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A/N: This is a little rant that I posted the first time. I thought it was funny so left it, I no it doesn't make sense now! Lol.

(I'd like to take this moment to confess something. I'm actually a rare form of baboon. So that is the reason for my bad spelling, all right? Are we past it now? B/c unless you are actually having troubles understanding what the story is about, then don't tell me I suck at spelling b/c I am well aware of that little factor.

Enough ranting! ON WITH THE SHOW!)

Heh, sorry about that, it was funny at the time. APOLOGISE FOR TAKING SO LONG TO UP DATE!!!

BLAH

Title: Echo

Chapter 3: Re-located.

BLAH

(Echo's POV)

Staring out the small, round plane window was pretty much the highlight of my trip. It was the day I had left to go to this new school, I was flying first class, I had people waiting on me hand and foot, there was whole lot of new clothes and accessories and....

I was BORED OUT OF MY FRIGGEN MIND!!!

Of course I couldn't fly in second class like every other normal kid, and of course I just had to have a new wardrobe. Now I felt like every other snotty-nosed, over-priced ponce in this section. There were almost no kids at all in this part of the plane, and the few that were there were far to ingrossed in pushing all the service buttons or boasting to one another about where they were going and how rich they were and blah blah blah...

Jeez! I had realised early on that some of the older people weren't much better than their kids!

Suddenly, I sprouted a pair of turquoise wings! The woman in front of me shrieked.

"What's.... happening.... to... me?" I struggled out.

My face started to stretch- MY GOD! I was growing a... a... A BEEK!!!

"KOW! KOW!" I started screeching in a bird's voice.

People were running and screaming- the entire plane was in complete chaos. The pilot appeared with a shot-gun.

"MUTANT! STAY WHERE YOU ARE!" He bellowed. I just tilted my head at him sceptically, before asking,

"Who's flying the plane?"

All the colour drained from his face very quickly.

"Oh shit. Umm, since you're a mutant, would you mind saving us mere mortals even though we would kill you the first chance we got?"

"Hell no!" I reply before smashing out the window and.....

"Miss? Miss?"

My head snapped up out of my interesting scenario. The flight attendant was staring down at me. 'Oops, I suppose we're landing soon or something.'

"Miss, you have to fasten your seatbelt, we will be landing soon."

Bingo. "Thanks," I mutter in reply, before turning back to the window, looking glumly at my reflection. Big black eyes stared back. I sighed at the sight of me. Unlike my mother, who was a gorgeous Eurasian mix, I was only a quarter Chinese. So I had the long glossy black hair and dark eyes, but other than that I didn't look a thing like my mother. I had small lips and a straight nose, but it was kind of lumpy at the end. All in all, I wasn't half as beautiful as my mother.

"This bites," I mutter. I absently start scratching my head, while anticipating the landing.

64minutes 13seconds latter

The cab stank. Well, it did! It had taken twenty minutes to find my bags; I was ashamed to say there was a grand total of six bags. Including the one I'd carried on the flight.

Anyway, back to the cab. The driver was rather unpleasant and reeked of cigarettes and booze. Blech! Not to mention bad after-shave! We had driven in silence for almost thirty minutes before we came to a rickety stop.

"$43.95," The cab driver grumbled.

I almost refused to pay the outrageous amount, but decided not to argue and instead just payed. As I got out I looked up to see an incredible mansion before me.

"Wow," was all I managed. It was massive! To say the least. It wasn't a mansion, it was a bloody castle! Complete with creeping ivy and big oak door, which opened as I walked up the front steps. Out stepped, low and behold, Scott.

"Echo! Welcome, I hope you enjoyed your flight!" he called out as he walked towards me. I sighed out in relief. To tell the truth, I was starting to get a bit nerves as to how I was going to get into the 'school'.

"It was... fine thanks," was my oh-so-complex reply. I reached up and scratched my itching head. It'd been doing that a lot lately.

"I like what you've done with your hair by the way," Scott commented.

I looked at him in confusion. What the hell? All I did was put it in pig-tails. "Um, thanks," I answered uncertainly.

Scott helped me carry all my luggage into the mansion. On entering through the doors I just stopped and gaped.

"Wow," I whispered again. It was just... wow. Too much for words. It was enormous! There were Persian rugs, Ming vases, expansive paintings... was that ebony inlays of wood in the ceiling? I could be mistaken, because it was so damn high.

Suddenly I saw myself turn and smash a vase, then, in the nick of time just when I was actually doing it, caught it. It confused me for a second.

"Phew, that's been happening more and more often," I said allowed. The visions I mean, not the knocking-over-Ming-vases thing.

Scott looked on at me in mild amusement.

"Don't worry about those, there all fakes. The professor wouldn't be able to afford all the replacements if they were real. The only real ones are in his office."

"Ah-huh," Was another brainy reply.

I was still staring at my surroundings. It really was breathtaking.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of a door opening and a tall shaggy looking man practically jumped down the stares in his hast, he looked up to see Scott and I in the doorway, and I sware I heard him mutter "Damn."

"Hello Logan. You haven't forgotten that you have a class this afternoon?' Scott spoke up, rather tightly, towards the new arrival.

"This is Echo, she's new. Perhaps you'd like to escort her to her room?" Scott continued, apparently unaware of the dirty looks this... Logan... thing... was throwing him.

"Nope. Actually, that's the last thing I'd like to do. No offence," he added with a quick nod to me. "I'm actually... running an errand, and Hank will be taking my class," Logan added with a sudden authority.

