DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything created by Marvel for their universe. I do, however, own my character – created for my universe.

Well, I sat through my first hour class – that should count for something. But, as I walk into the restroom on my way to second, I decide that I don't like school. (Imagine that!). I mean, why should I have to waste seven hours of my day when I've got the power to control time. If you think about it, if I skip to the end of the day, in which theoretically I went to all my classes – would I not be that much smarter anyway?

It's just a theory, though, so as I lock the door to a stall I decide to skip to lunch instead.

ploop! Oh, god. I hope no one thinks I'm taking a shit --

-- "Hurry up, Keira! Wanda's not going to save us seats," Tabitha calls. I blink, shaking off a feeling of vertigo.

"Go ahead without me. I have to go to the attendance office, anyway."

"Alright. Ciao." I hear the restroom door click shut and I cautiously step out of the stall. Glancing at the clock above the mirrors, I take note that three hours have passed in a single second. I find myself thinking about how cute my algebra teacher was before I catch myself.

I didn't go to Algebra. I smile. My 'master plan' appears to have worked. Just to be certain, I go to the office anyway.

"Yes, hi. My name's Kiera Somersby. My teacher last hour said he accidentally marked me absent – he told me to let you know that I've been here all day."

"Ah, yes. Keira," the secretary smiled at me as her fingers flew over the keyboard. "Well, the files say you've been here all day... Oh, wait, it says you missed third hour for a doctor's appointment."

"Oh, yeah. That's right." I grin sheepishly, although I'm confused. Why would I have a doctor's appointment when I just got here? Not to mention I don't even remember it...

"Yes, Mrs. Walton," a feminine voice behind me states. "I was here when she came in. Mrs. Barymone signed her in."

"Thank you, dears. Have a nice day." She turns away.

I go to push open the glass door to exit and discover it's already being held for me by the girl who'd spoken up – Jean. I grit my teeth, nod, and proceed through. She falls into step beside me.

"Um. Kiera." I shift my eyes to her for an instant, acknowledging her presence. "I know we got off to a bad start, but I was wondering... Would you like to come over after school today?" No, absolutely not. She rushes on, "There's going to be a group of people – we're gonna have a cookout and –"

"Why should I?!" I burst out, fed up. "You know as well as I that my entire life was just majorly sidetracked and transplanted here! Now, if you think –"

"Okay, okay! Relax! God, if you don't even let me finish... god!" She hisses in a breath, then quickly lets it out, regaining composure. I walk in silence, angry at being berated.

Up ahead I see Pietro and Lance and quicken my pace, desperate to get away from my stalker. Lance takes a step back from the coke machine and I glimpse Kitty as well. Damn. Jean grabs my arm, effectively stopping my rapid forward progression.

"Look. If you want any answers, you'll come. Scott and I'll wait for you out front." And with that, she left me, still wondering who the hell Scott is.

Fatigued from my earlier exertions, all I can do is wait.