Lucky Me

Chapter 035


"Oh, crap." It was about the third time I muttered that as I stared down at my little dilemma smiling back at me. It was an accident, and it was during Bobby-Jerk's class, too. His majesty let me leave to do something, and then BAM another Kookie-moment took place! This was not good.

I was going to be in big trouble. huge.

There was no one to help me with this because, 1) it was way too embarrassing, and 2) I just couldn't leave.

My heart froze when I heard the door open, "Oh my guwd! You are kidding me! I love that shirt!" Came icky-Nikki's voice, and that meant two things: one, Bobby-Jerk's class let out, and two, that Nikki's puppy, Daisy, was sure to follow her in here. This was looking up!

"Really? Ah think it makes me look fat!" Yup, Good ole Daisy Meagon! Just the person I needed, I think. Poking my head out of the stall (yes, I was in the bathroom), she was primping her make-up and such. Nikki was rattling on about some great fashion that just started. I tried to get D-M's attention by making all the normal noises (the kind you make to get someone's attention, not in the toilet stall noises!), but when that didn't work, I went for the direct approach.

"Daisy!" Naturally that got her attention.

"Kerry?" she responded.

Who the heck else would it be?

"Could you come here for a moment?" The way the bathrooms were fashioned was that there was an 'L' shape, the back of the bathrooms were where the stalls were, and thankfully she didn't ask too many questions but just came.

"What's up-oh gaw!" And with that I got shoved back into the stall by the girl. She looked me up and down before hissing low, "Why are you going around in the buff?"

"It's not like I'm naked!" I whispered back harshly, D-M pointed to my obvious problem.

"Then why are your wi-they showing?"

"Daisy? Is something wrong?" Nikki asked, her voice coming closer. "Who's in there with you, and why are you sharing a stall?"

I blanked out; I tried pressing myself against the wall, tried to get my wings to draw closer to me. Two big black things poking over the top of the stall walls was a bit hard to ignore. All I could do was whimper as the girl walked closer (I could hear her high heels as they hit the floor).

"Do something!" I whispered in a high pitch (and highly desperate) voice to D-M. She looked back at me with a lost expression, "That's an order!" I added, thinking (dumb me) that might get her brain juices going.

"You can't order me around!" she shot back.

"Don't fight with me! Not now."

"Okay, okay, Ah'll get rid of her and be right back." she ran out of the stall and I heard her tell Nikki a load of junk about something that was wrong with me. It was something about me not being fit for company. Nikki, the lovely child, asked if I was stuck in the toilet. I just adored that girl. Grr.

It took a few minutes to convince little Miss Priss to get out of the bathroom, and then I heard the main lock click. Good going, D-M!

"It's safe, you can come out now!"

I poked my head around the corner, and sure enough, everyone was gone.

"Where's your thingamabobby?" Apparently D-M liked technical terms just as much as I did.

"In there!" I pointed to the stall, where she went, and then busted out laughing.

"You dropped in the toilet! Dummy!" She laughed even harder when I stamped my foot.

"It wasn't a personal choice! And you're not helping," I whined.

"I'm not reaching in there! That's disgusting! Even if it is only pee."

I felt my cheeks go bright red. "I'm asking you to do that!"

Daisy got a clueless look about her, "Then what are you asking?"

"What do I do?"

"Reach in there and get it."

Heck no! "No way!" Then an idea struck me, "Bobby-Jer-uh, Mr. Drake might have something."

"A big coat? Ah think that would be noticeable." She's sweet, just not very smart at times.

"Get him in here."

"But this is a girl's bathroom! He's not allowed in here!" D-M stated with a look of utter disbelief on her face that I would ask such a thing. She wasn't the one who couldn't go out in the hall without causing a huge ruckus! After a few more begs and whines, she finally went, and I was left to sweat it out. Bobby-Jerk would have been my last choice, but since he was a member of the senior staff at the mansion he might actually prepared for something like this.

I just wanted to cry and kick something—too bad for Bobby-Jerk, he was the one who was coming my way.


