Ch 6. Thanks for the reviews. I will try to explain things a bit better in this chapter. I might even try a bit of humor (Oh no not me trying to be funny!). Don't forget to R and R. I will have the dreaded shopping trip in the next ch.
The next morning Scott woke up to the sounds of students. Their noise level kept going up every few seconds; Scott wondered how he would be able to survive the shopping trip today.
He groaned as he sat up, his knee was killing him. He remembered that he forgot to take his pain medication last night and swore quietly to himself, Good one Summers, you dumb-ass. A memory popped up in his head, it was when he first met the professor.
Flashback: "Scott this is Professor Xavier, who owns and runs the Xavier institute for gifted youngsters in Manchester, New York." Mrs. Andrews, the "Home" he was staying in, manager.
"Nice to meet you Scott." A friendly voice laced with a slight British accent said to the boy.
"Same here." Scott replied, disinterestedly.
Mrs. Andrews coughed, meaning, better behave yourself.
Scott didn't give a damn though, he had met many "important" people like this in his life. Each seemed interested in something about him, and wanted him to go to their school, but not one ever held up their promises.
"Mr. Xavier wants you to attend his school, he is willing to be your guardian as well. He also, and very generously, is willing to pay for your knee surgery, and anything else you need. You will be put entirely under his care." Andrews over-cheerfully told Scott.
"Goody-Goody-Gumdrops." He said sarcastically.
He was sick of people controlling his life, sending him wherever they wanted; it was just too much after awhile.
Mrs. Andrews seemed like she was ready to kill the skinny teen. Professor Xavier smiled, he liked the boys spunky personality, but he knew the boy wasn't always like this, he usually was mild mannered and well behaved for the most part. He had a thick file on the boy sitting on his desk at home. His file read like a novel, parachuting from a burning airplane, and losing his whole family, losing his sight, running the streets blind, having many abusive foster families, and much, much more. He only hoped he could give the boy a good home at the institute.
Scott smiled at the flashback, the good old days he thought to himself with a half laugh.
He got dressed and headed to find the professor, wherever he was. Since it was Sunday, the institute was brimming with action. Kids running around screaming and yelling. Scott wished he could join in his games. The thought put a slight frown on the boys pale face.
Two teens ran bye, one a boy and one a girl, by the sound of their footsteps. The girl was screaming something, "Bobby Drake, give me back that diary right now or I will stick this broom where the sun doesn't shine." Scott guessed the girl was angry and armed (Well with a broom but still...) he did not want to ask her where the professor was with the way she was talking, it seemed as if she was about to commit a murder of a certain boy, named Bobby.
Scott inwardly smiled, and tried to find someone who he remembered from the other night who wasn't on a blood rampage.
He finally bumped literally into Rogue.
"Um, hi Scott." Rogue was a bit surprised at running into someone; usually everyone avoided her as she wandered around the school with her head stuck in some novel.
"Good, Rogue, I have been trying to find someone who I could ask how to find the professor from for the last twenty minutes, but everyone I found so far either didn't know, or was on a rampage of some sort." Scott shrugged his shoulders in annoyance.
"Ah, just saw him down the hall eating breakfast, he should still be there. If ya need any more help, just ask for me. I can usually pin point where someone is in this maze in a matter of minutes." Rogue realized that she was sort of bragging, but the boy didn't seem to mind so she didn't bother to cover up her tracks.
"Thanks." Scott said sincerely, ignoring the girl's bragging, in fact it was kind of nice to know that.
Scott made his way to the kitchen without being run over by any of the hyper-active students. He finally found the professor parked out by the table, reading the paper and drinking some coffee.
"Care for some breakfast, Scott?" The professor took another sip of his steaming cup of coffee.
"No thanks, sir, I never really eat breakfast that often." Scott sat down in a chair next to the older man, and grimaced as a flash of pain shot through his knee.
The Professor caught the brief look of pain on the teens face, and remembered that he forgot to give the boy his pain medication last night.
"Oh, sorry Scott, I was so busy last night I completely forgot about the medication, you should have reminded me.
He went over to the cupboard and grabbed the container that held the medication, he took one out and gave it to Scott with some water.
"Thanks." Scott put the cup down on the table and waited for the Professor to speak again.
"Don't let me forget that I need to find one of the teachers to give you and a few of the other students a ride to the mall to get you some clothes and other things." The professor looked Scott over, noting that he wore the same cloths as he did yesterday.
Scot sighed; he hoped that the man forgot about the trip. Oh, well can't get away with everything, he thought to himself.
"I think that Ororo or Logan has some free time around 12:00, so you can go then. I will send one of the students to find you when its time to leave." The professor finished his coffee, and wheeled over to the sink, he began washing out his and Scott's cups.
"If that all sir, I think I should um." Scott felt rather awkward, not knowing what to do.
"If I could suggest something, a nice walk in the gardens always works for me." The professor chipped in, noticing the boys awkward end to the sentence.
"Sure, good idea." Scott turned to leave and nearly tripped over a chair, "Whoops", he muttered to himself.
The professor just shook his head and smiled.
I know that the last chapter was rather short, but I had just typed a science paper and chart to go along with it and my hand didn't feel like typeing alot. If You are reading this, DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW.