Chapter Three: Lights! No Cameras! Action!
Me: Told you I'd post again soon!
Jet: You have way too much time on your hands if you're posting again already.
Me: I know I do. Oh, I think I'd better clarify something: I am not really a Jean fan. She doesn't annoy me as much as she annoys some people, but I don't like her that much. I only introduce her first because I figured she goes off to recruit people a lot. (No offense to Jean fans, but she is annoying.)
SHOUT OUT THINGY MABOBERS!
Disclaimer: If I owned X-men... Then Marvel wouldn't. And Marvel does. Therefore, I don't.
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Jean stared into the open room. It was filled almost to bursting with clouds of white balls, floating around aimlessly.
"Don't!" I said, as she reached out to touch one.
"Why not?" Jean asked. In reply, I motioned for her to get out of the way. Then, I walked across the hallway, opened the door to my sister's room, opened her window, and came back. I reached up, and touched a ball.
Shroom! It raced through the hall, and out through my sister's bedroom window, to form a hole in the dirt around the window well. (Like I said before, my room is in the basement.)
"Oh." Jean said. "Well, maybe we can get rid of all of them that way.
I shrugged. "Why not?" Jean touched another one.
"OW!"
"What?"
"It's hot! And it didn't move!"
"That's odd." I said, looking at a small burn on the older girl's hand. "I noticed they were a little warm."
"I guess it's because you made them." Jean said. So, for a while, she sat there, and I made balls fly out the window.
"Hey, let me try something." Jean said thoughtfully. She closed her eyes, and touched one of her temples.
Shroom! Shroom! Shroom! Three of the light balls seemed to launch themselves out the window.
"What's your power anyway?" I asked, looking at the holes in my sister's window-well that were beginning to take the shape of a many-petaled flower.
"Telekinesis. And mild telepathy."
And so, to a chorus of Shrooms, we began to empty out the glowing bedroom. I was actually having fun. After a while, I began to figure out how to aim, so all my light balls were going into the same hole. Finally, the room was empty. Well, except for the usual piles of clothes that cover my floor. But at least Jean could take off my sunglasses.
We walked upstairs. Apparently the debate was over, because Mom was crying, and Jacob and Sabrina were arguing about who would get my room while I was gone.
"You need to pack." Dad said, with a small sigh that proved he'd actually miss me. "You're going to New York."
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Jet: Finally!
Me: I thought it was kinda funny.
Jet: You find everything funny.
Me: Well, funny or not, please review!
Me: Told you I'd post again soon!
Jet: You have way too much time on your hands if you're posting again already.
Me: I know I do. Oh, I think I'd better clarify something: I am not really a Jean fan. She doesn't annoy me as much as she annoys some people, but I don't like her that much. I only introduce her first because I figured she goes off to recruit people a lot. (No offense to Jean fans, but she is annoying.)
SHOUT OUT THINGY MABOBERS!
Disclaimer: If I owned X-men... Then Marvel wouldn't. And Marvel does. Therefore, I don't.
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Jean stared into the open room. It was filled almost to bursting with clouds of white balls, floating around aimlessly.
"Don't!" I said, as she reached out to touch one.
"Why not?" Jean asked. In reply, I motioned for her to get out of the way. Then, I walked across the hallway, opened the door to my sister's room, opened her window, and came back. I reached up, and touched a ball.
Shroom! It raced through the hall, and out through my sister's bedroom window, to form a hole in the dirt around the window well. (Like I said before, my room is in the basement.)
"Oh." Jean said. "Well, maybe we can get rid of all of them that way.
I shrugged. "Why not?" Jean touched another one.
"OW!"
"What?"
"It's hot! And it didn't move!"
"That's odd." I said, looking at a small burn on the older girl's hand. "I noticed they were a little warm."
"I guess it's because you made them." Jean said. So, for a while, she sat there, and I made balls fly out the window.
"Hey, let me try something." Jean said thoughtfully. She closed her eyes, and touched one of her temples.
Shroom! Shroom! Shroom! Three of the light balls seemed to launch themselves out the window.
"What's your power anyway?" I asked, looking at the holes in my sister's window-well that were beginning to take the shape of a many-petaled flower.
"Telekinesis. And mild telepathy."
And so, to a chorus of Shrooms, we began to empty out the glowing bedroom. I was actually having fun. After a while, I began to figure out how to aim, so all my light balls were going into the same hole. Finally, the room was empty. Well, except for the usual piles of clothes that cover my floor. But at least Jean could take off my sunglasses.
We walked upstairs. Apparently the debate was over, because Mom was crying, and Jacob and Sabrina were arguing about who would get my room while I was gone.
"You need to pack." Dad said, with a small sigh that proved he'd actually miss me. "You're going to New York."
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Jet: Finally!
Me: I thought it was kinda funny.
Jet: You find everything funny.
Me: Well, funny or not, please review!