The next morning I'm the first one out of bed, I've made sure of it cause I set my clock to 5:30. No one in this house would dare show their faces before six o'clock, it would be like a sin or something. I dart to the shower, change clothes (a white tee and a red skirt should do nicely) and rush downstairs. It's kind of creepy not hearing anything moving. The mansion creeks and groans like any old house. My footsteps sound super loud since nothing's moving.

I try an ignore it; I make my way out to the garage. I pause at the doorway, oh no, don't back out now Kitty, your almost home free. I look over the sea of corvettes, fords, and vipers, holding back nausea. I've never done anything like this before. I can feel the beads of sweat collecting on my forehead.

I've never snuck out of the house before. I never had a reason to. But, this time, it's an emergency. By the time I make it to the front gates (I decided not to use the front staircase, it might cause to much noise), I'm like literally quaking. Hey, you try sneaking out of a house full of mega sensitive mutants, see how easy it is for you!

Anyways, "So far, so good Kitty," I tell myself, hoping to get a boost of confidence from somewhere, correction…anywhere. The dew is still on the plants and the morning sunshine has barely broken over the horizon. I hear my feet make that awful sucking sound as they hit the damp, muddy grass. It's times like these I wish I had the ability to fly instead of walking through walls.

I stare at the large iron gates for what seemed like an eternity before taking a deep breath and phasing through them. I've done it! I feel like opening my mouth and shouting it to the world. I consider the song "Eye of the Tiger", you know the one Rocky always had when he reached the top of the steps, should be playing somewhere in the background. Ha, Kitty you need to get out more.

I guess I was so happy with my triumph of getting out that I didn't pay any attention to anything around me. Next thing I know I hear, "Going somewhere, half-pint?" Damn, I've been spotted. A less-than-casual glance to my left reveals a leather jacket, faded denim jeans, and a cigar that has to be Cuban, all belonging to the same guy. Logan. I turn and face the inevitable. Logan stares at me, unsmilingly, leaning casually against his motorcycle (the profess broke down and bought him one after Scott kept complaining Logan was stealing his) managing to unintentionally (or maybe it's intentional) to look intimidating.

"Um, hi Logan."

He grunts.

"Thinking about going somewhere?"

Whoa, Kitty you better think of something quick, and it better be plausible or you're shark food (or in this case wolf food). I'm praying my voice doesn't stutter, "Just out for a morning walk, it's a beautiful day." I take a deep whiff of air for emphasis, trying not to choke on cigar fumes. Logan raises an eyebrow suspiciously, "At 5:30 in the mornin'? Kinda early for a walk, don't ya think?" Oh, he had me on that one. Well, Kitty don't back down now!

"I didn't want to be interrupted. I wanted to be alone, ya know, have a little me time." I decide to switch tactics, "Speaking of which, why are you out so early?" He smiles and takes a deep drag on the cigar before answering, "Had some business to take care of." He blows a puff in my direction, "You're not going to get off so easy half-pint." Count on him to spoil a mission. Out of all the people in the world to find you sneaking out, it just has to be Logan, just my luck. I should have known he'd be out this early in the morning. I can count on scrubbing the x-jet for the next ten years of my life.

Wait! The puff of smoke…smoke. Oh, kitty you are sooooo good. When all else fails, try blackmail. I can feel a feral smile run across my face. Indifferently, I saunter over to the bike. I can see Logan's hard black eyes following my every step. I pretend to cough; making sure my head bobs up and down for good measure.

"Logan, it's against the rules to smoke on school grounds, you know that! I mean I could get lung cancer, or have a stroke, or just kill over and die. Haven't you seen the Stand commercials?" He looks at me, not bothering to snuff out his cigarette, as though I'm Scott doing a boring seminar on the physiological effects of global warming.

I wait a second and a few more coughs before finishing. I put this really good look of innocence on my face, "You know who's a stickler about smoking? Ms. Munroe." I let the word's sick in. "I mean she really hates it. Says it messes up the atmosphere by killing animals and stuff. Um, didn't Ms. Munroe say that the next time she caught you smoking, there'd be bad consequences?

Logan's eyes go wide as the realization hits him. Yep buddy, I'm blackmailing you. Little old, innocent Kitty's blackmailing you, bet you never saw that one coming huh? I am secretly glad that Ms. Munroe has such a hatred for smoking. Had it been anyone else, Logan would have just shrugged it off. But not Ms. Munroe, she means business, especially since smoking messes with the environment, including the weather, animals, and plants, which doesn't sit well at all with the weather witch.

Logan gives me a look that could freeze hell before dropping the cigar and smashing it under his heel. "Well how's she going ta know?"

I look at him from under lowered lashes before setting the plan in motion, "Oh, I might just have to tell her when you tell the professor, you caught me out here. I'm sure she'd be happy to know." That's it…I have him. I can just see Logan folding as I speak. Instead of giving me another death glare, Logan's unshaved face breaks into a grin. Whoa, which is kinda unnerving, coming from him.

"You run a hard bargain, half-pint. But I have ta admire ya, a girl after my own heart."

Inwardly, I puff up with pride at the compliment, but I would never let him know it. Yea, Logan I'm better than ya think. I rest my hand on my hip, "Well ya know Logan, I won't tell if you won't."  He runs a hand through his wild black hair, making a sound between a growl (it could be laughing, you never can tell with Logan) and a sigh. "Kind of a I scratch your back, you scratch mine kinda thing, huh?"

 I nod diligently, like a taco-bell Chihuahua bobble-head. Logan looks at me, which for a second makes me think he's not going to fall for it, then he shakes his head and that grin crosses his lips again. "Alright, I catch your drift. So, where'd you learn to be so evil, half-pint?" I pause for a moment; the question throws me off. I smile evilly, "I learned for the best Logan, I learned from the best."

Logan gives a hearty chuckle, "Sure kid, the very best. Now, git inside for Chuck finds us and fries both our hides."

No need to tell me twice, as I walk away (a little too quickly), I can swear I hear Logan laughing. I take a deep breath, whew-who! Kitty you've done it, I actually managed to get out of years of x-jet service. I should get an award or something. I can see it now: To Kitty Pride for valiant courage in the face of danger. Yes, I'd like to thank the academy, my mom, my cousin Lenny…earth to Kitty!