Chapter 4: November 26-27, 2003
Author: BashfulC
Disclaimer: Own nothing and no one but Vapor (Victoria Morgan).
November 26, 2003
6th Hour
Well, I asked Xavier about my idea earlier this morning. I think I shocked him a bit. Anyway, he'll be thinking about it and we'll test it out tonight.
My classes are going pretty good. I finished another paper for History and another for English. I can't wait to see Summers response to it.
Wolverine seems to have taken a shine to me; at least, that's what Rogue said. She also mentioned it's probably because I like annoying Summers. Apparently, those two have a past. And in no way, shape, or form did that sound perverted.
As for Rogue, she's wicked cool. She and I talked during lunch today. She has a lot of views and she gave me the watered down version of her life. I repaid the courtesy. I think it sucks she can't touch and told her so. She just shrugged it off but something in her eyes dimmed.
She and I are a lot alike. Cursed with a mutation that sucks like a vampire.
Library
Something weird happened during Creative Poetry. We were having this great discussion about American poets and when I mentioned Emily Dickenson, Summers got real quiet and changed the subject. I barely caught it but it was there.
What's so wrong about Emily Dickenson?
Game Room
Open mouth insert foot. Rogue told me why he changed the subject. Apparently, the old science teacher, Dr. Jean Grey, was Summers fiancée. She adored Emily Dickenson.
She died a year ago.
Can I be any more hurtful?
Bedroom
Apparently, I can. I asked Summers if he was okay after dinner and he told me he didn't need my pity. Then he stalked off.
Now I have my meeting with Rogue and Professor Xavier in ten minutes. I can't wait to see what they say about my serious lack of judgment.
Bedroom
Okay, I'm so totally drained. I didn't realize holding my semi- vapor state would take so much out of me, but it did.
But it worked. She was able to touch me. Now the Professor is trying to find a away to harness my mutation for her benefit. If it doesn't work, I already have another idea in mind.
I just hope my mother remembers to send me my monthly allowance she promised me.
Bedroom Still
It appears that word gets by quickly around here. By nine o'clock I had three different people in my room congratulating me for helping Rogue. I finally shoved em forcibly from my room and locked the door. Wolverine then pocked his head in from his connecting door and gruffly praised me.
By "gruffly praised me", I men he stuck his head in, said "Congrats" then closed the door. I'll never get that man.
November 29, 2003
Morning
I'm about ready to throw my book at that Caucasian dude. He won't stop bothering me and flirting with me. I glared at him and then when he persisted, I turned myself and the book to vapor and slipped threw the floor and into the kitchen. Right before I disappeared, I heard Ms. Monroe speak and I couldn't help but smirk.
"I'm getting the distinct impression that she doesn't like you Gambit."
Later in the Morning
I got called into Summers classroom about ten minutes ago. He read my paper. Across the top he wrote, "I'm Not Amused" in red ink. I argued that that's what I thought and he never gave me instructions, he just said to write about the woman in Michelangelo's sculpture.
How was I to know writing about how she was a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle of the female variety wasn't what he wanted?
In the end, he set his jaw and asked me to re-do it. I refused and left the room.
Afternoon
Mail came. I got a package from my mother. In it were a letter, a small box, and a Trust Fund card. The letter explained a lot.
I've received my trust fund and when I turn eighteen in six months I'll get half of my inheritance. I'll receive the other half when they die. But between the lines I could see the message:
"Don't contact us again."
Instead of having to write a check every month and be reminded of what a failure their daughter was, they sent me all the money I'll need till I turn sixty.
See what loving parents I have?
After Dinner
Rogue noticed my mood and asked me if I was alright. Of course, she asked me this right after I got into a shouting match with Scooter (Wolverine's nickname for Summers).
I handed her the letter. From the horrified and pitiful look on her face, I knew she too had read between the lines. She didn't say a word but just hugged me.
I knew there was a reason I liked that girl.