Thanks so much to everyone who reviewed. If you didn't review, it is because you hate me or the fact that I flamed your precious 'Lt. Commander Richie'. Big whoop, the comedy is all rip-offs anyway.
I sat in the white room for about an hour, clicking my fingers together. Finally, stripsey, who had introduced himself quite courteously to me as Lash, along with an explanation as to why he was retaking senior year, spoke up.
"The detention room negates your powers." Said Lash, and I pulled a very large, very heavy looking hardback copy of 'To kill a Mockingbird' out of my backpack.
"I'm going to hit you upside the head with this book if you don't tell me why you think I have powers." I threatened, and Lash shrugged.
"You're here, aren't you?" Said Lash. I grinned my evil grin and steepled my fingers. Lash shot me a look out of the corner of his eye that broadcasted 'You're crazy!'.
"Yes, and you look pretty sensible, for a guy that spent every year since sophomore giving people swirlies; Which I may add, you will not do to me under penalty of a lawsuit." I said, just as the pneumatic door in front of us opened, revealing the Principal.
"Lash and Wes are free to go. However, I have to have a talk with miss..." Said the principal. Lash got up and left, and Wes bolted out of there, then bolted right back in because Bozo was still on the desk next to me. I, being one to know when I was in trouble, hung my head and supplied my last name.
"Turner." I mumbled out. The door behind the Principal hissed shut, and the Principal was now the only person in here besides me.
"You're joking." Said the Principal. I shook my head, and the Principal gave me a wide-eyed look. "You're rea-really her daughter?" The Principal asked. I had just hung my head the whole time, formulating a plan as to how to get out and off this school, but the plan involved ice skates, something I didn't have.
"Who are we talking about, now?" I asked, playing dumb to get the Principal to leave me alone.
"Cute." Said the principal, and she opened the door. "You may go, since you apparently don't know who your parents are."
"Thanks." I said, getting up and high-tailing it outta there. It was fun to run through all the halls, looking for the cafeteria. I skidded to a halt as I passed the doors, skidding several feet before running in. Hey! My shoes are slippery, ok! I looked around and saw Lash in the corner with a piece of literature that I knew couldn't be his. One, because it was Count Leo Tolstoy's War and Peace, and two, Warren was lit up in flame all along his arms and advancing towards Lash.
"Hey you two, break it up." I said, running and getting between them.
"Oh come on. After that little conversation in the detention room, I wouldn't be surprised if you liked me!" Said Lash. My head whipped around.
"Go to hell Lash, I don't like you." I said, and Lash made a kissy face at me! I turned, walked up to him, pulled off one of my spiked arm socks, and hit him across the face with it. Then I brought up one knee as hard as I could, catching him in the nards and making him fall to the ground whimpering in pain. I grabbed War and Peace off the ground and walked over to Warren.
"This is yours." I said, pushing it onto his chest and walking past him.
I was sitting with A lunch that didn't look too appetizing, at a table that everyone seemed to avoid. I figured somebody must have died there or something. I felt someone staring at the back of my head with the intensity of someone about to kill someone else, so I craned my neck back to see Warren.
"Hey War, enjoying your long, boring and tedious Russian book?" I asked, and he scowled.
"You're at my table." Warren growled out. I smiled a smile I hoped looked nice, and tried to talk sweetly between clenched teeth.
"War, buddy, pal, AMIGO. Your name isn't on the table. Go scare some freshies into giving up their table, since you're the big, bad sophomore with the evil demeanor. Hell, you could probably even match that Baron Battle guy that Mash was talking about. Looked like one hell of a wus-" I was cut off as Warren grabbed the front of my shirt and hauled me up to eye level with him, which was about an inch.
"Don't compare me to my father, you sorry little plastic." Warren growled. I promptly raised one fist and hit him with a right hook.
"One, I didn't think the wusses were all related. Two, don't touch me, 12 years of intensive training in ballet, kickboxing and taequando. Three, I'm NOT a plastic!" I said, before Warren took a swing at me. I blocked, grabbed his clenched fist, and twisted. He swung his other fist, hitting me in the stomach none too lightly. I collapsed to the ground, holding my stomach.
"You certainly take a hit like a plastic." Said Warren, wiping a small trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth with his glove. I grinned, and got up.
"And when you did the glare and wiped off the blood, you looked like Harrison Ford as Indiana Jones. Now cut the wuss punches and cut to the crap. I only have the rest of lunch." I said, using my middle finger to make the 'come on' motion. Warren charged at me, yelling like a Neanderthal with both fists up in flames. I sidestepped and he ran right past me, into a ceiling support beam, and I hit him on the back of the neck with one side of my flat hand. Just like the move was supposed to do, Warren crumpled to the ground, out for the count. I hacked up a lugi and spat it on him, most of it comprised of blood from the none too light punch he had given me. A bunch of the kids around me were staring in awe, like I had just exorcized Satan or something.
"What?" I asked, before picking up my bag and walking out of the cafeteria without my lunch.
By the end of the day I had signed three textbook covers, three more than needed. Hell, I didn't even know what I was signing them FOR! Warren had been in the nurse's office since lunch, and I had a feeling that the reason the soundtrack for 'DOOM 3' was playing in my head was a bad one. Lash had tried to pin me against a wall several times, meeting a swift kick in the nuts each time. God men are dense. So, here I was, now standing on the curb four blocks down from my house, in the forest, watching the bus roll away. Up the road about a mile was a huge mansion that belonged to a Charles Xavier. Helluvah weird name. So, I started walking, waving goodbye to the girl in all black leather that had introduced herself as Terry, and then bared Vampire fangs at me. I walked for a while, kicking a pinecone along. I heard growling, and turned around. My next door neighbor, Mr. Howlett, was growling and glaring at me from his spot in the woods where he was apparently deer hunting. I growled back and ran the next two blocks home. I kicked open the front gate and kicked at the thick layer of pine needles that was already cumulating on the ground around me. Damn fall. I walked up the front steps and opened the door, and was nearly thrown back out as my mom ran up and hit me.