Scott visibly scowled. "Logan, a trip to the local pub is not an errand. That's just slacking off," he ground out between clenched teeth. Clearly there was more then a little rivalry between them.

Men, they're so territorial!

"Um, I hate to brake up all this testosterone, but do you think one of you could just point me in the general direction if I'm so much of a bother?" I cut in scathingly. I was just a bit cut about their total lack of attention towards me. I hate to sound like a self centred bi-atch, but as a school, it was there duty to lavish new arrivals with there up most attention for approximately the next 24 hours. Then they could ignore me like any other student.

They both stared at me before Logan sighed heavily. "Ok Blue, follow me. I 'spose she's staying in that newer room with Marie and the others?" Logan called over his shoulder to Scott who only nodded in reply.

I followed this Logan bloke obediently and when we were out of ear shot I turned to him.

"Blue?"

He glanced at me and simply pointed to my head.

"Ye' blue streaks kid. Thought it was kind of obvious really," he replied carelessly.

My eyes widened, "What blue streaks?" I demanded. Logan chuckled.

"From the sound of it, your mutation is to blame."

I visibly flinched. "Great. My mutation is naturel blue highlights!" he smirked before turning up another corridor and stopping outside a door.

I almost ran into the back of him, which would be just my luck, but thanks to my wierd vision thingies that seemed to pop up I stopped with my nose brushing the back of his leather jacket. I quickly stepped back before he noticed and glanced at the door, where he'd unceremoniously dumped my bags.

"Err, thanks. I think," I mutter. But he must have good hearing because he heard and grunted before walking off.

'Well that was bloody helpful! He just left me outside the door without introducing me to anyone or so much as announcing my arrival. Great. This will be nice and awkward!'

Taking a deep breath, I knock before stepping over the threshold and into the room.

"Um, hi," I manage. How LAME!

There were six beds in the big room. The walls were a pale sky blue and the curtains were a dusty blue trimmed with silver. Only three of the beds looked like they were being used. On one of them a girl sat reading a book. She looked up in surprise when I entered.

"Err, sorry to just barge in like this, but I'm new here and I was told this was my new room," I supplied, kind of hesitantly.

The girl smiled. "Are you that Echo girl? We were told about ya, so it's ok. Ah suppose it was Logan who brought ya up? Sorry he wasn't more welcoming."

I sighed in relief. At least this girl seemed friendly enough. Good. I was kind of nervous that she would turn out to be some sort of supper bitch or something.

"That would be apparent. What is with that guy any ways? Jeez, aren't private school supposed to lavish attention on new student's for at least 24 hours after arrival, then ignore them?" I said voicing my earlier thought.

The girl with white streaks giggled.

"Logan's an exception," she replied.

"Ah. There's always one," I sigh dramatically. "I'd introduce my self, but apparently you already know my name, so what's yours?"

The girl smiled again. "Ah'm Rogue." She said while hopping up, walking over to me and offering a gloved hand. I shook it and smiled back.

Rogue helped me lug all my stuff into the room. "Jesus H. Christ. My mother is waaay over the limit hear," I mutter in utter annoyance and embarrassment at all this crap she insisted I bring. Rogue glanced at the pile of bags on my new bed and back to me.

"Ah'm shore she just wanted tah make shore ye'd be all raght at yer new school an all," she said reassuringly.

"No, she just wanted every other girl in my dorm to no how damned successful my family was. She actually told me that! Can you believe her!" I snapped in frustration. She had told me that! I was sooooo pissed at her for it.

Rogue's face seemed to harden for a moment. "Well at least yer mum was bothered to care enough fer ya," she said quietly. I looked at her strangely for a moment as she walked back to her bed. What did she mean by that? Then it dawned on me, that a lot of kid's parents might not have been so enthusiastic about a mutant child. They might have just kicked them out of the house. Is that what happened to Rogue? I don't know how I would survive if mum just suddenly told me to get out now, without any warning. I was almost about to ask Rogue when I thought better of it and instead quickly unpacked and shoved my things into the bedside table's drawers and a space in the walk in closet that was apparently left for me.

I new from the looks of things that about half of my clothes weren't going to fit in the space allocated to me, so I just hung up all my favourite old comfy clothes that I had bought from thrift shops, or had had for years. All the new crap that mum insisted on buying for me I crammed into two of my bags and stuffed them under my bed and disguised them amongst my other bags.

There were actually a few nice things, like a couple of semi fancy out fits, or one or to formal-ish dresses. But there was also a whole lot of other frilly pastel crap, which was basically the latest teeny bopper fashion. It would never see the light of day again if I had my way.

I guess a description would help right about now? I mean I vaguely said what I look like, but not much detail? Ok, I'm '5'3", have almond shaped dark brown/black eyes, a long European nose and a full small mouth. I have smooth pale skin and was blessed with the type of skin that almost never got pimples. My face was heart shaped with a dust of freckles. I had a full figure, and small hands and feet. My fingers are long and bonny. They look kind of like skeleton hands to me. My hair is below the shoulders. Straight boring cut. It's that typical glossy black Asian kind.

Speaking of which, Logan mentioned streaks. I pulled all my hair over one shoulder to get a look at it. I had to suffocate a small screech. There were blue streaks in my hair. And they sure all hell weren't there this morning!

Ooo-kay! Might just leave it there, can't think of anything else to write about, so this is it. I NEED SURGESTIONS!!! Someone throw me a few ideas for an actual plot line, cause I got nothing!

'K, u no the drill, authors need reviews to survive! So that would be nice. Or else I'll shrivel up and die from lack of people caring about me! Nothing quiet so dramatic, but... oh you no!