I ended up leaving school around six that night. Bobby-Jerk didn't have any other solution because none of us were going to do what needed to be down. So we jammed up the plumbing because we flushed the image inducer. I had to actually ride home with him and Adrian because he had football practice.

It was a no brainer that as soon as we got through the door, Bobby-the-Big-Mouth had to go share my little misadventure with everyone he could. I, in the meantime, booked it to my bedroom. Scott tried to stop me to tell me something, but I kept going.

I opened my door and was completely lost.

There was a suitcase in my room as well as a few small boxes.

Were they kicking me out or something?

To find out if that was the case, I marched my person right down the steps and to the den where most people met to talk (and where Bobby-jerk was wrapping up his story), before I could utter a word, there came a sound from behind me.

"Kerry!" Came a happy voice that shouldn't have been there.

I felt my eyes grow huge as it took all my strength to turn around. I didn't let the breath I was holding out until I saw a face I never expected to see again smiling and rushing toward me. She tackled me in a hug, not even paying attention to my new additions as she did so.

"I've missed you so much!" she gushed.

I swallowed; my eyes still the size of golf balls, "D-D-Darcy?" When did I turn into Porky Pig?

"In the flesh!" Darcy, my baby sister, replied with a huge grin as she pulled back.

Dizziness overwhelmed me, and I backed up into the room, until I hit someone (Scott) who said he tried to tell me she was here before I took off. I couldn't take my eyes off, afraid that if I did, she'd disappeared. She tipped her head to the side, and asked what was wrong.

"How'd she get here?"

"We bumped into your mother earlier." That translated into that they had a long, heated argument knowing Heather. What could I say, my mother had backbone, and I did not. "And I convinced her to let your sister stay for a few days," Mrs. Jean explained.

I didn't know if I should feel grateful, or be mad because she most likely used her mental convincing on my mother. Darcy grabbed onto my arm, and insisted I show her around since she had been waiting so long for me to get home. She was also curious as to what had taken me so long to get there. I guess she wasn't in the room when Bobby-Jerk explained this all to everyone else.


"I think I'm going to die." My stomach hurt. Darcy patted my arm, telling me it was going to be okay. This was what I got for stocking up on all those sweets and then eating them (not all, Darcy had some, too) in one sitting. We ended up talking most of the night until Mr. Kurt and Dr. Hank insisted we go to sleep because we were loud. Too bad for them me and Darcy sleep talk to each other, it's a weird sister thing.

"You can't die. You got to let me see you fly."

Typical sister, but I was happy to have her there with me. Thankfully, the higher ups gave me the rest of the week off to be with her (oh listen to me complain, oh wait, you couldn't because I wasn't!) since it was doubtful I would get this chance again anytime soon.

I propped myself up on my pillows, Darcy sat at the edge of my bed looking adorable as was her curse.

I got the bad attitude (to quote my mother) and Darcy was the happy-go-lucky one. Like a Daisy-Mae but less boy crazy, I think. There had been a question gnawing on the edge of my brain since it decided to function again (and was convinced that she was real and not proof my sanity had finally snapped). She was only fourteen and everyone knows all girls love those awkward growth spurts at that age, I had one and then my body got lazy apparently. 5'6.5''is nothing to brag about, unless it's to Mr. Logan, but I chose life.

"Why aren't you scared of what I am?" Okay, so the bluntness was more like my old self, but after a while, being around someone familiar the 'me' came out in me.

Darcy, for her part, only smiled, "I am."

Gun please! Ouch! If I had to hurt, at least let it be a physical mortal wound, not an emotional one!

"Well, I used to be." Ooh-kay. "I found a lot of your old notebooks, you know, the ones full of mutant stuff? Well, I read through a lot of those, and then read the articles you kept. It made sense, what you wrote. About how you weren't scared, but fascinated."

"I said that?"

"A long time ago apparently. Did you know you were one of them?"

"No. Trust me, I would never have been dropped a bomb like that if I had." I shook my head, "How did mom explain my leaving?"