"Where the fuck were you? Ravenswood called and said you didn't show up. TELL ME!" Mom yelled. Now, very few things unsettle me, and my mother when she's mad is one of them. I got up off the porch where I had been laying since mom had pushed me down while yelling, and spat a tiny bit of dried blood out onto one of her designer shoes.
"I went to a different school on accident." I said, and tried to push past her but she pushed me back again.
"Don't you go telling me lies now. Why do you blatantly lie to my face?" Mom asked, and I shrugged.
"I dunno. Prolly cuz I'm NOT LYING!" I yelled. Then I ran off the porch and around the house, climbing up the trellis outside of my room and through my window. My door was locked and barred, thank god, and I quickly pulled the uniform off and put on a pair of pink pajamas. Then I sat down on my bed and thought.
Should I keep going to Sky High and tell my mom the truth, or lie and just go to Ravenswood? I thought, but I wasn't making sense of myself. I grabbed my bear huge overstuffed bear and put it in a headlock.
"What's the matter, Warren? Can't take a hit?" I asked the bear, turning it around and laying a few punches to its stomach. "Or can't bear to be beaten by a girl?" I asked again, hitting harder. Then I changed mind frames. "What's wrong with you Lash? You seemed so nice and courteous in the detention room, now you try and assault me every chance you get!" I nearly yelled, drop kicking the bear across the room, my eyes flashing red. The doorbell rang, and I heard my mom answer it.
"Caitlin, come down here!" Mom yelled, and I jumped out of the window, hitting the ground in a crouched position. I ran around to the front of the house.
"Yeah mom?" I asked. A bald guy in a wheelchair turned around in the foyer of our house. A lady with long white hair and a lady with short red hair were both with him.
"Honey, this is Charles Xavier. He's here to offer you a place at his school. You wouldn't get a chance to skip classes like you did at Ravenswood." Said mom. If this was an anime, I would have facevaulted. I started stammering for a minute, then Xavier spoke.
"Caitlin, at my school you would have a chance to be with people like yourself, people as gifted as you are." Said Xavier. I couldn't help it, I started to laugh. I grabbed the doorframe to steady myself, holding my stomach as I laughed. I suddenly quieted and stood up straight, my face betraying no emotion.
"Funny. No, I'll pass on your school for mutants." I said. Mom came right up and slapped me across the face.
"Caitlin, I'll have none of that! Mr. Xavier is a very nice man, how dare you call his school a mutie haven!" Mom yelled, hitting me again.
"MOM! I went over there over the summer to see if I could make friends! I saw a girl walk through the door! One of the teachers blasted something with his eyes! A blue guy teleported to the roof! I'm not a liar!" I yelled out between punches and slaps. Mom was suddenly pulled off of me, and I got up. Mom was floating up by the ceiling! Suddenly, her complexion became white and glassy, her hair turned into icicles and her clothes turned into a blue leotard with a snowflake pattern on it. She fired several icicles at the redhead apparently holding her in the air, one clipping the lady's arm deep enough to see bone. I gaped, watching as my mom then threw icicles at the unsuspecting lady with the white hair, catching her in the side and traveling all the way through. I gasped as mom turned on Xavier, and could only watch as she formed an icicle in one hand and threw it. The icicle, however, stopped just in front of Xavier's face.
"There will be none of this, Catherine." Said Xavier, and he put both hands to his temples. Mom fell to the ground in what appeared to be a coma.
"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!" I squealed, and took off running. I ran out of the house, across the lawn, jumped the fence and ran across the street into the woods. Twigs snapped under my feet, leaves crunching the same way as I ran, finally stubbing my toe and falling. I felt like I had been running for hours, and I didn't know where I was. I just laid there for a while, sobbing onto the arm of my pajamas. Sure, I was scared, who wouldn't be after you saw your own mother try to kill several people because they wanted me to go to their school? I drew my legs up into a fetal position, still sobbing uncontrollably. I heard someone coming, and it didn't sound like wheels, so I figured it was someone else. Someone laid a hand on my shoulder, and I lashed out, scratching them with my nails.
"KID! I'm tryin' to help you!" Said a gruff voice. I looked up, it was Mr. Howlett. "C'mon, lets get you to the institute." Said Mr. Howlett. He picked me up and slung me over his shoulder, and carried me. A few minutes later, we were on the grounds of the Xavier institute I mentioned earlier. Mr. Howlett set me down on the front steps and knocked, and a girl with black hair and two white streaks that made her look like a skunk opened the door.
"Logan!" The girl yelled, and hugged Mr. Howlett. Then she noticed me, the state of my clothing, and knelt down next to me.
"Back off skunk." I snapped when she laid a gloved hand on my shoulder.
"Hey, Ahm just tryin to help." Said skunk head, taking the hand off my shoulder and backing off.
"That and a dollar will get you an ice cream cone." I muttered, and a guy in a black hoodie and red sunglasses came out of the mansion and stood in front of me.
"Kid, get inside. Your mother has been arrested."
Two chapters in one day? Eh, I had them pre-prepared.