"I never thought de rain could be dis cold." Mumbled a shivering figure.One of John's lighter might come in handy right now, if only old buckethead hadnt stolen all of them...well a majority of them.

'Specially in New Orleans." Remy continued to mumble to himself, while pressing his drenched trench coat to his skin hoping for some magical warmth. If only this was a fiction book and not the cruel reality which he lived in. Gambit let out a sigh…he could really go for some warm homemade shrimp gumbo right now; tears began to brim in his eyes as he remembered family dinners. Gambit was brought back to reality when thunder shook the ground causing him almost to lose balance.

The Cajun ran out of his luck when Belle, or should I say her bodyguards "showed" Remy the way out. Two hours later, the hopeless Cajun sat on the branch of the old oak tree across from the towering mansion. While it was raining, oh no,not just any rain but freezing rain, freezing cold rain and strong wind to boot. "Just my luck."

Gambit wouldn't be surprised if some freak hurricane came and blew him away at that very moment.

'Now all I need is for either lighting to strike me down or better yet a stupid little kid to throw rocks at me.'

Cursing his failing luck…. a small figure dressed in blue rode by on his silver bike. Squinting at the curious figure with bold red eyes, he himself grinned widely; glad to know he had stashed some small rocks in his midnight blue hoddie pocket. Stopping only to throw rocks at the figure outlined in shadows, whose piercing eyes gave him away in the first place to a rather unkindly creature, well for a small 5th grader that is.

"Mutie freak! You deserve ta die! Burn in hell!"

Shaking his fist at Gambit, he lost balance and fell into a pile of mud. The little boy named Bobby Bakker, lay on the ground almost ready to burst into tears. His blonde hair streaked with mud and cold raindrops.

'Maybe the world does love me.' Remy thought with a hopeful look in his eyes.

"You don't wanna mess with me mon ami." Gambit shook his head at the pitiful sight of the boy covered in mud and let out a slight chuckle.

Black layers of cloth engulfed the girl. Darkness enflamed the room... Her pale skin looked rather pale (even for her)and brought an unnaturalglow to her appearance. Thesouthern "goth" girl laid on her bed, dressed in her long black corset dress that she bought for Halloween a few years previous. Arms wrapped around a soft white pillow, refusing to wake and greet the day. Then again that's why Xavier roomed the prone to depression goth with a cheery valley girl after all. (or atleast to rogues theory, which has yet to be proven) Rogue was in "official" mourning; grieving the loss of the "swamp rat" and the mess she put herself in with St. John. Life was cruel to her.

Kitty being well her usual happy cheery selftook the rather unpleasant and maybe even painful task upon herself. Mission:to bring Rogue out of her dark mood. Which would be slightly unnerving and maybe even time consuming, but she would do the impossible.

A wide grin plastered on her face, Kitty walked right into their room (through the walls mind you) and threw open the dark, heavy damask curtains revealing the rays of lightto theunusually dark room. Giggling she jumped on Rogue's bed poking her shoulder.

"Time to greet the day Rogue! It is such a BEAUTIFUL day out!" she squealed.

The only reactions on Rogues part were a few mumbled curses and throwing the pillow at her unusually, and unnatural happiness given off from her roommate and best friend.

Shocked Kitty only began to grow bored. She grabbed Rogue's wrist and began to drag her off the bed.

"We are like going to have SOOO much fun today Rogue! First were going shopping, THEN were getting are nails done. And last but not least-"

"KITTY! We are NOT doin' anything taday!" Rogue was beyond annoyed. She knew very well her friend was only to trying to make her feel better. But Rogue knew she needed time to think, to be alone. Something that was never valued at this place she had to notice only weeks after arriving.

Tears filling her sapphire blue eyes Kitty began to cry. Rogue rolled her eyes. The usual routine, Kitty would cry and wail, and then Rogue would break and do whatever Kitty wanted even if it meant dressing in pink. (And you heard right) But what could Rogue do? The crying and wailing was annoying, 10 times worse then Kitty's normal cheery self.

"OKAY STOP THAT! You won... were going to the mall..." Rogue muttered in defeat.