Thanks to A-roq. And ducky for the constructive criticism; I agree that perhaps Logan probably wouldn't of paraded around the front in his uniform and so on it was just a spontaneous gesture to throw him in the chapter, so I have amended that. However, I disagree that the first few chapters are without a plot and if you are to continue reading you will see that they are needed to understand the character's actions later on. Thanks anyway.
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Dazed and confused I stumbled out of bed. At the unearthly time of 7:00am. Oh joy, it was Monday. The day I loved to hate. Over The weekend, I'd stayed at 'home' without out any human contact; unless you could call the eoh human. The eoh had decided to ground me on account of leaving the house without informing her, the authorities and the government. She had insisted on tutting, dishing out disapproving looks and occasionally issuing what she thought was a cutting comment. And my mum had accused me of nursing grudges! Fat chance.
After the usual morning lecture from the reincarnation of Hitler I left the prison with muffin in hand. "In mourning!" (Only because I was wearing my black cords and black t-shirt sporting FCK all I need is U).
I wandered up the steps and into school into school 15 minutes late. Straight into what should've been an empty corridor and a raging Rosie, whose wild hair was now purple with blue, pink and blonde streaks added, absolutely fabulous.
"You manipulative bitch! You used Ray and the others and now you hang round with these jerks? I bet Friday night was your idea of a joke, to scare your old 'friends'! You're such a two-faced slut Tabitha!" she cried angrily, too engaged to notice me standing awkwardly behind her.
I looked over at the 'jerks' to see Lance Alvers, Fred Dukes, Todd Tolensky and Pietro Maximoff (all of whose names I had learnt from one of Rosie's regular rants). There was also a shorthaired blonde girl with an I-don't-care attitude, who I hadn't met before. Who was stood slouching against the locker smirking with what looked like a clear advantage.
"Wow, Sampson you doing your impression of a rainbow? Your jealousy is my energy, ever wonder why I am so hyper?" She derided, Rosie gaped not knowing how to respond and floundered like a fish out of water, frustrated she stamped her foot and growled. Embarrassed for myself and her, I turned to look away but instead ended up watching the obese guy with a with a blonde Mohawk called Fred and unfortunately immediately burst out laughing. Fred had a look of pure bewilderment stamped across his features as he watched them back and forth like a tennis spectator.
Slowly he turned his attention to me, and painfully slowly comprehension dawned; that I was laughing at him. " STOP LAUGHING AT ME!" he bellowed, I couldn't help it as I bent over, sides aching.
He began to advance towards me and away from the group who were slightly behind Tabitha. Todd sat crouching and the others slumped against the lookers they're attention turned away from Tabitha and towards me. Fred's were features contorted and red with rage. Quickly, I sobered and was beginning to panic and stupidly hyperventilating. Something strange occurred as he came closer; I felt increasingly light-headed, I seemed to be absorbing or breathing in all the available air, he started to run or rather trot.
I felt rooted to the stop as he came face to face with me. But instead of grabbing me as he intended to, he fell through me.
Before he could get up after huffing and puffing, I legged it or rather floated to the nearest toilets. Shaking, I looked down at my hands…or what had been hands.
My hand still resembled a hand except it was now made of a thin fog-like substance with misty tendrils. I reached out to the door to find I couldn't grasp it instead I somehow managed to slip through the crack at the bottom of the door.
I gazed into the mirror a great sense of self-pity and loathing threatened to engulf me as I asked myself, what was I? I was still Ally-shaped (all features and manner of clothing visible!) except I looked opaque, like a gas, vaguely transparent like a heavy fog or wisp of cloud even my irises were pools of water.
I reached out to run the tap and wash my face to clear my thumping head. My 'hand' went straight through it, disturbing it briefly before it returned to resembling a hand, a thin layer of mist covered and dulled the metallic sheen of the tap. Sighing heavily and hopelessly I looked down…I was floating half a foot in the air, no wonder I looked taller! Nausea and fear rose in me snaking steadily turning it as cold as the mist I was.
What if I was stuck like this! Pathetically, I felt the need to wallow in self pity or curling up in a corner to do some serious sulking. I hovered over to slip underneath the door of an out-of-order cubicle and walked straight into it. Reeling back, I fell to the floor however this went unnoticed as I almost rejoiced I was normal, (or as normal as I ever had been!).
I pulled myself together and power-walked out, eager to find Rosie and a sense of normality. Half way down the corridor surveying the floor it had become fascinating all of a sudden, I bumped into someone. Looking up I began to mumble an apology until I saw whom it was.
I was looking up into the arrogant blue eyes and smirking face of Pietro Maximoff. Angered I almost yelled more boldly than I felt, "What do you want, Maximoff!" he snorted,
"Love the attitude…there may be hope for you after all, remember I know what you are. For you baby, things might change, depends on who you turn to the pathetic x-geeks or us. Well, gotta go When you live this fast and look this good everybody wants a piece of you," he shrugged, "Well this conversations over, catch ya later slowpoke!" he seemed to have said most of that without drawing a breath before he sped off down the corridor, leaving me more shaken than before and stood there like a pale lemon.