Chapter Two: Shedding Some Light on the Situation
Jet: That's the worst pun I've ever heard.
Me: Worse then my little brother's?
Jet: Then again, maybe it isn't the worst. But it's still really bad.
SHOUT-OUT Thingys!
Elf: I'm glad you're enjoying it.
Mithrowden: Thanks! I do like to write poetry, so I guess that's how it happened.
Agent-G: You might be surprised as to what the reactions are. Glad you're enjoying this.
Kurtforever: That's a great idea! In fact, that pairing idea gave me lots of inspiration. (But Jen and Roberto won't get together for a while.) Thanks!
Supergirlhv: Well, I guess it won't be too boring then, if only for the powers.
Dark Jaded Rose: Thanks! I'm glad you like this OC story so far.
Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men Evolution! I just own this story. I could try to buy it, but I have a feeling that eleven dollars and 73 cents, (and two smashed pennies!) will go very far.
"Hello Mr. Morris." The bald man in the wheelchair said. "I need to talk to you about your daughter. If you would be so kind as to let me in?"With a mystified expression, he nodded. The three people stepped/wheeled inside. I got off the staircase, and joined everyone in the living room.
"What has Jennifer done?" Dad asked, with raised eyebrows. "Did she knock down your mailbox too?" I gave a guilty gulp. I'm pretty good on at biking, but I'm clumsy, and if I start day dreaming I get clumsier. Though I've gotten really good at rebuilding mailboxes and re-planting trees. The tall, rough looking dude (who hadn't sat down yet) looked at me with a doubting expression.
"No. Let me explain. My name is Charles Xavier. This is Jean," the bald man indicated the redhed, "and Proffessor Logan. We come from 'Xavier's School for the gifted.' And, I have some interesting news. Your daughter is a mutant."
Dad just sat speechless. I wondered if he believed it. However, considering that my room is filled with glowing balls that accelerate and break stuff if I touch them, this wasn't too unbelievable.
"Okay. I can accept that. So, what on earth does that mean, why are you telling me, and does being a mutant have anything to do with balls of light that come out of my hand?" As if to punctuate my words, yet another ball of light floated from my hand to the cieling.
Dad fainted. He's never done that before.
"Oops."
Professor Logan sighed, then picked up my dad and layed him out on the sofa as if he was a little kid. I blinked.
"Maybe you should get the rest of your family. Once your father wakes up, I'll explain everything."
A few minutes later, my family sat down in the room. Dad was shaky, but okay. Jacob, my little brother, was trying to imitate Logan. (I decided the Professor part didn't fit him at all.)
"Jennifer is a mutant." Professor Xavier began again. "This means that she has certain gifts most humans do not have. Apparently it has something to do with these balls of light. I am a telepath, so I was able to locate her. Xavier's school for the gifted is a school for mutants where she will learn to control her powers. If you wish to let her go, it is in Bayville, New York."
Jean, the redhead girl, smiled at me. "You should like it a lot. There's lots of other students to make friends with."
After that came a really long boring discussion that I'm not going to relate. My dad thought I should go, especially after he heard about the 'stop sign incident.' Mom didn't want me to go. Jacob kept trying to get me to make more light balls, and Sabrina (my sister) just sat there and blinked. Logan scowled. Jean sat very still, and smiled. Professor Xavier talked. And I pretended to listen, trying to figure out how I was going to get the light balls down.
"Jean, would you please help Jennifer fix her room?" Proffessor Xavier asked. Apparently he really was a telepath. So, I led Jean down stairs to my room.
"What's wrong with your room?" She asked as we approached the door. In stead of answering, I opened the door.
Jet: You're stopping?
Me: Well, I know it's another cliff-hanger. But the room cleaning is a big event, and deserves it's own chapter. I'll just post the next chapter really soon.
Jet: How long is it going to take before this girl actually gets to the institute?
Me: Um, she'll get there in chapter four.
Jet: It usually doesn't take that long. Me: I'm unusual!
Jet: (muttering) Obviously...
Me: Anyway, please review! I promise to post chapter three very soon!
