Chapter Six: A Rude Awakening, And A New Life.
Me: Wow! Lot's of people reviewed! Thanks! Hope you enjoy this chapter! Oh, and sorry it's been so long. But I've been really busy lately. As in I have a piano recital, two orchestra concerts, a play, and five tests to worry about. But I should be back to my depressingly empty schedule again soon.
SHOUT-OUT'S
Snowfire the Kitsune: Thanks for the mischief, it will be put to good use.
Agent-G: Well, I plan on having her fight the BoM very soon. Possibly this chapter, but I haven't typed that far yet.
Elf: Jet isn't too insulted, but only because I found out that she can be bribed with yogurt. (The vet never said rabbits couldn't eat it, but just in case don't feed yogurt to any rabbits you might get at some point in your lifetime without checking first. Just so no one sues me for sick rabbits.) Thanks for the kudos!
Dark Jaded Rose: It's okay. Glad that you are enjoying this!
Elf: Well, you didn't lose your froot loops.
malciah: You should have gotten a review by now, but I'll put my opinions right here anyway. You're story is a little creepy, but pretty cool. It will be interesting to see what is still to come.
X00001: Interesting pen-name! Anyway, glad you like it!
WerewolfLass: Thanks! There will be plenty of Rahne. No as much Ray, but he'll show up every once in a while.
Elven Mischief: Glad you do! ^-^ to you too!
paprika90: Thanks!
Persona: I'll let Jet answer that question. J
et: Yes, I will! I burn everything! Ha-ha-ha! *burns my socks.*
Me: Yes, yogurt definitely does make Jet hyper. And it seems to be a bad thing. Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN X-MEN EVOLUTION! I don't own Toucan Sam either, and I own a box a froot loops, not the company. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
5:00 AM. A slight breeze ruffled the tufted grass, whispering stories to the sky and carrying the faintest trace of sea salt, as silver clouds crossed the heavens, marked by a single rip which showed the jewel-like shimmering of three stars, the last to fade. The silvery moon hung in the air, her expressionless face watching the earth below. In the distance, an eerie greenish tinge filled the eastern horizon, and someone's sprinklers turned on. It was a quiet moment, untouched by human noise. For a while.
* * *
"AH!" I was screaming, but I doubt anyone heard me. Way too early in the morning for anyone but me. Well actually, I was surprised I hadn't woken up earlier. Jet lag probably. But that wasn't my problem. You see, I'd woken up to find a ceiling three inches away from my face. That is not a common occurrence. So I looked down. And I was floating. Once again, not a common occurrence. So, I screamed. Partly from surprise, and partly because I hate heights.
"This is not good." I muttered to myself, trying to calm down. "Let's see. If I start to fall, I can grab the ceiling fan, and either lower myself down or wait for help to wake up. But as I'm not falling, that does me zero good right now. Hm. Let's see, in science class last year there was all that stuff about physics. Newton said that every action has an equal an opposite reaction. The man's supposed to be a genius, let's see if he's right."
So, I summed up all my strength, and pushed against the ceiling. And I moved down. By two inches. "Okay, so I'm obviously not going to get down that way, unless I suddenly become 2057 times stronger."
I looked around the room, trying to find something helpful. As I found nothing, I took off my gloves again, and watched the light balls begin to appear. "You know," I said, talking to myself again, "I need a better name then 'balls of light.' For now I'll call them... Estrellitas! Little stars!" Smiling at my own brilliance (or lack thereof) I failed to notice that my altitude was decreasing.
Wumph!
I blinked, slightly winded. I'd landed on my bed somehow, but I was still in a bit of pain. However, as far as I knew, no one else was awake yet. So, I rolled my eyes, put my gloves back on, and decided to try and figure out what on earth (or off it) had just happened over an early breakfast.
Only, fate was against me on that. You see, I was a little... lost? So, I began to wander the Institute hallways at random, looking for the kitchen. Or a door leading outside, so I could find the kitchen window and get my bearings. It just so happens that I found the latter first. So I walked outside just in time to get a spectacular view of the sunrise. Okay, call me weak. But seeing the sunrise made me very homesick. You see, on the horizon I could see what were probably sky-scrapers, and apparently there was a forest very nearby. And I do like forests a lot. But... there were no mountains. Zero! ¡Nada! Flat horizon! I've lived in Salt Lake Valley for most of my life, and I knew those mountains. Back home, the mountains were the spectacular view that converted me to morning-personism, my compass, a topic for speech, photography practice, hiking grounds... I missed the Wasatch range. But, mountains or not, I was stuck in Bayville now. So I'd better make the best of it.
