Welcome back to my little corner of insanity. I've haven't received very many reviews- thank you, Woad-Bard. Did you know the Woads are actually the Picts? 'Tis your random tidbit of information for the day. I've looked back on my chapters and have noticed my balance issues, too much dialogue. So, I'm working on improving my style, and hope you like the next chapter. Review or I shall borrow the Amep from Collision: Yanma Senpai and make him attack. And as a final note- I'm not sure the relationship she and Logan will have! And also, I do not write out accents because it is harder to read.
Disclaimer- Mira Hopesbane owns nothing of X Men: Evolution, though she wishes to one day RULE THE WORLD…I mean, become a published author who people write fanfic about.
Chapter Three-An Unlucky Day
Mirabilis was early in her routine the morning for it had rained so loudly she woke, but everyone was already moving around and hurrying. Bobby and Rhane were joking as they cooked breakfast; Kurt lounged around eating toast; Jean yelled at about everything that would listen, including a stray dog she was nursing back to health. Fighting between curiosity and her instinct to keep far from anyone who lived here- except Logan, the outcast remained standing in the hallway. Her curiosity won, and she yawned as her entrance was enacted.
"What's going on?" she muttered, scorning the taste of sleep in her mouth that would not remove itself with even two glasses of orange juice.
As the luck forces in the universe were not cooperating with her today, Jean was the only one who screamed back an answer, "It's the day of the beach party, and we can't find Storm, the beach balls are missing, and no one is working on anything worthwhile!"
Mirabilis gulped audibly, and felt a red heat begin to creep into her face. Telepaths intimidated her, but that would be the last fear she would ever admit. She nodded, not asking if she may attend the party for fear of making Jean rage, then started to partake in the pandemonium. And, as the forces of luck would have it, Mirabilis was just starting to feel secure in the chaos when Jean started shepherding them into the X-Van. Inwardly, Xavier's goddaughter groaned, "What have I gotten myself into?" By the time Storm climbed in last, she felt more crammed then how SPAM must feel after being run over by a truck and slammed into a trunk filled with any luxury ever possibly created. The trip to Kingston Beach, which was for a fact only fifteen minutes away, felt like it took hours.
When the arrival was complete, everyone extracted themselves from the car. Here, the beach in its entirety had been decorated by Jean's brutal and skilled hand. Kurt, who had teleported him and the red-haired witch there, cowered from her, fear of her rage evident on his gentle blue features. Jean had a sort of forced smile on her face, and soon the party was in full swing. But the forces of luck were against the child Mirabilis.
The party had gone well; it was around 5 in the afternoon and no one had bothered the Goldenstar since noon. But, as before mentioned, the force was not with her. The water receded, and it also became still. But the girl was the only one who noticed. All others were too busy- drinking, eating, and dancing. As the water slowly returned, Mira was lost in her thoughts. She had heard of this before, in the Japan section of science history- but what was it?
Professor X stared as something- something tugged at the back of his mind. Something felt- wrong, uncertain about the world. He quickly logged onto Cerebro, not sure what he was searching for. Something was terribly, terribly wrong.
A/N- Ha-ha! I leave you there. What is going on? You do not know. But Chapter Four is already written, and I shall post it soon. It appears I have resolved some of my balance issues. Enjoy, and stay glued. (Readers Scream: EVILLLLL!!!)