Chapter Four: Departures
Jet: It's about time!
Me: Impatient?
Jet: Of course I am. As a muse, it is my duty to point out your every flaw.
Me: I thought you were supposed to inspire me!
Jet: Think again.
Me: I need to clarify something else: This story takes place right after 'The Beast of Bayville. So no one knows about mutants yet, and no one knows about the Acolytes yet. (Don't worry. I'm a Pyro fan, and a Remy fan, and a Romy fan, so they'll still show up. Just in a different way then in the TV show.) We don't even know that Kurt and Rouge are siblings yet. (Though they still will be.) Why? Simply because I like season two best. Anyway, on with the story!
SHOUT OUT THINGYS!
Agent-G: Oops. I was meaning to explain that last chapter, but I forgot. Oh well, I can fit it into this one.
Elf: Thanks!
Disclaimer: If I owned X-men... then I'd be rich.Unfortunately, I'm not. Oh, I don't own the Salt Lake City airport either. (And it does rain there all the time!)
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A few days later, I was standing in the Salt Lake City airport, saying good bye to my parents. I'd gotten to stay home for a few more days because I had to unregister at my school and all that.
My family was there too, all crowded around me. Mom was crying. Jacob... was being Jacob. Sabrina was telling me that I should convince Jacob to let her have my room. (I never realized my room was so desired!) Dad was giving me a lecture about being on my best behavior. I smiled, then tried to scratch my hands through the fabric of the gloves I was wearing. Apparently wearing gloves kept the light balls from forming, so I wouldn't have to worry about them all the time.
Finally, I saw a plane in the window, landing in the silvery rain and pulling forward to the thingy you walk through to board. (It's always raining when I'm at the airport. Seriously, every time I go on a plane, or pick up someone who was just on a plane, it's raining.) I gave a small gulp. I'd never been on an airplane alone before. That's when it really sunk in. I was going somewhere I'd never been before, where I didn't know anyone, and I'd be alone the whole way.
I hugged my family good bye, picked up my backpack, and boarded the plane.
* * *
Scott, Kurt, and Kitty stood at the Bayville airport. Scott was holding up a sign that said JENNIFER MORRIS in bold letters.
"Vere is she?" Kurt asked, looking around.
"Like, maybe her flight got delayed." Kitty said. Just then, a tall girl showed up on top of a nearby escalator. She had long, light brown hair, an infinite number of freckles, pale blue eyes, and a blue and white tie-dye shirt. The girl looked around for a second with a lost expression, then looked down, saw the sign, and smiled. She got onto an escalator, realized it was going up, and got onto the other escalator.
"Hi!" The girl, obviously Jennifer, said as she reached them.
"Like, welcome to Bayville!" Kitty said.
* * *
My welcoming committee consisted of three people: Kurt Wagner, Kitty Pryde, and Scott Summers. They seemed pretty nice. I went over to that spinning thing that the suitcases are on, and found mine. (Not very difficult, as mine was the only black one with rainbow colored stars painted all over it.) Then I dragged it out towards Scott's red convertible.
"So, vat is your power?" Kurt asked. He had a German accent.
"I'm not sure, but it has something to do with floating balls of white light."
Bamph! "I'm a teleporter." He said. Only he was sitting in a different part of the car now.
"Cool!"
After a while, during which I found out that Kitty could walk through walls, and Scott's eyes shoot laser thingys, (He seemed a little annoyed when I asked him if it hurt his eyes.) we arrived at 'the institute.' It was big. I mean, that building was a mansion! I'm not exaggerating. There were even balconies! How did a teacher make this much money? Unfortunately, I've never found out.
When I got inside the building, Jean and an African American woman with long white hair were standing on a huge stair case.
"My name is Ororo." The woman said. "I'll show you where your room is." Jean raised her hand, and levitated my suitcase so I could get it up the stairs.
* * *
I couldn't help but stare. My room was... big. And empty. No posters or anything. (Of course, that made sense. I was the one who was supposed to be putting posters in it.) It creeped me out somehow. Even when I travel, and stay in hotels or something, there's some sort of painting on the wall. The view was nice, but it would take a while for me to get comfortable. I dropped my suitcase on the ground.
"Do you want to meet everyone now, or unpack first?" Jean asked from behind me.
I thought about it for a moment, then replied, "I think I'll meet everyone."
I walked back down the stairs. Apparently, everyone was waiting for me outside. So, (a little nervously) I made my way out through the front door again. Around the corner, I could hear some people talking. So, I turned the corner.