Anyway, as I admired the view, I began to walk around the building for a better vantage point. Not paying attention to where I was going, because I zone out a lot. Just my luck to bump into the only other morning person in the mansion. Well, trip over is more like.
"Sorry!" I said, getting up and offering a hand to help up the boy I'd knocked down. The boy (I couldn't remember his name) pulled himself up, and walked away without a word, apparently with a hurt ego by his strut. He looked Hispanic, or maybe Brazilian. (I can't tell them apart except by accent, and the kid wasn't talking.) That boy... oh yeah! Roberto, or something like that. Anyway, he was actually kinda cute. But I was too annoyed at him being all proud. It drives me nuts when people are too arrogant to get some help when they need it. (Unless I'm doing that. But I still get annoyed, just at myself. Is it unusual to get mad at yourself for refusing someone's help while you're in the process of refusing?) So, I began storming off in the opposite direction.
Only, after a few moments I realized that I'd passed the kitchen window. So I had to go back, find the kitchen window, find the closest door, and find my way to the kitchen, all the while wondering if it wouldn't be a good idea to make maps of the place and hang them all over. You know, the 'You are here' signs?
Anyway, as I finally found my way to the kitchen, I was faced with a new dilemma: Where on earth was the food supposed to be? After a search, I found a box of froot loops hidden clumsily underneath some silverware. (And I thought I was disorganized.)
So, I sat down at the table with some froot loops, a bowl, and a carton of milk. (Embarrassingly, I was entranced by the carton. I'd only gotten milk in the plastic jugs before, except for school milk. Which I refused to drink because it tasted bad. But I wouldn't get the school orange juice either, because I once found a spider in my juice carton. My unopened juice carton. So, basically, I hadn't used a milk carton for a whole year.) I got comfy, said the blessing on the food, and was just about to begin a nice breakfast.
CRASH!
I jumped three feet in the air, then ran towards the noise. Jamie (the kid who xeroxes himself) had fallen down the stairs. He seemed okay... or many of him did. "Which one is the original?" I asked, hoping he hadn't gotten hurt. He looks like my little brother, so I suddenly felt responsible for him. (Only, he was three inches shorter, and four years older. But still, the resemblance was there.) "Me!" One of them said. But I couldn't figure out which. After a few minutes, I just convinced the duplicates that when they found Jamie, they'd make sure he was okay. After all, falling down stair cases hurts. (I've done it once or twice. Okay, seventeen times then.)
So, I went back to the table, and began to pour the froot loops. And... two froot loops came out. They were both blue, and very sugary. But not exactly filling. So, I searched the cupboards again. No cereal.
By this time, a few people were waking up and coming into the kitchen. Kurt, the German boy, was the first one. I didn't recognize him at first though. You see... he was blue. (Coincidentally, the same color as my froot loops.) And he had a tail. Luckily, I was too annoyed about breakfast to do anything that might have been construed as unkind. To my surprise, he began to pull cereal boxes out of the fridge.
"Why is the cereal in there?" I asked, blinking.
"I have asked, but no one vill answer." He finally found some Lucky Charms [1] and began to eat.
"Any Froot loops?" I asked hopefully, looking at the boxes Kurt had removed. "Try the silverware drawer."
"The box is empty." Kurt ignored my last statement, as he was now completely engrossed in his breakfast. So, I gave up and made myself five slices of toast. At least nothing messed that up.
* * *
Two hours later I was sitting in Scott's car, preparing myself for my first day at Bayville High. I was a little confused. Apparently I was going to tenth grade because of some spelling error or something that made it so I wasn't going to ninth. Which confused me, but I'm a fast learner. So hopefully I'd adapt pretty quick. And when you're six feet tall, people believe you if you pretend to be older then you are. (It's kind of funny. Once I convinced someone that I was Mrs. Morris. (My mom.) Which is a little freaky, because I don't think I look thirty seven. People are way to gullible.)
Still, I was a little nervous. In Utah, ninth grade is in middle school rather than high school. So I was in a new school, new house, new grade, and a different type of school. In fact, you could cross out nervous and insert terrified.
