I hate waking up in the mansion. There's always a mad rush to the bathroom in the morning. Being the first into the bathroom, Jean always takes her slow time brushing her perfect hair, strand for strand. It makes me wanna gag, something terrible.
As usual, I get up pull the covers back and find that Rogues still knocked out, curled into a little ball on the bed. Either that or she's ignoring Jeans calls of "wake up" and "Rise and shine". I swear sometimes she's a little too peppy in the mornings. But Rogues…Rogue and she doesn't care whose calling. She'll get up when she feels like it.
I slip into my bunny slippers, you know the ones with the words "cutie pie" monogrammed on them. What? Every girl should have a pair. Since I know the bathrooms not going to be available for a while, I try to make it to the kitchen before everyone else does. That way I don't have to see Kurt and the others gorge themselves on little slabs of innocent baby pigs they call "bacon".
Ewwwww…like gross. Eating baby animals and slaughtering them to feed your belly. It's just cruel. I swear their all little cannibals. Especially Kurt he's always somewhere stuffing his face with food. It's not fair, he doesn't gain an ounce (thanks to a fast metabolism), but I have to watch what I eat. Thankfully, I'm a vegetarian, therefore the little piglets and cows have nothing to fear from me.
Running down the steps and into the kitchen, I find I'm the first one. Yeah! No one's in the kitchen except Logan who acknowledges me with a nod of the head.
"Hey half-pint." I smile at his affectionate use of my nickname. For a guy with an admantium skeleton, Logan's an alright dude.
"Hey Logan." He's always downstairs reading the newspaper with his daily cup of coffee (black with no sugar) in hand. But he's quiet and doesn't bother anyone so it's cool. Quickly I reach into the refrigerator to get my two pieces of cantaloupe I cut last night. Oh, look Kurt's been in the milk again, he left a trail of little blue evidence. That guy is a living garbage disposal, he'll eat anything. I'm starved so quickly I take off the lid to the container marked "KITTY'S DO NOT EAT".
Low and behold, my cantaloupe is gone. Oh man, heads are gonna roll for this. But there are so man people that I'd never find out which one eat my stuff. That's how it is around here, people just take things without asking and do what they want. I know were suppose to be a family and all but…ugggh. I hate when people take my food without asking, it's one of my biggest pet peeves. They could have at least left me one slice for cryin out loud.
"Fuck," I growl. Logan must have heard me (no duh he's sitting in the same room) because he looks up from his paper with raised eyebrows. I blush, not a lot of people hear me cuss. I only do it when I'm really angry. This is right about…now.
"Sumtin wrong half-pint?"
I shake my head. No use bothering him with my problems. No one would confess to actually taking the food.
Logan doesn't by it, "People don't just say fuck at six o'clock in the mornin' fer nuthin."
"No, it's really nothing, Logan. I just wanted something and I can't find it," I say trying my best to fiend a smile. He looks at me doubtfully a second before going back to whatever was so interesting in the newspaper. Turning away from the refrigerator in disgust, I grab a bottled water and head out of the kitchen. Before I can get through the door Logan's rough hand grabs my arm.
"I'm not stupid half-pint and the nose ain't either. I can smell a lie. So you wanna tell me what's botherin' ya?" Dang, I should have known he wouldn't let it go. Well there's really no use in lying now is there?
"Nothing really Logan, I'm just kinda stressed out right now. I couldn't find my cantaloupe in the fridge. I guess I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. O.K?"
After sniffing the air, Logan let my arm go. As if nothing at all had happened, he returned to his spot at the table and sipped his coffee.
"See ya half-pint."
"Bye Logan," I say as I hear the other students coming down the steps. Swiftly I slip out of the door and take the elevator up to my floor. I step into the room to get a towel. Rogue's stretching now, her streaked hair wild and unruly.
"Hey Rogue."
"Hey," she mumbles in somewhat of a sleepy voice.
"Um is it okay if I like get in the shower first?"
She nods apparently still in her sleep-like state. She weaves and her droopy eyes blink and fight to stay open. Yeah! My second victory of the day. Rogue and I usually fight like cats and dogs to get to the shower. Because of her powers, she usually wins.
"Thanks." I grab my towel, soap, and toothbrush and rush to the bathroom. As I close the bedroom door, I hear a thump. Phasing my head through the door, I see Rogue's form slumped across the bed. Shaking my head, I rush to the bathroom.
Like gross, the rooms a total mess.
For one thing the mirrors all cloudy, I mean what's the point in having a mirror if you can't see out of it? The floor is wet and don't even get me started on the toilet. Someone must have took like a man-sized dunk, cuz it smells terrible.
"I'll just take my shower and get out," I think. I open the shower and ewww there's hair all in the bottom of the tub. Like gag me with a spoon. That's so nasty; I mean it's so unsanitary. Well I can't blame it on Kurt, the hairs aren't blue (but it wouldn't have been the first time).