"She didn't. Just said that you left and when the school asked about where you went, she told them 'away' and then hang up or walk away. I was like 'whatever'. And all those boxes," All two of them, "Are full of the things mom thought she got rid of. But I saved them!"

"No kidding."

She twisted her face in annoyance. "No need to be rude about it! Humph!" She crossed her arms and turned her head away.

"I'd stick that lip back in before you trip on it," I shot, which got her tongue getting stuck out at me. A knock on the door and with my high and mighty permission to 'enter' Bobby-Jerk stood there. I think Darcy about fell off the bed when she looked at him. "Can I help you?"

He smiled and Darcy about went into cardiac arrest, oh this did not make big sister happy.

"Prof wanted me to come and get you two for something, and you must be Darcy." He then came into my room, and my poor sister looked as if she was about to faint. She was so transparent. They shook hands, and talked a bit (a very little bit because she suddenly got shy).

As Bobby-the-cradle-robber was leaving, I could have just murdered my loving and wonderful sister and her big fat mouth!

"You know he looks like Tom Coody, that guy you had a crush on since I don't even remember when!"

That got the egotistical meanie's head to turn around, and give me this 'oh-really' look before he left for good.

"Darcy?" I asked sweetly, grabbing a pillow without her noticing.

"Yeah?"

I attacked her with my pillow, "Die!"


"Are you sure?" There wasn't any way I could! I wasn't strong enough! "I really don't want to kill my sister."

"Definitely, and you have your adrenaline 'kick' to give you the Rogue syndrome if you get into trouble." Mr. Warren reassured. Darcy was about to bounce herself into the sky she was so excited. Someone at dinner mentioned, half-heartedly, that my codename was Blyt and my energetic little puppy about went through the roof with happiness. Then she wouldn't leave me alone, and insistedt she finally get to 'fly with Blyt'.

She thought it was cool, and it would be, until I dropped her (no, not on purpose!). And then Mr. Jean-Paul said that I should, of course he was slightly cold and was known for an 'acid tongue'-I think that means sarcasm, but I wasn't sure. Mr. Warren was for it, and so were all the other people.

"Ah heard that!" Miss Rogue shouted from the window.

"Come on, please? You can't say no."

"Wanna make a bet I can't?" Yeah, I was being stubborn, but it's better than hurting her.

"The real Blyt wouldn't be scared." She smirked at me, knowing she pinned me. Man! She's good!

"Come on, Kookie, entertain a younger sibling," Adrian's voice came from right behind us.

"Oh, another one," One death look to little sister, and she shut up. Good girl, I was glad she remembered our little pillow talk (me trying to ram the pillow down her throat). Adrian looked—nice. I didn't know what he did different (maybe it was the color of the shirt?) but he looked a lot better than when I saw him last (of course, that was when he was all sweaty and nasty from football practice).

"You or her?"

"Do it! Do it!" D-M chanted, and even Darcy gave her the what-planet-did-you-come-from look. I sighed and tried to remember how Paige told me to tap into the 'super strength' since it had to do with my skin changing, too. I didn't want to do that, my sister was accepting of the wings, but jet-black skin? I looked like a demon.

"Oh cool, you are going to do it!" I wanted for everyone to turn around or something in case I publicly embarrassed myself (again). But I did get the lift off easy, and I was happy with myself, and Darcy was ecstatic about it. Adrian gave me one of his really nice smiles, and all I could think of was what Kenney said.

"Less googly eyes, more flying." Drake insisted. I gave him my best drop-dead glare and then attempted to pick up my baby sister. Surprise of all surprises, I was actually able to do it! So naturally I wasn't about to hang around with her, just kinda flapping there, I took off.

"This is so cool!" She screamed (in my ear). Her arms were wrapped around my neck, and I had her in the typical victim hold as Mr. Warren called it and showed me how to do. After a few minutes of just flying over the woods and lake, Darcy piped up again, "You must love it up here."

I did my best to shrug in my current position, my stomach still giving me occasional cramps.

