Disclaimer: I like smiling, smiling's my favorite.

Wanda buried her head under her pillow to drown out the chirping parakeets. If I find geese in this room I vow here and now they will be returned to their rightful place and I will kill that admirer. Giving up, she brought her head back out and glanced around. No geese, just a plate of cookies, which up on closer inspection were shaped like geese and eggs. She wasn't even going to allow her brain to think of Fred again as these cookies' decorations were quite rudimentary, as though a child had taken a handful of sprinkles and just thrown them upon the dough.

"It looks like a kindergartener decorated them." Pause. "No…oh no, that little urchin…no way!" She began to pace the room. "There's no way…I barely know him or…he barely knows me. Either way, its not good, he's at least six years younger than me," she sighed. "It never gets any easier."

"Hi, I'm looking for Jamie…Madrox." The woman behind the counter gazed at her appraisingly. "He forgot his lunch." Wanda held up a brown paper bag, which she knew in actuality contained a couple rocks.

"And you are?"

"His sister…Winnie." She could have hit herself: Winnie? Why she felt the need to like about her identity she'd never know.

"Well, you can leave it here and I'll make sure he gets it."

"No! I mean, no, that's okay. I can run it up. Besides, I forgot to ask him about…something."

"And you're his sister," the woman looked over her horn-rimmed glasses.

"Yes," Wanda smiled.

"Room 310."

"Thank you." She hurried out of there and down the hallway lined with art projects of cotton-ball-bearded Santas and pinecone trees. Wonder if he made any of these. Up the stairs she went, searching for the room.

She peeked through the small window in the door and searched for the urchin. There he was, with a huge hard covered book boasting equations like 3x-4y2. "Gosh, that's advanced for someone his age, maybe he's a genius," she said, knocking on the door and receiving a, "shhh" from a small girl passing by. Wanda stuck out her tongue in reply. Her tongue still hadn't been concealed as the door opened to reveal a boy not much shorter than herself who called, "Mrs. Frink, there's someone here."

"Who is it," Mrs. Frink asked, walking over.

Wanda pushed herself through the doorway and promptly announced, "I'm Jamie's sister. There's been some confusion and mother's going into the Operating Room today. I need to find out if Jamie still plans on staying after school for choir." A few snickers slipped out of covered mouths as Jamie turned a bright red. He quickly got to his feet, walked over, and pushed Wanda out the door, closing it behind him.

"What are you doing," he hissed.

"I had something to ask you."

"If you're looking for someone else they're at the High School."

"No, that's not it. Gosh that boy was big for a third grader."

Jamie growled and gave Wanda a shove. "I am NOT in third grade! I'm thirteen years old! An eighth grader soon to be graduating!"

"That explains the math. Turns out you're not gifted, you're just ordinary."

"I have enough gifts."

"Anyways, sweetie, what do you know about duck-shaped cookies?"

"Nothing," he crossed his arms, "And don't call me sweetie."

"You sure?" She pulled the cookie out of her pocket and waved it in front of his face.

"Looks like my kindergarten little buddy decorated that." The look on her face caused him to quickly clarify his statement, "not that he did."

"Jamie, come sit down on this bench, I need to explain something."

"I'm not sitting by you."

"Fine, then stand. Anyways, you realize we can never be together. Your love for me is forbidden."

"Huh? You're more messed up than I thought. I am not in love with you, nor do I know who is. Now, please save yourself the embarrassment and leave. Just so its clear to you: I never want you to come to my school saying you're my sister ever again."

"I understand."

"Just…go. I'm getting picked on as it is." As she watched him go Wanda asked herself why she hadn't called Kurt as requested and saved herself the strange looks. The need for self punishment, she shrugged.