I run some water in the tub to flush out the hairs. I don't wanna bath with someone's gross pubic hair floating around me. When the last piece of hair goes bye-bye that's when I start the shower. Ahhh, hot steamy water what a godsend. I love showers, especially ones in the morning because that's when I feel icky…ya know?
In this house, a hot shower can mean the difference between nice kitty (how I act normally) and not-so-nice kitty (how I act when I've had a bad day or if I'm surfing the crimson wave-such as right now.)So I'm right in the middle of washing my hair with the new herbal essences (with hawafena) when something starts pounding on the door. Jeez, can't a girl get any peace and quiet around here?
"It's meh Rouge, I need to git in tha showa."
The answer to my last question…Obviously not. Damn, I knew that a good shower couldn't last, not in this house. Oh, well as they say all good things must come to an end. Besides Rogue's cranky in the morning, believe me you don't wanna get on her bad side. You could end up unconscious or worse.
"Give me a minute, I'll be out soon."
Rogue pounds on the door again, "You betta hurry up. I got things ta do."
"What things," I wanna ask. However, I don't, because lets face it, do any of us really want Rogue's answer? I didn't think so. With energy I didn't even know I had I take a bath, throw on a towel and zoom out of the bathroom and down the hall. From the safety of my bed, I hear Rogue close the bathroom door. And I live to fight another day. Aww, man I forgot my "princess" slippers. But there's no way I'm going back into hostile territory.
"I had better hurry up." My hair is wet and sticking to me. And unless I want it to have more tangles than Beast's fur, I should get a move on. I go an sit on my bed. A picture of Lance and I stares up at me.
Oh, Rogue teased me forever about that picture. Saying things like "Kitty and Lance sittin' in a tree…" and "If you and Lance eva haff children you can name 'em puppy and spear." I know like totally lame , right? That's so elementary school. But I don't care what she says, I really like Lance, maybe even love him. Eww, did I like just use the L-word?
Well we'll pretend that I didn't. Anyways Lance and I have been going out off and one since I came to the institute. It's kind of a love-hate relationship. I mean sometimes were all lovey-dovey and the next were at each other's throats. Mostly it's because I'm an x-men and get this he's part of the brotherhood. So were always in combat.
The other reason is that Lance is to good looking for his own good. He's really like arrogant cuz he knows that he's hot. I mean a lot of girls would kill just to be able to get a good look at him. I think that's also the reason a lot of them hate me. Go figure. I hate to admit it but he's such a player. He always (even though he's suppose to be my bf) has some girl draped around his arm. Usually that girl is Tabitha. Oh God, how I hate that girl, she's so…uggh. She's like a leech always clinging to him, it doesn't help that she's also part of the brotherhood.
But I really don't have time to think about that now, seeing as how my hair is drying by the second. I stop staring at the picture and start lotioning my body. Did I mention I hate my body? Just another great perk of being Kitty Pride. It's so…small. I mean I love like being skinny and all, but it's everywhere else that I have a problem with.
Like my boobs for instance, there practically none existent. And I have no butt at all. I think I just have a back connected to a pair of legs. I've always wanted to look like one of those playmates. You know the ones that pose for playboy (yea I've seen one before), there all so gorgeous. Instead, I got stuck with the body of an anorexia patient.
Don't get me wrong I'm like majorly happy that I'm skinny, I couldn't imagine being like Blob's size. That would be just wrong. But I am majorly bummed that I'm not all-out beautiful (like Ororo or Jean). I guess I'm just a plain Jane. Even though Lance calls me "Pretty Kitty," most of the time that's not how I feel. But then again does anyone ever stop to ask me about how I feel? No, everyone's always to busy worried about the next mutant strike. I swear being a mutant gets old fast.
Anyways I kinda need to get dressed now…sorry. OMG! I am gonna be like so late, and believe me Scott summers waits for no one. I'm just getting through zipping up my jeans when Rogue comes crashing through the door. She's wrapped in her favorite black towel (I guarantee everything in her wardrobe is like black!) and her hair kinda looks like a drown puppy. No kidding.
Rogue doesn't even look at me let alone speak. This is how it is everyday after 7 o'clock Rogue doesn't talk to anyone at the mansion unless it's absolutely necessary. Can't say that I blame her. In fact, the only person that I ever do see her hang around is that other Goth girl…what's her name? Oh yea, Ritzy…I think. So Rogue doesn't talk to me and I don't talk to her, a mutual relationship that's for sure.
I throw on my top and jet over to the mirror. I look good….the yellow sweater goes nice with my blue jean skirt. Contrary to popular belief, I have more than just pink sweaters and grey skirts in my closet. I think I'll just do the ponytail for today. I throw my hair into a messy ponytail, slip on my white tennis, grab my backpack and bounce.