Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men Evolution. I only own Megan, or as she will be so fondly dubbed later by Logan, Voice Box.


-inside again-

"Study session, my eye. Any idiot with half a brain knows that they have Danger Room every day." I growled.

-the next day-

I looked at my schedule for the day. Science: Astronomy (AN: science rocks!), then Geography, after that was P.E, then activity period where it said Chorus on mine, lunch, Literature: Poetry, Japanese Language, and lastly Algebra.

I headed to classroom B5 (AN: just a random number, people!) and took a seat.

I was the first one there and took a seat in the back of the room. I took out a book and began to read.

I was wearing my favorite gray Baby-T that said "Fire May Be A Girl's Best Friend..." on the front with small flames around the word "Fire" and "...But I Still Like Ice Better." on the back with icicles dripping off the word "Ice." My book was Harry Potter #1. (AN: The shirt is not real and if by some weird coincidence it is, I don't own it.)

Good thing I like to get to school early on the first day. It took me forever to find the right hallway. It was just the hallway too. Found and opened my locker, no problem.

'I just hate—'

"Hey, look, guys, we've got a newbie!" a rough voice said, cutting off my train of thought.

"ReallywhoisitLance?"

"I think it's the girl who just moved into the old place by the Institute."

"As interesting as you all sound, could you kindly talk about somebody else?" I said without looking around. I could tell it was the Brotherhood. I didn't watch every episode of 'X-Men: Evolution' for nothing. I kept on reading. Then my book was snatched out of my hand. I tried to glare at the person who took it, but he was only a blur. I took a deep breath.

"Pleasenotethatthatparticularbookhasseenbetterdaysandcanonlytakesomuchspeed. Now, may I please have it back, I was at the best part of the chapter." I said. The blur passed the desk and my book fell into my hands again. I turned to my page and began to read.

"Dude, she talks as fast as you, Pietro!" Fred said. (AN: That hymned!)

"Howcanyoutalkasfastasme?" Pietro asked.

"I'vegotspeedtalkingmastered." I replied just as fast without stopping my reading.

"Youain'tanX-freak,areyou?"

"No,atleastnotlasttimeIchecked."

"You'llfitinjustfinewithus,girl."

"Thanks,Pietro,butIwanttomakeotherfriends,too."

"Yo, stop talking so fast, I can't follow, yo!" Toad cut in.

"Hey, like, isn't that the new girl?" Kitty's voice jumped in. I buried my nose in the book again and tuned out everything else around me so I didn't hear any reply.

SNAP.

I was jerked out of my thoughts when someone snapped their fingers. I jumped at the sound.

"Hey! Are you in zere?! I vanted to ask you a question!" a German accented voice cut through my thoughts.

"Hm, wha, wha, wha?! What?" I shook my head to clear my thoughts.

"I vanted to ask, vhat do you sink about mutants?" It was obviously Kurt. Who else had a German accent?

"Well, as long as they don't, like, try to blow my head off or something like that, I'm cool with them." I shrugged. Well, what was I supposed to say, that I was a dedicated mutant supporter?! True? In most ways. Right thing to say? No, no, definitely not.

"W/Vhat?!" was they reply from every mutant in the room. That was about six people, I think. That was when the bell rang and the rest of the class walked in. Ever heard the phrase 'Saved by the bell'?

I put my book away as the rest of the class took their seats. The teacher, Mrs.Geoe (gee-oh), stood up in the front of the room.

"Class, we have a new student. Would Megan Akumo please come up to the front?" she said. I groaned and complied. "I'm Megan Akumo. It's bad enough that it sounds like 'akuma' which means 'demon' in Japanese, so NOBODY calls me by my last name. I'm obsessed with space, computers, fantasy books, Ancient Egypt, and anime. The library is my home away from home and my interests include reading, swimming, and writing poetry." I stated. It was a guy who spoke up first.

"Can I get your number?" he asked. I rolled my eyes. Typical jock.

"Sorry, I'm taken." I answered sweetly. Hell, a little lie to keep jocks off my back is good enough for me. Then a preppy girl who looked all too much like Brittany Boice for my comfort raised her hand. And she asked that all-important question in this town.

"What do you think about mutants?"

'Gah, stupid preps. Let them all burn in hell.' I thought.

"Congratulations, you are the second person to ask me that. Like I said to the first person, as long as they don't try to blow my head off or something like that, I'm fine with them. And no, before you ask, I'm not, let me repeat, NOT a mutant."

"Girl, you are DEFINITLY in-crowd material." Another girl said. She looked like a 'Class-A' prep, like the leader of them all, and had a strange resemblance to Brittany Hart. I discretely sent her the 'I-hate-you-all' look. Then I sat back down.

