Story: From the Journal of Victoria Morgan
Chapter 2: November 23, 2003
Author: BashfulC
Disclaimer: Own nothing and no one but Vapor (Victoria Morgan). Don't sue!
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**November 23, 2003**
*Morning *
It's official. My parents are freaking out. I don't know how the dude in the red glasses found out about my abnormality, but he did.
And he told my parents.
Real smart, that was.
*Noon*
I'm packing.
Apparently, the guy with the freaky red sunglasses is a teacher ambassador for a boarding school for freaks.
They want me to attend said boarding school.
My parents, to my shock and horror, agreed to let me go. Okay, wasn't really shocked, I'd been expecting to be kicked out the moment I was "discovered'. Horror was definitely there though.
Now, I has one day to pack my stuff seeing as the school is in Manchester. Not really happy about that.
Especially since most of my stuff is of the tacked-to-the-walls- and-my-mom-will-kill-me-if-I-ruin-said-walls variety.
Oh well. I'm fairly certain I'll never be welcomed in this apartment again, might as well leave something to remember their only daughter by.
**November 24, 2003**
*Morning*
It was Wolverine, the guy from the lecture last night. He showed up around six in the morning to help me with my boxes and luggage.
For such a short man, he is sure is strong.
*Noon*
Gotta say, it doesn't take a lot to annoy the hell out of Sunglasses. At first, while in the extremely well equipped minivan, I asked about the school. Sunglasses, who I've discovered is really Scott Summers, told me about it. He seemed to think I should be excited and grateful for the opportunity.
Surprise, surprise. I'm not.
After about ten minutes he seemed to realize I wasn't paying the least bit of attention. When he did, he snapped his mouth shut with an audible click. Then, to be nice, not to mention annoying, I asked what there mutations were. Summers relaxed a bit and explained.
I looked like I wasn't paying the least bit of attention but I was. I remember exactly what he said. Psychotic sunrays from his eyes, check. Healing, super senses, and wicked looking claws, check.
Summers kneading the steering wheel when I yawned, double check.
Too wound up that one. Wolverine, on the other hand, was greatly amused and chuckled.
That was how it went, I'd ask him questions, pretend I wasn't listening and when he'd shut the hell up, I'd ask another one. Finally, he stopped responding to my questions and started arguing with Wolverine instead.
First piece of intelligence he's shown thus far.
*After Noon*
Ya know, not a lot of stuff shocks me anymore.
However, a giant, ape-like blue mutant wearing itty-bitty reading glasses nearly made me lose my cool.
Nearly. The books were a welcome distraction.
Of course, the reason I need the books wasn't a very nice distraction. Apparently, I have three papers due in two weeks. The first is on any part of history I like.
I'm seriously considering writing a paper that compares the holocaust and current events simply to see their reactions.
My other essays are easier. One is for English, the other for Advanced Biology. I have ideas for them but of course I doubt they'd approve.
That makes em perfect in my mind.
*Night*
I have a room to myself. Well, technically, that's not true. I have two rooms to myself with Wolverine in the room next to mine. I'm fairly certain it's because, besides the Professor, only he would be able to detect me sneaking out.
There go my plans of running off to Australia and teaching dolphins how to do water tricks.
Chapter 2: November 23, 2003
Author: BashfulC
Disclaimer: Own nothing and no one but Vapor (Victoria Morgan). Don't sue!
~~*~~
**November 23, 2003**
*Morning *
It's official. My parents are freaking out. I don't know how the dude in the red glasses found out about my abnormality, but he did.
And he told my parents.
Real smart, that was.
*Noon*
I'm packing.
Apparently, the guy with the freaky red sunglasses is a teacher ambassador for a boarding school for freaks.
They want me to attend said boarding school.
My parents, to my shock and horror, agreed to let me go. Okay, wasn't really shocked, I'd been expecting to be kicked out the moment I was "discovered'. Horror was definitely there though.
Now, I has one day to pack my stuff seeing as the school is in Manchester. Not really happy about that.
Especially since most of my stuff is of the tacked-to-the-walls- and-my-mom-will-kill-me-if-I-ruin-said-walls variety.
Oh well. I'm fairly certain I'll never be welcomed in this apartment again, might as well leave something to remember their only daughter by.
**November 24, 2003**
*Morning*
It was Wolverine, the guy from the lecture last night. He showed up around six in the morning to help me with my boxes and luggage.
For such a short man, he is sure is strong.
*Noon*
Gotta say, it doesn't take a lot to annoy the hell out of Sunglasses. At first, while in the extremely well equipped minivan, I asked about the school. Sunglasses, who I've discovered is really Scott Summers, told me about it. He seemed to think I should be excited and grateful for the opportunity.
Surprise, surprise. I'm not.
After about ten minutes he seemed to realize I wasn't paying the least bit of attention. When he did, he snapped his mouth shut with an audible click. Then, to be nice, not to mention annoying, I asked what there mutations were. Summers relaxed a bit and explained.
I looked like I wasn't paying the least bit of attention but I was. I remember exactly what he said. Psychotic sunrays from his eyes, check. Healing, super senses, and wicked looking claws, check.
Summers kneading the steering wheel when I yawned, double check.
Too wound up that one. Wolverine, on the other hand, was greatly amused and chuckled.
That was how it went, I'd ask him questions, pretend I wasn't listening and when he'd shut the hell up, I'd ask another one. Finally, he stopped responding to my questions and started arguing with Wolverine instead.
First piece of intelligence he's shown thus far.
*After Noon*
Ya know, not a lot of stuff shocks me anymore.
However, a giant, ape-like blue mutant wearing itty-bitty reading glasses nearly made me lose my cool.
Nearly. The books were a welcome distraction.
Of course, the reason I need the books wasn't a very nice distraction. Apparently, I have three papers due in two weeks. The first is on any part of history I like.
I'm seriously considering writing a paper that compares the holocaust and current events simply to see their reactions.
My other essays are easier. One is for English, the other for Advanced Biology. I have ideas for them but of course I doubt they'd approve.
That makes em perfect in my mind.
*Night*
I have a room to myself. Well, technically, that's not true. I have two rooms to myself with Wolverine in the room next to mine. I'm fairly certain it's because, besides the Professor, only he would be able to detect me sneaking out.
There go my plans of running off to Australia and teaching dolphins how to do water tricks.