"Attention all Junior Trainers, the Danger Room session has been cancelled due to the Staff experiencing technical difficulties. Once again, there will be NO Danger Room today. That is all." Scott said over the PA.

I whined as I rolled over on my tummy. I had changed into a bathing suit and was sitting near the pool which wasn't filled with water yet, to try and get an early tan. Now I was going to be bored all day.

All of a sudden, I felt a small spark hit my right shoulder. "Ow!" I quickly got up and looked around. TL, one of the youngsters at this school, was giggling behind a tree. She was about 5 years old. The little kids here loved me just as much as I loved them. I ran up to her and started tickling her.

"What are you doing?" I asked, playfully. TL stands for Thunder and Lighting. When she grows up, with a lot of training, she would be able to control thunder storms better than the great Storm, herself. When TL is experiencing a great emotion, she can control the clap of thunder, though it is a bit quiet. And she can send small sparks of lightning that barely hurt at all. A few times she was able to conjure strong bolts, but no one was injured, luckily.

"Me and my friends are playing Mutant Tag. Do you want to play with us?" She asked with her cute little brown eyes glistening with delight. I ruffled up her curly, brown hair and said sure, as I tied my own dirty blonde hair into a pony tail.

She smiled and got up to run away. "Hey, TL?" I called.

"Yeah?" She asked.

"It's 'My friends and I.' Not, 'Me and my friends.'" I winked one of my blue eyes at her. She just stuck her tongue out at me ran off, yelling you're it at me.

I ran after her and the other little kids. None of them had any dangerous powers that could hurt anyone, but to be on the safe side I followed anyone who was it to make sure no one was injured. I loved all these little kids, but it pained me that most of their parents turned them away as well just because they were mutants. The youngest ones we have here are about 3, because that's when their mutant powers start to become more recognizable, and those poor little kids have no parents and no home besides the one they have here. It hurts me a lot that only about 4 of our school's parents except them for who they are. And those 4 are envied greatly because they have parents to love and who love them.

Those kids never get tired. After about three hours of only playing tag, Dark came up to me and announced that him and the rest of the Rugrats were hungry. Dark was also a 5 year old who could throw dark shadows anywhere he pleased. He could also make himself nothing but a shadow, so he would be very helpful at night in stealth mode. He actually makes himself a shadow at night and we would always look for him for hours. He'd usually only do it when he was throwing a tantrum.

I took the kids in and made them all PB&J's. While they all sat and ate, I went into the living room to find Logan sitting and watching TV. I grinned and tiptoed over and swiftly ran and sat on his lap.

"Oh!" He groaned and whined a little. "You're fat, get off!"

I gasped and just stood up and sat harder back down on him.

"Ah! The pain!" He planned revenge so he started tickling me and wouldn't let me escape.

"Logan! Stop fooling around, did you not here me telepathically call you?" It was Grandpa. I mean, Xavier. He rolled up in his pimpin wheelchair with a stern look on his face. It was pimpin because my girlfriends and I took it while he was sleeping one night, painted it in a bunch of hippie colors, put lots of stickers and key chains on it, and put a butt massager on his seat. When he saw it, he laughed so hard, we thought he was having a heart attack. But now he was being serious.

I stood up off of Logan's lap and looked at Grandpa. "Mist, please leave the room." He said with kind eyes.

I nodded and turned and walked out of the room. But I wanted to know what they were talking about. So I blanked my thoughts so Grandpa couldn't sense I was there, melted into my puddle form, and scooted over behind the sofa.

"Logan, I feel a new presence…of a mutant. But…I don't like it at all. It's as if this mutant is almost…unreal. I'm afraid to say that I might be fearful of this mutant. But he is drawing closer to this school in search for help. I have tried to locate him on Cerebro, but I could only get a mere shadow of him…Mist come out of there right this instant!" Grandpa caught me!

I slowly turned back into my human form and stood up slowly, feeling my face blush. "Heh…Hi, Professor! I was just…mopping the floors…with myself?"

"Katherine Rebecca Mist Decate, if you tell anyone what you just heard, I will make you cut Storm's maze all by yourself using a pair of scissors, do you understand me?" Grandpa's stern face was digging into my mind and I could feel a slight migraine coming on.

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry…" I said, ashamed of myself.

"I know you're curious, but you and the rest of the school will find out about this anyway, I just don't want anyone getting scared." Grandpa looked at me with a face that said it was time for me to go to the other side of the Mansion. I lowered my head and went back to the kitchen to find peanut butter, jelly, bread, and all sorts of beverages all over the place. You couldn't even see the plates anywhere under the mess. I sighed as I cleaned the bloody kitchen for the rest of the afternoon. Gosh, I love those kids.