That's when the bell rang. I gathered up my books and liked at my schedule. First is Science with Mr. Bidwell (AN: yes, he's real. He's the coolest science teacher ever) in room A6. That was right down the hall! I walked into the room and it was like I had walked into heaven. There were models of the sun and planets hanging from the ceiling, pictures of the planets on every wall, and the textbooks on the tables were called "Understanding Our Universe". In this class, the only thing that happened was that I got my book and had to introduce myself to the class.

After this class I went to Geography with Ms. Welcome. (AN: yep, she's real, too, awesome SS teacher) That class was the same as Astronomy. Introductions, book, lesson. Onto gym!

The gym uniform was ok. Not the best, but it was all soft and comfy. The gym teacher tested my speed (which was slightly above normal) and my strength (which was also slightly above normal). She looked at me strangely before I assured her that I wasn't a mutant. God, these people are paranoid!

Ok, the first classes were ok. Then it was Chorus.

Once again it was introductions, song books, and then the lesson. Ms. Wharton (AN: again, a real person and my favorite teacher!) then announced that there would be try-outs for the solo part in our last song.

'Yes,' I thought happily, 'Something I'm actually good at!' (AN: foreshadowing, anyone?) I immediately signed up. After checking to make sure my money was in my pocket, I headed to lunch. I entered the lunchroom to see a line at the bar.

'Great,' I thought, 'just what I need. A long line to shorten my eating time.' I grumbled something like 'Stupid lunch line' and 'stupid short lunch time' under my breath as I got in line. After a good five minutes, I was able to get my lunch. Looking around, I tried to find a seat. Faintly, I heard someone's voice.

"Hey, new girl, come here! Like, sit with us!" Vaguely, I matched that voice with Kitty's face. Glancing around, I tried to find her. Not that it was all that HARD to see a jumping pink dot, but still, it was a big room. I saw her at the far end, sitting with about three or so other people. I walked over.

"Hi. Nice to see a somewhat familiar face." I said. I looked at the people. Evan, Kurt, Kitty, Amara, and Bobby. Ok, this will take a little time...

"Oh, sorry. Guys, this is, like, the new girl next door." I shifted my tray to my left arm and gave a little wave with my right. Still balancing the tray, I started to turn and look for a seat. Kitty noticed and grabbed my arm.

"Like, come on, sit with us!" she said happily. The tray on my arm started to tilt.

"Eep!" Eyes wide, I tried to balance it again. I caught it with my other hand just before it would have fallen. I let out a sigh of relief and followed Kitty. I was just starting to eat when trouble came.

"Hey, new girl, do you have ANY idea who you're sitting with?" The Prep Squad had spotted me.

"Yeah, I'm sitting with some nice people who asked me to sit with them." I responded. Hell, this might forever put me on the 'Outcast' list, but if it got me some friends in the process, I'd do it.

"Ugh, THEY," the leader said, saying 'they' like it was something that needed to be thrown out, "are MUTANTS." She made a face, as if someone had just slapped a pile of shit into her hand. I blinked at her.

"And that's supposed to make me not nice to them... How?" I said. Ugh, I hate having to play the naïve girl around here!

"Besides, it might be only for today anyway. Who knows?"

"Ya know, you really shouldn't hang out with them." A guy in the Squad said, who I vaguely remembered as Tom (AN: real person!) from Chorus. He had tried to be teacher's pet and get everyone's pitch just right, even though his own was way off. (AN: this is so true, he even tried to correct ME and his time and pitch were both SO off, he practically killed our song. I had to try to sing louder to drown him out.)

"Oh, really?" I asked in a sweet tone. "Then who SHOULD I hang out with?"

"Us." He said, sounding smug. I smirked. Time for Burst the Bubble!

"Sorry, but the Prep Squad Mini isn't my style. Got any in Outcast Ankle-Length?" True to my words, I had worn a denim skirt to my ankles. All the girls were wearing identical pleated minis in different colors. They seemed to get the message.

"You ARE in-crowd material, but you cut the cloth the wrong way. A few seams here and there, though, and you could fix it." A girl, some other Megan, said. I shook my head.

"No, no, I think my pattern is just fine."

"Fine, but don't come crawling to us later when you get dumped by the freaks." Tom said.

"Oh, I don't intend to. I don't really like you people. Bye, now!" the Prep Squad left, fuming. Ignoring the group's strange looks, I went back to eating, and I had just enough time to suck down my milk and inhale my pizza and cookie before the bell rang to go back to classes.


Ok, sorry for the late update, I had a hard time getting around to it. So, plushie of Logan to anyone who can guess Meg's future mutant power. It probably won't show for at least two more chapters. Remember, she's only 14 about to be 15.

R&R, people!