Jet: That's the worst pun I've ever heard.
Me: Worse then my little brother's?
Jet: Then again, maybe it isn't the worst. But it's still really bad.
SHOUT-OUT Thingys!
Elf: I'm glad you're enjoying it.
Mithrowden: Thanks! I do like to write poetry, so I guess that's how it happened.
Agent-G: You might be surprised as to what the reactions are. Glad you're enjoying this.
Kurtforever: That's a great idea! In fact, that pairing idea gave me lots of inspiration. (But Jen and Roberto won't get together for a while.) Thanks!
Supergirlhv: Well, I guess it won't be too boring then, if only for the powers.
Dark Jaded Rose: Thanks! I'm glad you like this OC story so far.
Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men Evolution! I just own this story. I could try to buy it, but I have a feeling that eleven dollars and 73 cents, (and two smashed pennies!) will go very far.
"Hello Mr. Morris." The bald man in the wheelchair said. "I need to talk to you about your daughter. If you would be so kind as to let me in?"With a mystified expression, he nodded. The three people stepped/wheeled inside. I got off the staircase, and joined everyone in the living room.
"What has Jennifer done?" Dad asked, with raised eyebrows. "Did she knock down your mailbox too?" I gave a guilty gulp. I'm pretty good on at biking, but I'm clumsy, and if I start day dreaming I get clumsier. Though I've gotten really good at rebuilding mailboxes and re-planting trees. The tall, rough looking dude (who hadn't sat down yet) looked at me with a doubting expression.
"No. Let me explain. My name is Charles Xavier. This is Jean," the bald man indicated the redhed, "and Proffessor Logan. We come from 'Xavier's School for the gifted.' And, I have some interesting news. Your daughter is a mutant."
Dad just sat speechless. I wondered if he believed it. However, considering that my room is filled with glowing balls that accelerate and break stuff if I touch them, this wasn't too unbelievable.
"Okay. I can accept that. So, what on earth does that mean, why are you telling me, and does being a mutant have anything to do with balls of light that come out of my hand?" As if to punctuate my words, yet another ball of light floated from my hand to the cieling.
Dad fainted. He's never done that before.
"Oops."
Professor Logan sighed, then picked up my dad and layed him out on the sofa as if he was a little kid. I blinked.
"Maybe you should get the rest of your family. Once your father wakes up, I'll explain everything."
A few minutes later, my family sat down in the room. Dad was shaky, but okay. Jacob, my little brother, was trying to imitate Logan. (I decided the Professor part didn't fit him at all.)
"Jennifer is a mutant." Professor Xavier began again. "This means that she has certain gifts most humans do not have. Apparently it has something to do with these balls of light. I am a telepath, so I was able to locate her. Xavier's school for the gifted is a school for mutants where she will learn to control her powers. If you wish to let her go, it is in Bayville, New York."
Jean, the redhead girl, smiled at me. "You should like it a lot. There's lots of other students to make friends with."
After that came a really long boring discussion that I'm not going to relate. My dad thought I should go, especially after he heard about the 'stop sign incident.' Mom didn't want me to go. Jacob kept trying to get me to make more light balls, and Sabrina (my sister) just sat there and blinked. Logan scowled. Jean sat very still, and smiled. Professor Xavier talked. And I pretended to listen, trying to figure out how I was going to get the light balls down.
"Jean, would you please help Jennifer fix her room?" Proffessor Xavier asked. Apparently he really was a telepath. So, I led Jean down stairs to my room.
"What's wrong with your room?" She asked as we approached the door. In stead of answering, I opened the door.
Jet: You're stopping?
Me: Well, I know it's another cliff-hanger. But the room cleaning is a big event, and deserves it's own chapter. I'll just post the next chapter really soon.
Jet: How long is it going to take before this girl actually gets to the institute?
Me: Um, she'll get there in chapter four.
Jet: It usually doesn't take that long. Me: I'm unusual!
Jet: (muttering) Obviously...
Me: Anyway, please review! I promise to post chapter three very soon!