When we finally got to the school, I took a deep breath and followed Jubilee to the office to get my schedule. I had to wait a few seconds for the lady in the office to find it, so I looked made faces in a mirror that was on the wall for some reason when she wasn't looking. Then I stopped, and looked at my clothes. I couldn't help but give a small grin. Navy blue pants, navy blue gloves with the fingers cut out. Rainbow tye-die t-shirt, and neon yellow shoes. One green sock, and one red sock. When Kitty had seen me that morning, she looked like she wanted to strangle me for breaking every single fashion law in existence.
After a while, I got my schedule. "Lets see. English, Social Studies, Math, Biology, yadah yadah. All that stuff. Ah, yes! Guitar[2]!"
So off I went to my various classes. I had no trouble finding my way around whatsoever. (Okay, so I got lost five times, didn't use my locker because I couldn't find it, and had to ask seventeen people for dictions. I even walked into the wrong classroom twice. But that's not much trouble, is it?)
Nothing really eventful happened until Guitar though. As the class started warming up, the girl next to me whispered,
"Nice shoes."
"Thanks." I said, looking her over. She was about a foot shorter then me, with Red-Brown hair drawn up in a ponytail. She was dressed a little like Jean, which I found just a little bit funny. "So, what's your name?" I asked, wondering if this was a potential friend.
"Sydney."
"Jen."
"Er-erm." We looked up. Apparently warm-ups were over, and the teacher was looking at us sternly. "And now that you two are so kind to join us, would you all begin your D Minor Scales?" She said, with a knife-like voice.
Well, worse days have happened. And somehow, this day had taught me something.
Bayville might not be such a bad place after all. 0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0OO0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0
[1] I don't own Lucky Charms either.
[2] I don't play guitar, but if anyone does, could you tell me whether or not you can play guitar while wearing gloves? You can play violin like that, but they can't cover your fingers.
Jet: You're making a human OC?
Me: Sure. Why not?
Jet: She's too boring. And she looks like Jean.
Me: Before this fic is over, she'll look like Rouge for a while. Oh, wait, I shouldn't have revealed that. *duct tapes mouth to keep from saying more, then realizes that she was typing, not talking. Is now trying to remove duck tape*
Jet: If I'm really the one who's inspiring all this, I'm doing a poor job as a muse.
REVIEW PLEASE! ^_^
Me: Wow! Lot's of people reviewed! Thanks! Hope you enjoy this chapter! Oh, and sorry it's been so long. But I've been really busy lately. As in I have a piano recital, two orchestra concerts, a play, and five tests to worry about. But I should be back to my depressingly empty schedule again soon.
SHOUT-OUT'S
Snowfire the Kitsune: Thanks for the mischief, it will be put to good use.
Agent-G: Well, I plan on having her fight the BoM very soon. Possibly this chapter, but I haven't typed that far yet.
Elf: Jet isn't too insulted, but only because I found out that she can be bribed with yogurt. (The vet never said rabbits couldn't eat it, but just in case don't feed yogurt to any rabbits you might get at some point in your lifetime without checking first. Just so no one sues me for sick rabbits.) Thanks for the kudos!
Dark Jaded Rose: It's okay. Glad that you are enjoying this!
Elf: Well, you didn't lose your froot loops.
malciah: You should have gotten a review by now, but I'll put my opinions right here anyway. You're story is a little creepy, but pretty cool. It will be interesting to see what is still to come.
X00001: Interesting pen-name! Anyway, glad you like it!
WerewolfLass: Thanks! There will be plenty of Rahne. No as much Ray, but he'll show up every once in a while.
Elven Mischief: Glad you do! ^-^ to you too!
paprika90: Thanks!
Persona: I'll let Jet answer that question. J
et: Yes, I will! I burn everything! Ha-ha-ha! *burns my socks.*
Me: Yes, yogurt definitely does make Jet hyper. And it seems to be a bad thing. Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN X-MEN EVOLUTION! I don't own Toucan Sam either, and I own a box a froot loops, not the company. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
5:00 AM. A slight breeze ruffled the tufted grass, whispering stories to the sky and carrying the faintest trace of sea salt, as silver clouds crossed the heavens, marked by a single rip which showed the jewel-like shimmering of three stars, the last to fade. The silvery moon hung in the air, her expressionless face watching the earth below. In the distance, an eerie greenish tinge filled the eastern horizon, and someone's sprinklers turned on. It was a quiet moment, untouched by human noise. For a while.