"I don't visit often."

"Why not? This is awesome! I would love to fly on my own!" She gushed. Then a moment clicked by, "You aren't scared of it are you?"

I winced, that was the same question Mrs. Jean asked at our latest mental meeting. I never pictured myself with wings, and although I used them to fly when I was told to, I never practiced or tried to enjoy them like the others. What was the point? They brought me to a nasty place in my life.

"Nah," I lied.

"Liar." She's good. "Since when have you ever wimped out on anything?"

"Since always?"

"Whatever! You were the only girl in the school to tell Mr. Feel-Good McFeltt to leave you alone. Didn't you end up sucker punching him? You were like a legend in sixth grade!" She remembered.

"Actually I threw a book at him for looking down my shirt." I smiled guiltily, "I hit him in a—low spot."

"Yeah, I know. That was like wow."

"Whatever happened to him?"

Darcy gave me a goofy smile, "He was teaching Sex Ed. when I left. I think the cheerleaders even worshiped you for a while."

"Yeah, right."

"Anything to make you happy."

This coming from a girl whose favorite past time used to be in annoying me.


Time just flew by with my baby sister. She was always the happy one, the cup half-full one. A reminder of who I once was and how much I had changed. She thought I'd grown, I thought I'd sunk. But either way, I was losing her. Tomorrow was the official day of disownment and with Darcy here, I had made it through the week without committing a felony.

Or shoving Chris out a window…he wouldn't stop with the pranks!

Not only me, but Darcy. Sheesh, he was going to die. He not only pulled out some of the oldest tricks in the book, but all the unethical ones as well. Darcy noticed there was a hole in my wall I shared with Chris, and it was directly lined up to where I usually change! The pervert!

Me and my little sister ransacked his room (while he was at school) and stole all of his private things with girls and stuff, and then had a little roast where the others had there's not too long ago at the bar-be-que. And as for the hole?

Filled it with gum, curtsy of Daisy and her temper.

Chris was more than a bit mad, but with a locked door, and my radio blasting his little temper tantrums couldn't be heard—at least not until he short-circuited my appliances. Jerk.

Back to Darcy and her leaving. She said that the boxes were just some of the stuff she was able to store away from mom's rampage on the forget-Kerry campaign.

I was glad when Mrs. Jean said that a taxi was coming to pick her up, and not my Mom. I didn't know how I was going to react when I saw that lady again, and I would too, on Friday. Tomorrow. It was a like a solid punch in the gut knowing all of this. And, yet, as I thought before, it wasn't wholly unexpected after the stunts my mother pulled earlier.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow, then." was all she kept saying with a sad look on her face. Couldn't blame her though, next time I would see Darcy was tomorrow, and if she even acknowledged my presence I think my mom—I mean Heather would whip out a gun and kill her for associating with me.

The mutant.

"Yeah, I guess so." What was I supposed to say? I wasn't good at good-byes! I hated them! They sounded so-permanent. Probably because most of them were in my life-argh! I was depressing myself! She stepped off the first steps (Scott and Dr. Hank got volunteered by Mrs. Jean to load her few things into the cab) and then she turned around and hugged me.

Again, another startled reaction from me.

Hard to believe I was not the touchy feely type wasn't it? I didn't think it would be a stretch of imagination to picture me not being that way. But regardless I actually hugged her back, and that's when I felt tears falling from her eyes and on to my arms.

"I wish I could tell you-" Darcy muttered, "Anyone-"

"What?" I whispered, my sister was never this weepy, she was the Christian of the family, and therefore said we'd meet again always in one place or another. So what had her trembling in my arms and crying?

She looked up at me, and for a moment my baby sister looked like she had aged ten years, no longer the sweet innocent fourteen-year-old, going on fifteen, but more like a fourteen-year-old going on thirty. I was now really worried. Mom wouldn't pull anything on Darcy, would she?

"What's wrong?"

"I ain't got all day!" Got to love impatience, but my sister pushed me away, waved, and jumped in the car shouting her good-byes as she grew smaller in the distance.

