Story: From the Journal of Victoria Morgan
Chapter 3: November 25, 2003
Author: BashfulC
Disclaimer: Own nothing and no one but Vapor (Victoria Morgan). Inner Strength is owned my Hilary Duff.
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**November 25, 2003**
*3rd hour*
Okay, I never thought I'd ever say this, but physical education is actually fun. Of course, I didn't know I had PE until this morning when I finally checked out my schedule.
This is my daily torture regime:
7 - 9) Physical Defense with Wolverine
9:20 - 10:15) English 12 with Summers
10:20 - 11:15) World History with Monroe
11:15 - 11:55) Lunch
12:00 - 12:55) Student Aid with Summers
1:00 - 1:55) Advanced Biology with Xavier
2:00 - 2:55) Algebra 2 with Xavier
3:00 - 3:55) Creative Poetry with Summers
My liking PE probably has to do with the fact I get to beat people up. The only bad side is that PE is taught by Wolverine and I have to use my powers. No choice. It sucks.
Right now, though, I'm in History. Miss Monroe is actually a fairly decent teacher. She makes us asks questions and she answers our questions as honestly as she can.
Summers on the other hand is different.
I have him three times a day. Usually, I'd take choir and band, as well as art, but they don't have those classes here. I'm taking a creative poetry class and am a student aid for Summers. I swear the Professor did this on purpose.
Also, every Monday, Tuesday, and Friday, I have to meet with Xavier to work on controlling my gift which is a complete waste of times seeing as I pretty much have it under control. I'm paired with another seventeen year old for this "Control Class."
Her name's Rogue and I still have no clue what her mutation is. Every time I ask someone, they recoil, grimace, change the subject, or tell me to ask one of the adults.
I'll ask Summers after lunch.
*4th Hour*
Well, I asked Summers about Rogue. He gave me this really guarded look.
I think he was remembering the car trip.
But he answered. And I actually paid attention.
Kind of hard not to when he mentioned offhandedly that she sucks the powers, personality, and life force out of people by having skin to skin contact. My comment?
"Well that explains the gloves." He tried desperately not to smile but I saw it. And you know what? I actually grinned back.
Maybe being his Student Aid won't be as bad as I originally thought.
*Still in 4th Hour*
I spoke to soon. Right after I jotted down the last comment he sent me to the teachers lounge to make copies.
I had no clue how to work the machine and ended up accidentally making 25 copies of blank pages.
Summers finally found me ten minutes later trying desperately to stop the machine from spewing papers. The room looked like a mini-tornado hit it.
That man is very lucky he didn't laugh or I would've hit him.
*7th Hour*
Biology and Math were okay, definitely starting to like that old Grandfather.
I'm in Creative Poetry with three other girls. No boys in this class but to be honest, I'm glad.
Rogue, Jubilation Lee, and Kitty Pryde are my classmates. Rogue read one of her poems out loud. I was impressed.
Takes a lot to make me impressed.
Right now I'm supposed to be to reading The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe but I already have so I'm writing in my journal instead. Summers said it'd be okay. He also said I need a poem done by tomorrow.
Gotta find your inner strength
If you can't then just throw life away
Gotta learn to rely on you
Beauty, strength, and wisdom, too
You're beautiful inside and out
Lead a great life without a doubt
Don't need a man to make things fair
'Cuz more than likely he won't be there
Listen girl, gotta know it's true
In the end all you've got is you.
*Still in 7th Hour*
I really shouldn't have been muttering my poem under my breath. Summers heard me and asked what I was muttering. I told him I was going over a poem I had just written. He didn't believe I had written a poem and asked that I read it out loud. I did.
I think I shocked the hell out of Summers. Not my fault my old teachers use to say I had a wonderful mind for poetry.
He wants another poem by tomorrow. Oh joy. Maybe I can get away with I wasn't inspired?
Somehow, I doubt that would work.
*Night*
I just finished my math and science homework including my biology paper. Gonna take a mini break before I start on my English and History papers.
After classes were over, I spent the rest of the day in the computer lab researching Tobi, a medicine for Cystic Fibrosis patients. That is, until Xavier called me to his office so he could check my powers. He's making a daily plan chart for me. I didn't mention an idea I'd had, but I think he might have known what I was thinking. He is telepathic after all.
My idea is this; my mutation is vapor. I can turn into vapor and then re-solidify. But, what if I didn't fully solidify? What if I stayed suspended between vapor and flesh? People can touch me during this if they don't press too hard and I'm wondering if Rogue would be able to. I mean, she can't suck my powers if her hand would go right through me, could she?
I'll ask Xavier tomorrow. Right now, I got an English paper I'm gonna write.