* * *
"AH!" I was screaming, but I doubt anyone heard me. Way too early in the morning for anyone but me. Well actually, I was surprised I hadn't woken up earlier. Jet lag probably. But that wasn't my problem. You see, I'd woken up to find a ceiling three inches away from my face. That is not a common occurrence. So I looked down. And I was floating. Once again, not a common occurrence. So, I screamed. Partly from surprise, and partly because I hate heights.
"This is not good." I muttered to myself, trying to calm down. "Let's see. If I start to fall, I can grab the ceiling fan, and either lower myself down or wait for help to wake up. But as I'm not falling, that does me zero good right now. Hm. Let's see, in science class last year there was all that stuff about physics. Newton said that every action has an equal an opposite reaction. The man's supposed to be a genius, let's see if he's right."
So, I summed up all my strength, and pushed against the ceiling. And I moved down. By two inches. "Okay, so I'm obviously not going to get down that way, unless I suddenly become 2057 times stronger."
I looked around the room, trying to find something helpful. As I found nothing, I took off my gloves again, and watched the light balls begin to appear. "You know," I said, talking to myself again, "I need a better name then 'balls of light.' For now I'll call them... Estrellitas! Little stars!" Smiling at my own brilliance (or lack thereof) I failed to notice that my altitude was decreasing.
Wumph!
I blinked, slightly winded. I'd landed on my bed somehow, but I was still in a bit of pain. However, as far as I knew, no one else was awake yet. So, I rolled my eyes, put my gloves back on, and decided to try and figure out what on earth (or off it) had just happened over an early breakfast.
Only, fate was against me on that. You see, I was a little... lost? So, I began to wander the Institute hallways at random, looking for the kitchen. Or a door leading outside, so I could find the kitchen window and get my bearings. It just so happens that I found the latter first. So I walked outside just in time to get a spectacular view of the sunrise. Okay, call me weak. But seeing the sunrise made me very homesick. You see, on the horizon I could see what were probably sky-scrapers, and apparently there was a forest very nearby. And I do like forests a lot. But... there were no mountains. Zero! ¡Nada! Flat horizon! I've lived in Salt Lake Valley for most of my life, and I knew those mountains. Back home, the mountains were the spectacular view that converted me to morning-personism, my compass, a topic for speech, photography practice, hiking grounds... I missed the Wasatch range. But, mountains or not, I was stuck in Bayville now. So I'd better make the best of it.
Anyway, as I admired the view, I began to walk around the building for a better vantage point. Not paying attention to where I was going, because I zone out a lot. Just my luck to bump into the only other morning person in the mansion. Well, trip over is more like.
"Sorry!" I said, getting up and offering a hand to help up the boy I'd knocked down. The boy (I couldn't remember his name) pulled himself up, and walked away without a word, apparently with a hurt ego by his strut. He looked Hispanic, or maybe Brazilian. (I can't tell them apart except by accent, and the kid wasn't talking.) That boy... oh yeah! Roberto, or something like that. Anyway, he was actually kinda cute. But I was too annoyed at him being all proud. It drives me nuts when people are too arrogant to get some help when they need it. (Unless I'm doing that. But I still get annoyed, just at myself. Is it unusual to get mad at yourself for refusing someone's help while you're in the process of refusing?) So, I began storming off in the opposite direction.
Only, after a few moments I realized that I'd passed the kitchen window. So I had to go back, find the kitchen window, find the closest door, and find my way to the kitchen, all the while wondering if it wouldn't be a good idea to make maps of the place and hang them all over. You know, the 'You are here' signs?
Anyway, as I finally found my way to the kitchen, I was faced with a new dilemma: Where on earth was the food supposed to be? After a search, I found a box of froot loops hidden clumsily underneath some silverware. (And I thought I was disorganized.)
So, I sat down at the table with some froot loops, a bowl, and a carton of milk. (Embarrassingly, I was entranced by the carton. I'd only gotten milk in the plastic jugs before, except for school milk. Which I refused to drink because it tasted bad. But I wouldn't get the school orange juice either, because I once found a spider in my juice carton. My unopened juice carton. So, basically, I hadn't used a milk carton for a whole year.) I got comfy, said the blessing on the food, and was just about to begin a nice breakfast.
CRASH!
