Ange tossed and turned, uptight about her first day of school. She hadn't really been briefed about how many students were going to be in her class, where her class room was, or when class was to be held. And the regular jitters pricked her mind too: 'what do I do if one of the kids pulls a prank on me,' 'what if I say something wrong,' 'when is breakfast? I don't want to be late.'

She tried to calm her mind down with the reminder that the first day would be introducing herself, learning the kids names, and figuring out what they wanted do in her class; it wouldn't be too stressful or involved. That reminder didn't help too much.

Another topic came up as she rolled onto her right side: Wolverine. He was a scary man to have as an enemy, especially if you have no way to defend yourself. Now of course she didn't seriously think he would attack her, but his size and ability was intimidating, as well as his first attitudes towards her. She sighed deeply. She had never lost anyone that close, but his loss pulled on a string in her heart. 'I just have to make sure I make it obvious that in no way, shape, or form am I trying to take Dr. Grey's place. And try not to take anything too personally.'

She lifted her eyes out the window and watched the drizzling rain drops trickle down her window pane. You could hear the rain gurgling down the gutters and onto the pavement in the front driveway. Through the blurry window, she could see the moon peeking out from behind the remaining gloomy clouds, which were slowly saying their good byes, ready to welcome the dawn. A tree outside her window swayed softly in the soft breeze.

She turned over onto her back, and stared wide eyed at the ceiling. "It's useless. I simply can't fall asleep." She threw off the covers, slightly too warm. She sat and reached for her glass of water on her bed stand. Despite how heavy her eyelids felt, she had energy to spare. She looked around her room for something to do; she didn't have any inspiration to draw in her sketchbook, or any inspiration to pick up her writing journal. There wasn't much to report to her diary either. She saw her suit case open on the desk and decided she might as well go ahead and finish unpacking. As she was finished putting up the last articles of clothing, her alarm clock went off.

"Is it that time already?" She got up and checked the alarm clock. It was already 5 o'clock. She hopped into the shower, and turned on her small, portable, battery radio. She hummed and quietly sang along to some of her favorite country songs.

"Mmmmm. Whha, what!" Wolverine, having his room directly across the hall from Ange, woke up to the sound of country music and some muffled humming and off-tune singing.

"Great." Wolverine mumbled. He got up and shut his door completely, vowing never to accidentally leave his door partly cracked open again. He checked his own clock and groaned at its response. He went back to sleep trying to drown out the singing as much as he could by covering his head with a pillow.

Hair still wet, Ange emerged from her room, dressed, and carrying a few writing & drawing utensils. She first grabbed the newspaper from the front porch on her way to the kitchen for an early breakfast. She set her stuff down so she could rummage through the fridge. "Orange juice, milk, soda, apple juice ... hmmm, they probably have coffee- yuck. Hmmm." Ange's choice of morning drink was grapefruit juice- which they didn't have. She would have to settle for orange juice.

"Hmmmm, if I were a glass, or a cup, where would I be! What cabinets have I already been through ..." she started slowly searching each cabinet. She searched faster, making a bit more noise as her frustration grew.

"What are you looking for?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I wake you up?"

"No, I always get up this early."

"Oh. Well, I'm looking for the glasses."

"Glasses and cups are here."

"I thought looked there." She sighed and grabbed a medium cup from the cabinets- a cup with a worn out picture of Beauty & the Beast on it. She only poured herself a small glass.

"So I'm guessing you and Rogue ..."

"Ya." Iceman put some bread in the toaster, and looked over to Ange, offering to make her some.

"Oh sure. So, how long have you guys been going to the school?"

"I've been here a few years. Rogue just came this year- she's only been here a few months."

"Do many of the kids get up this early?"

"No, not too many. But they will be up here fairly soon. Breakfast is at 6:45 and school starts at 7:45."

"How many kids go here? I mean, that's a lot of breakfast to fix."

"We have about 67 students."

"So, who makes breakfast?"

"Typically the team- seems like they're sleeping in today."

"What's a typical breakfast?"

"Sometimes cereal- but most of the time some toast and a fried egg. The picky ones, like Nightmare, they typically have cereal anyway. And anyone who has cereal fixes it for themselves."

"Well, I could start cooking something if-"

"Oh, don't worry about it. I did sleep in a bit, but I should have breakfast whipped up in few minutes." Storm smiled as she reached into the fridge to grab some of the ingredients. "Well, looks like were almost out of eggs."

"And orange juice. I can pick up whatever we need at the store later today."

"Oh that's ok. I-"

"I have to get out to get art supplies as it is. I might as well get groceries too. Besides, I only have one class. I'll have a lot of free time."

"Well, ok. I can't believe we've run out of orange juice and eggs so quickly." Storm said

"Good morning- Storm, Iceman, Angelina."

"Good morning Professor."

"Could I talk to you in my office for a few moments?" The Professor spoke to Ange. As Ange followed him to his office, Storm and Iceman caught each other's glance- the kind wondering "what kind of trouble could she have gotten into already?"

"Now, most of the students have signed up for your class, but more may join after they hear from their friends, which means we may need to split up the class and make two classes. For today however, your art class will be at 9 o'clock. Here's the list of students who have signed up."

"Thank you."

"Can I get you anything else?"

"That should do it for now- oh, but I will need to go get the art supplies later today. And from what Storm said, it looks like we could use some groceries. I thought I could go get those today after my class."

"Sure. Talk to Cyclops first though- he'll tell you what car you can take."

A little boy came flying around the corner making air plane noises as he chased Kitty through the kitchen. Storm yelled at them to stop chasing each other in the kitchen. Ange stopped as quick as she could to keep from running into Kitty as they ran passed, but she ran right through her and through the fridge on the other side. She laughed, surprised to see so many of the younger children up so early; they still had 20 minutes before breakfast was ready.

Ange sat at the island and munched away at her toast as she flipped through the morning paper.

Wolverine walked in behind Ange and raised his eyebrows. He didn't say anything as he poured himself a cup of black coffee. Kids whizzed in and out of the kitchen, and Storm yelled at them to stop. She dodged the kids putting the last of the cereal bowls out, hoping she wouldn't have to clean up a mess this morning. Nightmare walked in, rubbing her eyes and still in her PJs.

"Shouldn't you be getting dressed, sleepy head?" Wolverine asked Nightmare.

"I had another bad dream. The house was on fire and you and everyone else was dieing."

"Come on, let's go get you ready." Wolverine walked Nightmare back up stairs and waited for her to emerge all ready.

"Anything good happening in the news?" A male voiced asked Ange. She didn't look up to see who it was.

"Hmmm, no."

"So no mutant lynchings then!"

She immediately stopped; completely stunned that someone would even suggest such a thing to her. She looked up from her paper. Wolverine had returned and Cyclops was pulling a mug out of the cabinets. It was obvious they both heard the comment, but neither said anything further. She couldn't place the voice either, since she had heard very few words from either so far. In either case, both held very serious faces and kept quiet. She starred into her orange juice for a few moments, trying to think of a response, but they both left before she had the chance. She put the paper down and turned to the list of students- even though she couldn't concentrate on it. How could someone even imply that to her?

The bell rang and the students cleared out to the rooms and the X-team left to teach. Ange let go of the issue, and forced herself to focus on the list of students she held in front of her.