Chapter 3: November 25, 2003
Author: BashfulC
Disclaimer: Own nothing and no one but Vapor (Victoria Morgan). Inner Strength is owned my Hilary Duff.
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**November 25, 2003**
*3rd hour*
Okay, I never thought I'd ever say this, but physical education is actually fun. Of course, I didn't know I had PE until this morning when I finally checked out my schedule.
This is my daily torture regime:
7 - 9) Physical Defense with Wolverine
9:20 - 10:15) English 12 with Summers
10:20 - 11:15) World History with Monroe
11:15 - 11:55) Lunch
12:00 - 12:55) Student Aid with Summers
1:00 - 1:55) Advanced Biology with Xavier
2:00 - 2:55) Algebra 2 with Xavier
3:00 - 3:55) Creative Poetry with Summers
My liking PE probably has to do with the fact I get to beat people up. The only bad side is that PE is taught by Wolverine and I have to use my powers. No choice. It sucks.
Right now, though, I'm in History. Miss Monroe is actually a fairly decent teacher. She makes us asks questions and she answers our questions as honestly as she can.
Summers on the other hand is different.
I have him three times a day. Usually, I'd take choir and band, as well as art, but they don't have those classes here. I'm taking a creative poetry class and am a student aid for Summers. I swear the Professor did this on purpose.
Also, every Monday, Tuesday, and Friday, I have to meet with Xavier to work on controlling my gift which is a complete waste of times seeing as I pretty much have it under control. I'm paired with another seventeen year old for this "Control Class."
Her name's Rogue and I still have no clue what her mutation is. Every time I ask someone, they recoil, grimace, change the subject, or tell me to ask one of the adults.
I'll ask Summers after lunch.
*4th Hour*
Well, I asked Summers about Rogue. He gave me this really guarded look.
I think he was remembering the car trip.
But he answered. And I actually paid attention.
Kind of hard not to when he mentioned offhandedly that she sucks the powers, personality, and life force out of people by having skin to skin contact. My comment?
"Well that explains the gloves." He tried desperately not to smile but I saw it. And you know what? I actually grinned back.
Maybe being his Student Aid won't be as bad as I originally thought.
*Still in 4th Hour*
I spoke to soon. Right after I jotted down the last comment he sent me to the teachers lounge to make copies.
I had no clue how to work the machine and ended up accidentally making 25 copies of blank pages.
Summers finally found me ten minutes later trying desperately to stop the machine from spewing papers. The room looked like a mini-tornado hit it.
That man is very lucky he didn't laugh or I would've hit him.
*7th Hour*
Biology and Math were okay, definitely starting to like that old Grandfather.
I'm in Creative Poetry with three other girls. No boys in this class but to be honest, I'm glad.
Rogue, Jubilation Lee, and Kitty Pryde are my classmates. Rogue read one of her poems out loud. I was impressed.
Takes a lot to make me impressed.
Right now I'm supposed to be to reading The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe but I already have so I'm writing in my journal instead. Summers said it'd be okay. He also said I need a poem done by tomorrow.
Gotta find your inner strength
If you can't then just throw life away
Gotta learn to rely on you
Beauty, strength, and wisdom, too
You're beautiful inside and out
Lead a great life without a doubt
Don't need a man to make things fair
'Cuz more than likely he won't be there
Listen girl, gotta know it's true
In the end all you've got is you.
*Still in 7th Hour*
I really shouldn't have been muttering my poem under my breath. Summers heard me and asked what I was muttering. I told him I was going over a poem I had just written. He didn't believe I had written a poem and asked that I read it out loud. I did.
I think I shocked the hell out of Summers. Not my fault my old teachers use to say I had a wonderful mind for poetry.
He wants another poem by tomorrow. Oh joy. Maybe I can get away with I wasn't inspired?
Somehow, I doubt that would work.
*Night*
I just finished my math and science homework including my biology paper. Gonna take a mini break before I start on my English and History papers.
After classes were over, I spent the rest of the day in the computer lab researching Tobi, a medicine for Cystic Fibrosis patients. That is, until Xavier called me to his office so he could check my powers. He's making a daily plan chart for me. I didn't mention an idea I'd had, but I think he might have known what I was thinking. He is telepathic after all.
My idea is this; my mutation is vapor. I can turn into vapor and then re-solidify. But, what if I didn't fully solidify? What if I stayed suspended between vapor and flesh? People can touch me during this if they don't press too hard and I'm wondering if Rogue would be able to. I mean, she can't suck my powers if her hand would go right through me, could she?
I'll ask Xavier tomorrow. Right now, I got an English paper I'm gonna write.