Wow. 2 reviews within an hour of each other. OO That's the fastest I've ever got reviews.
Southern Gal 8: She's from the southern half of WV. Not the panhandle. The panhandle makes me hungry.
EvilWhiteRaven: Glad you thought that was funny. I always try to throw a bit of humor in.
Pyro Lady: Thanks for faving my story! I'll try and make the chapters a bit longer.
'Nough preludes. Here's the next chap!
Chapter 3
Strange Events
LUNCHTIME
Later, at lunchtime, the X-teens were all at their usual table when they heard a strident voice bellow.
"I CAN'T HAVE TOFU PIZZA YOU IDIOTS! I'M ALLERGIC TO SOY AND ALL OF IT'S BYPRODUCTS! TOFU IS A BYPRODUCT OF SOY!" A minute later Sylvia came towards their table muttering under her breath about idiotic cooks. She sat down at the table and dug into her black backpack decorated in red skulls and gothic crosses. Pulling out a couple of apples and oranges, she sat on the table and went over to the pop machine, coming back with a bottle of Sunkist. She sat back down and ate the fruit, gulping down the cool soda. Kurt, who was sitting across from her and surprisingly was full, slid his leftover burger and pudding over to her. A surprised look flickered across her face and then she gave him a warm, friendly smile. She finished the food off quickly and got up, gathering all thee trash from the table and dumping it in a trashcan. She grabbed her backpack and ran off just as the bell rang. Everyone rushed off to class.
GYM CLASS
Kurt was in gym class with Sylvia. She had put her hair up into a high ponytail and was a white middy top and skirt with tennishoes. This looked rather strange, as she still had all her make up on. She walked over to him and said,"Thank yah fahr tha food. Apples, ahranges, and pop are good but they don't last long."
He answered,"It vas nosing. Ze cooks are razer obstinate sometimes. Like dogs!" He pretended to bark and act like he didn't want to do something.
She smirked and said,"Ah guess yah could put it that way."
Just then the coach barked,"Hawthorn! Stop flirting and run 5 laps!"
She barked back,"Yes sahr! Ah wasn't flahrting, sahr!"
She ran off toward the track, leaving Kurt thinking,'She smiled. Twice. This is very strange. Maybe she's possessed. Or maybe Mesmero has her under mind control.' Then the coach barked at him, interrupting his thoughts. "Vaughner! Less daydreaming, more running!"
"Yes zir!" Kurt answered as he started running.
End of chap! Review or doom ninjas shall storm you!
Prof. X to Mags: Do you have a cellphone? We need to call Arkham.
Me: Shut up before I cage you! MWAHAHAHAHA!
Prof X to Mags: We really need to call Arkham. NOW.
Southern Gal 8: She's from the southern half of WV. Not the panhandle. The panhandle makes me hungry.
EvilWhiteRaven: Glad you thought that was funny. I always try to throw a bit of humor in.
Pyro Lady: Thanks for faving my story! I'll try and make the chapters a bit longer.
'Nough preludes. Here's the next chap!
Chapter 3
Strange Events
LUNCHTIME
Later, at lunchtime, the X-teens were all at their usual table when they heard a strident voice bellow.
"I CAN'T HAVE TOFU PIZZA YOU IDIOTS! I'M ALLERGIC TO SOY AND ALL OF IT'S BYPRODUCTS! TOFU IS A BYPRODUCT OF SOY!" A minute later Sylvia came towards their table muttering under her breath about idiotic cooks. She sat down at the table and dug into her black backpack decorated in red skulls and gothic crosses. Pulling out a couple of apples and oranges, she sat on the table and went over to the pop machine, coming back with a bottle of Sunkist. She sat back down and ate the fruit, gulping down the cool soda. Kurt, who was sitting across from her and surprisingly was full, slid his leftover burger and pudding over to her. A surprised look flickered across her face and then she gave him a warm, friendly smile. She finished the food off quickly and got up, gathering all thee trash from the table and dumping it in a trashcan. She grabbed her backpack and ran off just as the bell rang. Everyone rushed off to class.
GYM CLASS
Kurt was in gym class with Sylvia. She had put her hair up into a high ponytail and was a white middy top and skirt with tennishoes. This looked rather strange, as she still had all her make up on. She walked over to him and said,"Thank yah fahr tha food. Apples, ahranges, and pop are good but they don't last long."
He answered,"It vas nosing. Ze cooks are razer obstinate sometimes. Like dogs!" He pretended to bark and act like he didn't want to do something.
She smirked and said,"Ah guess yah could put it that way."
Just then the coach barked,"Hawthorn! Stop flirting and run 5 laps!"
She barked back,"Yes sahr! Ah wasn't flahrting, sahr!"
She ran off toward the track, leaving Kurt thinking,'She smiled. Twice. This is very strange. Maybe she's possessed. Or maybe Mesmero has her under mind control.' Then the coach barked at him, interrupting his thoughts. "Vaughner! Less daydreaming, more running!"
"Yes zir!" Kurt answered as he started running.
End of chap! Review or doom ninjas shall storm you!
Prof. X to Mags: Do you have a cellphone? We need to call Arkham.
Me: Shut up before I cage you! MWAHAHAHAHA!
Prof X to Mags: We really need to call Arkham. NOW.