That little tweerp! You couldn't' say something like that and then leave! That's rude! That's annoying! That's too much like me!

Wait a sec; I did not just call myself rude. Oh wait, I did-whoops.

After going back into the house, I hunted down Mrs. Jean to ask her exactly what type of convincing she pulled with my mom.

"I made her believe Darcy was going to meet her today, that she hadn't even come with your mother. It was easy to do." I was half a tick away from asking what was wrong with Darcy when she promptly changed the subject. That's about as annoying as running away without answering.

Less rude, but just as annoying.

That's when the alarm started to sound.


I had to go alone, well, almost, except D-M and Mr. Warren's annoying opinionated lawyer (but he wasn't the one visualizing my mom pulling a gun on my sister) and when I saw my mother, I honestly thought I was going to cry. But instead I felt an overwhelming urge to throw a chair at her.

Some repressed anger or something.

Darcy was right behind her looking forward; she only spared me a tired smile as my mother didn't even bother to look at me.

Scratch the chair, give me a table.

And the first thing the lawyer told me to do was to keep quiet and let him do all the talking. As if I was going to say something wrong or improper.

Okay, so I was thinking about it, but unless he's psychic, he shouldn't have known that. Probably Mr. Warren's advice to keep my quiet.

It's not like I had a big mouth like Jubilee or Daisy.

No matter, because the hearing started and mostly big words were flung around from lawyer to lawyer and hit the judge on several occasions. I just sat there. Thank goodness I had an image inducer on or my mom might not have even recognized me as her child, which she still had to do until the judge said 'okay' with it and all.

But something happened I didn't expect, and that had Mr. Warren's lawyer looking all cocky. I could barley believe my ears, and catching glance at my mom, she had an angered-surprised expression etched on her face.

The judge ruled that the emancipation was thrown out, and that my mother was being charged with Juvenal abandonment!

She was going to get into trouble for ditching me!


"You have to feel good!" Daisy-Mae insisted, dancing around me clapping.

Yeah, I felt great. Wonderful. My mom and sister left the court room like their rears were on fire (actually my sister was being dragged). I wanted to ask Darcy what had made her so upset yesterday, but my mommy dearest would have none of that. Mr. Warren's lawyer smiled at me and said that he spared me the embarrassment of being related to her.

"It's a hollow victory. I still don't have a mom." Or a dad. I wish I had him to run to, but to do that, I would have to be dead, and I didn't want that to happen any day soon.

"That's up to you."

"Jean! Scott! When'd y'all get here?" Daisy about jumped on them as she bounded next to them. I thought they were still on their missions, something to do with a lot of mutants, some Magnet guy's (?) legacy and yadda yadda. So seeing the Summerses stand there was more than a bit of a shock.

"Sorry, we were—preoccupied," Mrs. Jean explained (as if it really explained anything).

"Need a ride?" Scott offered, dangling the keys from his fingers. Daisy about took out some more people as she ran to the doors. That girl didn't need to be a mutant; she was scary enough as a regular old human.

"So Paul really came through for you, didn't he?" Mrs. Jean questioned.

"Yeah, if I wanted my mom to hate me more by turning the tables on her," I grumbled. Scott and Mrs. Jean went on about how I shouldn't worry and so on and on (and on and on). Until Paul (the lawyer) came running up to them waving around some papers like a flag of surrender.

"Jean, Scott, wait up!" They did, and he started to rattle on about the details (at this rate I was going to be camping in the court house) I blocked his speech (typical Kookie mode) and then he said something that caught my attention. "And Judge Hart approved of the vote for adoption in the girl's case."

Red light! Stop traffic! There was a wreck in the lanes of common sense and understanding!

"Who are you two adopting?" I just knew they were going to say Darcy, to get her away from my less-than-likeable mom. I didn't want her anywhere near the mansion if she wasn't (or was) a mutant! She was a kid. A little girl. She didn't need this!

And if they even suggested it I was going to get mad.

"You."

Adopt me?