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"Rogue, are you absolutely sure you really want to leave. If there is a problem, we can work through it," the professor started for the fifty-third time.
"No thank you, Professor, I need to do this," she replied in a tired tone. She really was sick of having to assure him.
"Okay, are you sure you don't need anything? I can arrange accommodations or-"
"Drop it Chuck, she has got a handle on it," Logan interrupted, "Just let her be." God bless the Wolverine.
"Don't worry Professor, I have got some money saved up and I know where I am going," she stated.
"Okay Rogue, I trust you," the professor conceded finally, though still sounding concerned.
It was Monday morning around ten. The students were already at school that fit perfect into Rogue's plans of as little good-byes as possible. IT was true that Kurt and Kitty were found in her room around 6:30 begging her to reconsider or just to stay for a little while longer. However they couldn't keep that up for too long without being late for school and Rogue was eventually left to pack in peace. Now all she had to deal with were the adults. Storm, whom she never got extremely close to just, gave her best regards. The Professor was reluctant to let her go, but Wolverine backed her up. Rogue had known that he would. If anyone understood the need to just leave sometimes, it was Logan.
He walked her to the front door where a taxi awaited to take her to the train station.
"You got a plan kid?" he asked gruffly, faking indifference.
"Yep, I'm set." She replied confidently
"Okay, just let me know if you get into to trouble kid, won't cha," he asked, handing her a small piece of paper with a number on it. "It is my cell phone number, call anytime," he told her.
"Okay," she agreed, putting the paper in her pocket. They looked at each other for a moment and Wolverine moved as if he was going to hug her but seemed to think better of it. He patted her on the back and said, "You better get going before you miss your train."
She nodded and into the Taxi she went. It was funny that Wolverine had warned her that she was going to miss her train when he didn't even know which one she was taking. He hadn't asked, and presumably stopped the Professor from asking as well. That was a very good thing considering that she had no idea herself which train she was going on. In fact she had blatantly lied when she said she had a plan. The only thing she didn't lie about was having some money. She definitely had 'some' money, about 413 dollars. This was saved up from the Professors allowance. If there was one thing Rogue learned in her life, it was that having no life saved you a lot of money.
The taxi arrived at the station and Rogue got out, just standing and staring at the building, suitcase beside her. The driver gave her a strange look before leaving. Luckily the Professor had paid him for the trip already, so Rogue still had $413. How wonderful for her, 400 dollars and no idea what to do with it. Instead of going to buy a ticket when she went in, she sat strait down. It was time to create a plan. Actually that time was last night after her little announcement, but that didn't go so well. She had to come up with something; it wasn't like she could stop at Grandma's house for a little while. What kind of job could she get without even finishing high school? Even if she could get that far it wasn't like she had a place to live. Affording train fair and an apartment down payment? She wasn't going to hold her breath for that one.
A giant wall map could be found right in front of her seat. She just stared at it for a while, her eyes following all the little red lines spreading out across the country, showing where the trains could go. Another person suddenly entered the station bringing in cold air that seemed to wrap around Rogue. It probably would snow before Halloween. "No snow where she was from," she thought bitterly. With that memory, the proverbial light bulb lit up. She could go home. She immediately spotted Caldecott County on the map. It was in Southwest Mississippi, right on the Mississippi River. The closest station was Jackson, Mississippi. She had a plan. Immediately she rushed over to the ticket counter and got bought a one ticket to Jackson. She had to take a train to Chicago and then another one to Jackson and it cost a total of $196.00. The train left in 45 minutes.
Rogue sat back down in her seat and pulled out her book to read, now relieved. However she couldn't get past one page because concern was tugging at her mind. There was no way she could not worry about the situation. Irene had been working with her mother. Rogue couldn't just ignore that. Would Irene hate her now because she didn't get along with Mystique? Irene was never a bad person. As Rogue had said before, she was a good mom to her, but was that enough. So much had changed now. And going back to Caldecott County. That would be difficult. Who's to say that they wouldn't chase her out with pitchforks and torches? She put the star quarterback in a coma and ran off. By now they would know she was a mutant. IF large cities couldn't accept mutants, small southern towns held no chance. Maybe they wouldn't remember? It had been a couple of years… Who the hell was she kidding? It was a small southern town! Besides it was rather difficult to forget a gothic girl with white streaks in her hair. People tend to notice the freak wearing gloves when it is 96 degrees with 87 percent humidity. Suddenly another problem presented itself. Who was to say that Irene was still living there? Mystique's memories told her that they lived there only for Rogue and her powers. There was nothing else holding the blind woman there. Rogue could be heading strait into a dead end with half the money she started with. For a panicked moment, she considered trying to return the ticket for another plan. However Rogue had no other plan and nothing brilliant would come to her sitting in the plastic seat of a poorly heated train station. This was all she had and she had to go for it.
"Now boarding train 684, non-stop route to Chicago, Illinois," a voice over the intercom said pleasantly. Lost in thought, Rogue hadn't even noticed the passing of time. She grabbed her suitcase and headed out back to the platform to board. After presenting her ticket she chose a window seat and leaned her head against it. Rogue was asleep before the train started to move.
A/N
Yep, she is heading back down South.
Just to let you know, i have never been on a train before so I am sorry if my descriptions are a little in accurate. I also apologize for my grammer errors, I'm trying to get my friend to be a beta reader, but that isn't working out so well, lol.
As usual, thank you for reading.
Next Chapter: Rogue arrives.