I jumped three feet in the air, then ran towards the noise. Jamie (the kid who xeroxes himself) had fallen down the stairs. He seemed okay... or many of him did. "Which one is the original?" I asked, hoping he hadn't gotten hurt. He looks like my little brother, so I suddenly felt responsible for him. (Only, he was three inches shorter, and four years older. But still, the resemblance was there.) "Me!" One of them said. But I couldn't figure out which. After a few minutes, I just convinced the duplicates that when they found Jamie, they'd make sure he was okay. After all, falling down stair cases hurts. (I've done it once or twice. Okay, seventeen times then.)
So, I went back to the table, and began to pour the froot loops. And... two froot loops came out. They were both blue, and very sugary. But not exactly filling. So, I searched the cupboards again. No cereal.
By this time, a few people were waking up and coming into the kitchen. Kurt, the German boy, was the first one. I didn't recognize him at first though. You see... he was blue. (Coincidentally, the same color as my froot loops.) And he had a tail. Luckily, I was too annoyed about breakfast to do anything that might have been construed as unkind. To my surprise, he began to pull cereal boxes out of the fridge.
"Why is the cereal in there?" I asked, blinking.
"I have asked, but no one vill answer." He finally found some Lucky Charms [1] and began to eat.
"Any Froot loops?" I asked hopefully, looking at the boxes Kurt had removed. "Try the silverware drawer."
"The box is empty." Kurt ignored my last statement, as he was now completely engrossed in his breakfast. So, I gave up and made myself five slices of toast. At least nothing messed that up.
* * *
Two hours later I was sitting in Scott's car, preparing myself for my first day at Bayville High. I was a little confused. Apparently I was going to tenth grade because of some spelling error or something that made it so I wasn't going to ninth. Which confused me, but I'm a fast learner. So hopefully I'd adapt pretty quick. And when you're six feet tall, people believe you if you pretend to be older then you are. (It's kind of funny. Once I convinced someone that I was Mrs. Morris. (My mom.) Which is a little freaky, because I don't think I look thirty seven. People are way to gullible.)
Still, I was a little nervous. In Utah, ninth grade is in middle school rather than high school. So I was in a new school, new house, new grade, and a different type of school. In fact, you could cross out nervous and insert terrified.
When we finally got to the school, I took a deep breath and followed Jubilee to the office to get my schedule. I had to wait a few seconds for the lady in the office to find it, so I looked made faces in a mirror that was on the wall for some reason when she wasn't looking. Then I stopped, and looked at my clothes. I couldn't help but give a small grin. Navy blue pants, navy blue gloves with the fingers cut out. Rainbow tye-die t-shirt, and neon yellow shoes. One green sock, and one red sock. When Kitty had seen me that morning, she looked like she wanted to strangle me for breaking every single fashion law in existence.
After a while, I got my schedule. "Lets see. English, Social Studies, Math, Biology, yadah yadah. All that stuff. Ah, yes! Guitar[2]!"
So off I went to my various classes. I had no trouble finding my way around whatsoever. (Okay, so I got lost five times, didn't use my locker because I couldn't find it, and had to ask seventeen people for dictions. I even walked into the wrong classroom twice. But that's not much trouble, is it?)
Nothing really eventful happened until Guitar though. As the class started warming up, the girl next to me whispered,
"Nice shoes."
"Thanks." I said, looking her over. She was about a foot shorter then me, with Red-Brown hair drawn up in a ponytail. She was dressed a little like Jean, which I found just a little bit funny. "So, what's your name?" I asked, wondering if this was a potential friend.
"Sydney."
"Jen."
"Er-erm." We looked up. Apparently warm-ups were over, and the teacher was looking at us sternly. "And now that you two are so kind to join us, would you all begin your D Minor Scales?" She said, with a knife-like voice.
Well, worse days have happened. And somehow, this day had taught me something.
Bayville might not be such a bad place after all. 0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0OO0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0
[1] I don't own Lucky Charms either.
[2] I don't play guitar, but if anyone does, could you tell me whether or not you can play guitar while wearing gloves? You can play violin like that, but they can't cover your fingers.
Jet: You're making a human OC?
Me: Sure. Why not?
Jet: She's too boring. And she looks like Jean.
Me: Before this fic is over, she'll look like Rouge for a while. Oh, wait, I shouldn't have revealed that. *duct tapes mouth to keep from saying more, then realizes that she was typing, not talking. Is now trying to remove duck tape*
Jet: If I'm really the one who's inspiring all this, I'm doing a poor job as a muse.
REVIEW PLEASE! ^_^