Suddenly, a huge crowd of people came running towards me. Luckily, I was prepared for this. I mean, I have 87 cousins. Wait... never mind. I only have 86 because one of the ones I don't know got disowned or something. Anyway, when you see that many people at family reunions, then you get used to being surrounded by crowds pretty quickly.
In the tumultuous talking that followed, someone in the back with a southern accent said, "Give tha girl some space!" And, eventually, I had enough room to breath. Ororo, who somehow had managed to get by me, said,
"Everyone, this is Jennifer Morris. Now, please sit down in a circle, and we will all introduce ourselves.
Eventually, everyone obeyed. I was a little surprised to realize that most of the people were... all one boy. And disappearing quickly. (His name is/was Jamie Madrox) "Now, Jennifer, please say your name, where you are from, your power, and your age."
I couldn't help but give a small smile. Teachers always insist on doing that kind of 'getting to know you thing.' It actually annoys me most of the time, but I started anyway.
"My name is Jennifer Morris. I'm from Salt Lake City, Utah. I'm still trying to figure out what my power is, but I make these thingys." I then took off one of my gloves. My hand began to glow, and then a light ball thingy appeared, floating right above my palm. I put the glove back on, careful not to touch the ball. "I'm fourteen."
"Are you a polygamist?" Some boy across the circle from me asked. (I later found out that his name was Bobby Drake.)
I rolled my eyes. "No. Polygamy is illegal, and disgusting." As I spoke, the ball disappeared. "Wait a second!" I said, then took my glove back off. A ball came out of my hands. I rolled my eyes. It disappeared. "So that's how I get rid of them!" I said.
I probably could have sat there for a while, rolling my eyes and making balls of light, for a few hours. Luckily, everyone wanted to talk. So, I got introduced to everyone. I couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. I was living in a house with about sixteen strangers. Not to mention the teachers; I'd seen three already. But I didn't have much time to wallow in self pity.
"Hey! Anyone want pizza?" Someone called through the kitchen window. A huge stampede charged into the house. (Growing larger as it went, thanks to a certain twelve year old boy.) And I had to relax. There's something odd about pizza; over it, strangers can become friends.
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Me: Wow! Three pages! My new record!
Jet: That's a pitiful record.
Me: Fine then. I'll beat it next chapter.
Jet: Ri-ight.
Me: So, whadya think? Please review!
Jet: It's about time!
Me: Impatient?
Jet: Of course I am. As a muse, it is my duty to point out your every flaw.
Me: I thought you were supposed to inspire me!
Jet: Think again.
Me: I need to clarify something else: This story takes place right after 'The Beast of Bayville. So no one knows about mutants yet, and no one knows about the Acolytes yet. (Don't worry. I'm a Pyro fan, and a Remy fan, and a Romy fan, so they'll still show up. Just in a different way then in the TV show.) We don't even know that Kurt and Rouge are siblings yet. (Though they still will be.) Why? Simply because I like season two best. Anyway, on with the story!
SHOUT OUT THINGYS!
Agent-G: Oops. I was meaning to explain that last chapter, but I forgot. Oh well, I can fit it into this one.
Elf: Thanks!
Disclaimer: If I owned X-men... then I'd be rich.Unfortunately, I'm not. Oh, I don't own the Salt Lake City airport either. (And it does rain there all the time!)
()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()(
A few days later, I was standing in the Salt Lake City airport, saying good bye to my parents. I'd gotten to stay home for a few more days because I had to unregister at my school and all that.
My family was there too, all crowded around me. Mom was crying. Jacob... was being Jacob. Sabrina was telling me that I should convince Jacob to let her have my room. (I never realized my room was so desired!) Dad was giving me a lecture about being on my best behavior. I smiled, then tried to scratch my hands through the fabric of the gloves I was wearing. Apparently wearing gloves kept the light balls from forming, so I wouldn't have to worry about them all the time.
Finally, I saw a plane in the window, landing in the silvery rain and pulling forward to the thingy you walk through to board. (It's always raining when I'm at the airport. Seriously, every time I go on a plane, or pick up someone who was just on a plane, it's raining.) I gave a small gulp. I'd never been on an airplane alone before. That's when it really sunk in. I was going somewhere I'd never been before, where I didn't know anyone, and I'd be alone the whole way.
I hugged my family good bye, picked up my backpack, and boarded the plane.
* * *
Scott, Kurt, and Kitty stood at the Bayville airport. Scott was holding up a sign that said JENNIFER MORRIS in bold letters.
"Vere is she?" Kurt asked, looking around.
