited.
Scott looked cautious for a moment. Before answering hesitantly,
"Yes."
"Cool!" I exclaimed.
Scott looked bewildered.
"Oh, don't mind my enthusiasm. If you like I can act like a racist prig like everyone else." I offered, kind of annoyed that he'd expected me not to like this development.
"So what can you do?"
"I think the real question is: What can you do? But if you must know, my eyes emit an optic blast. Now let's get you home. Before you're mother calls the police or something" He said the last part with a grin.
I smiled as well. He started the car again and we were on our way.
xXx
"Echo! Where have you been? I've been worrying myself sick!" My mother exclaimed while engulfing me in a hug.
"I bet." I muttered sarcastically.
"Thank you so much Mr Summers for driving her home. I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to talk to you properly sweetie before you left." Mum started while directing Scott and me into the lounge room.
I glanced over at Scott before answering her.
"If you were going to tell me that I'm a mutant and I'm going to mutant school then you're a bit late. So when am I leaving?"
Mum had to take a moment to process this new information. She also looked a little confused at my sudden change of heart.
"Well, I was going to say next week, but if you're that eager to leave, maybe we could move it up to this weekend?" She answered looking over at Scott. "What do you think Mr Summers?"
"Please, call me Scott. And I'm sure that would be fine. I'll need to make a few calls, but it will be fine."
The adults began to discuss all the fine qualities of the school and how it may boost my education, and blah, blah, blah. In the middle of Scott listing all the different sports to choose from, something grabbed my attention and my head snapped up.
"Will I be able to do Tae-Kwon-do? Or self defence of some kind?" I asked.
My mother frowned. "I don't think-"
"Why yes, in fact, self defence is part of the curriculum." Scott said.
I grinned. I think I was going to really like this place. The school offered free boarding, low fees and provided any equipment we may need. Scott said that Professor Xavier (the guy who ran the school) would even give me an allowance if need be. At this my mother protested, saying it was very generous, but it was not necessary.
Next we got to the issue of exactly what my power was. Scott said that it would be hard to determine until I got to the professor, but that it shouldn't be dangerous to else, for now.
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Chaotic Jinx
P.S. Sorry if this is a bit short, I'll try to lengthen it next time.
P.P.S. If someone has an idea as to where this story is going, id much appreciate it. Cos I have no idea. Anyone? Show of hands?