"Like, maybe her flight got delayed." Kitty said. Just then, a tall girl showed up on top of a nearby escalator. She had long, light brown hair, an infinite number of freckles, pale blue eyes, and a blue and white tie-dye shirt. The girl looked around for a second with a lost expression, then looked down, saw the sign, and smiled. She got onto an escalator, realized it was going up, and got onto the other escalator.
"Hi!" The girl, obviously Jennifer, said as she reached them.
"Like, welcome to Bayville!" Kitty said.
* * *
My welcoming committee consisted of three people: Kurt Wagner, Kitty Pryde, and Scott Summers. They seemed pretty nice. I went over to that spinning thing that the suitcases are on, and found mine. (Not very difficult, as mine was the only black one with rainbow colored stars painted all over it.) Then I dragged it out towards Scott's red convertible.
"So, vat is your power?" Kurt asked. He had a German accent.
"I'm not sure, but it has something to do with floating balls of white light."
Bamph! "I'm a teleporter." He said. Only he was sitting in a different part of the car now.
"Cool!"
After a while, during which I found out that Kitty could walk through walls, and Scott's eyes shoot laser thingys, (He seemed a little annoyed when I asked him if it hurt his eyes.) we arrived at 'the institute.' It was big. I mean, that building was a mansion! I'm not exaggerating. There were even balconies! How did a teacher make this much money? Unfortunately, I've never found out.
When I got inside the building, Jean and an African American woman with long white hair were standing on a huge stair case.
"My name is Ororo." The woman said. "I'll show you where your room is." Jean raised her hand, and levitated my suitcase so I could get it up the stairs.
* * *
I couldn't help but stare. My room was... big. And empty. No posters or anything. (Of course, that made sense. I was the one who was supposed to be putting posters in it.) It creeped me out somehow. Even when I travel, and stay in hotels or something, there's some sort of painting on the wall. The view was nice, but it would take a while for me to get comfortable. I dropped my suitcase on the ground.
"Do you want to meet everyone now, or unpack first?" Jean asked from behind me.
I thought about it for a moment, then replied, "I think I'll meet everyone."
I walked back down the stairs. Apparently, everyone was waiting for me outside. So, (a little nervously) I made my way out through the front door again. Around the corner, I could hear some people talking. So, I turned the corner.
Suddenly, a huge crowd of people came running towards me. Luckily, I was prepared for this. I mean, I have 87 cousins. Wait... never mind. I only have 86 because one of the ones I don't know got disowned or something. Anyway, when you see that many people at family reunions, then you get used to being surrounded by crowds pretty quickly.
In the tumultuous talking that followed, someone in the back with a southern accent said, "Give tha girl some space!" And, eventually, I had enough room to breath. Ororo, who somehow had managed to get by me, said,
"Everyone, this is Jennifer Morris. Now, please sit down in a circle, and we will all introduce ourselves.
Eventually, everyone obeyed. I was a little surprised to realize that most of the people were... all one boy. And disappearing quickly. (His name is/was Jamie Madrox) "Now, Jennifer, please say your name, where you are from, your power, and your age."
I couldn't help but give a small smile. Teachers always insist on doing that kind of 'getting to know you thing.' It actually annoys me most of the time, but I started anyway.
"My name is Jennifer Morris. I'm from Salt Lake City, Utah. I'm still trying to figure out what my power is, but I make these thingys." I then took off one of my gloves. My hand began to glow, and then a light ball thingy appeared, floating right above my palm. I put the glove back on, careful not to touch the ball. "I'm fourteen."
"Are you a polygamist?" Some boy across the circle from me asked. (I later found out that his name was Bobby Drake.)
I rolled my eyes. "No. Polygamy is illegal, and disgusting." As I spoke, the ball disappeared. "Wait a second!" I said, then took my glove back off. A ball came out of my hands. I rolled my eyes. It disappeared. "So that's how I get rid of them!" I said.
I probably could have sat there for a while, rolling my eyes and making balls of light, for a few hours. Luckily, everyone wanted to talk. So, I got introduced to everyone. I couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. I was living in a house with about sixteen strangers. Not to mention the teachers; I'd seen three already. But I didn't have much time to wallow in self pity.
"Hey! Anyone want pizza?" Someone called through the kitchen window. A huge stampede charged into the house. (Growing larger as it went, thanks to a certain twelve year old boy.) And I had to relax. There's something odd about pizza; over it, strangers can become friends.
)()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()
Me: Wow! Three pages! My new record!
Jet: That's a pitiful record.
Me: Fine then. I'll beat it next chapter.
Jet: Ri-ight.
Me: So, whadya think? Please review!