"Cyclops?"
"Very good, concentrate. Good. Practice on your own for a few minutes- I'll be right back. ... Yes?" Cyclops had been in the middle of a training session with Lizie at the moment.
"I need to go to the grocery store and I need to get some art supplies. The Professor told me to speak to you about vehicles."
"Never take the motor cycle. And if it's blue, its mine."
"So, what car can I take?"
"Any other car that's not blue. The key's are hanging on the wall." Cyclops grinned and turned back. He was proud of his great care collection.
"Ummm, ok." 'Why couldn't you have just told me that from the beginning!' She rolled her eyes as she walked away.
She entered the garage and stood stunned at the huge selection of the cars. She looked over each car, running her hand over the glossy paints and peered inside. Each was miraculously clean, and newly waxed. There were few cars that weren't blue. A few silver and one yellow. As she looked around, she noticed a red car off in the corner- a red viper. She giggled to herself and raced over the wall where the keys hung. "He only said not to take a blue car!" She grinned mischievously and hopped in.
She had asked Storm just before talking to Cyclops about where the nearest hobby shop and grocery store was. She had a few scribbled instructions on the back of the grocery list. She sped off, out the garage and out the gates. Everyone could hear the car take off out of the driveway. Those who were close to windows with views of the front yard raced to see who it was.
"The Viper is Jean's!" Cyclops exclaimed, realizing he forgot about her car. He hung his head, only hoping that she didn't scratch it.
Ange put on her sun glasses, and pulled her light brown hair up into a messy bun. "Let's see if they get any good country tunes out here." She flipped from station to station. "Oldies, rock, pop, metal... ahhh, a cell phone?" She put the cell in her purse, in case they tried reaching her while she was inside the store. "Hmm, ah, here we go." She found a country station; it was fading- she could only hear half a song through all of the static, but it was good enough for her. She rolled down the windows, and sped down the windy road, radio blasting, and hand out the window catching the breeze.
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"So what should we do about the new teacher?"
"We could hang the desks from the ceiling."
"We could make half of the room disappear."
"No, something good, but something that can't get us into too much trouble."
Colossus and some of the others discussed pranks with each other at lunch.
"Well she did just rearrange the room earlier. We could put everything back exactly where it was."
"Hmmm, it's not much of a prank, but enough that it'll be annoying and can't get us into too much trouble. But you'll have to tell us where everything was Precise."
Precise was a year younger than Colossus, but they had always been in the same grade and class and had become good friends. Precise had an EXACT photographic, sound, smell, touch, and taste memory. And he had a sweet tooth for trouble.
"Let's leave the room how it is now, and later tonight move it."
"Good idea." They looked up as Wolverine had noticed their suspicious whispering and stared at them from the other end of the cafeteria. They immediately sat up and changed the topic.
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Ange didn't return home until four, at which time school was out and most of the children were outside playing games, or in the library finishing home work, playing chess, or playing on the computers.
The cell phone rang. Ange had to lean over to grab her purse from the passenger seat, which she could barely reach. She knocked the purse onto the floor, spilling several of its contents.
"Damn it!" She had to lean over and down to try to grab the cell phone. She couldn't quite reach it and had to keep sitting back up to make sure she didn't hit anyone one or anything. She was finally able to grab it, and she barely sat up in time to keep from hitting an on-coming car. The other car blew its horn at her and yelled out of his window. She ignored the car and answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"Is everything all right? Are you lost?"
"Oh no, I'm fine. I had trouble finding the hobby shop, and then finding what I needed there. I actually had to go to another hobby shop because they didn't carry charcoal- I'm not sure what hobby shop doesn't carry charcoal but-"
"So you're not lost?"
"Oh no. I'm on my way back now. In fact, I should be home in a matter of minutes."
"Well I just called to make sure you were all right." The Professor hung up immediately after.
"Hmph. Guess he's not a phone person." She shrugged. Quite honestly, she wasn't a phone person either. She preferred talking in person, or online. She turned the radio back up and sang the rest of her way homw.
Cyclops overheard the Professor's conversation and waited for Ange to arrive in the garage. She sped into the driveway, radio blasting some oldies tunes now. She got out and grabbed the bags from the front passenger seat. She starred at him and shook her head smiling.
"Forgot to tell me not to take the Viper, eh?"
Cyclops obviously didn't think it was funny. He immediately began inspecting the car for scratches and dents.
"I'll be back out. There's more bags in the back seat."
Cyclops was satisfied. She seemed to be a good enough driver, though he frowned when he noticed an M&M wrapper on the floor. He picked it up and grabbed a few bags of groceries out of the back.
Ange first put the orange juice and grape fruit juice in the fridge. Rogue was pulling a frozen pizza out of the freezer and was preheating the stove when Ange walked in. She noticed Ange putting the grape fruit juice in the fridge and made a funny face.
"Grape fruit juice!"
"Yep. Not a big fan of orange juice; orange juice just doesn't taste like the juice you get when you eat an actual orange. But grape fruit juice does."
"Heh, I'm not a big fan of sour stuff."
"I'm not really a fan of sour things either. Sour skittles, grape fruit juice, and lemon sorbet are the only somewhat sour things I enjoy."
"Ohhh, lemon sorbet! I love sorbet!" Iceman commented.
"My favorite flavor would have to be Baskin Robbin's Daiquiri Ice. You know, Baskin Robbin's should sell their flavors in the stores."
Iceman only nodded mouth full of cookies.
"Looks like I'm in good company around here." She laughed. "Y' all enjoy two of my favorite things: ice cream and pizza!" Rogue laughed too, nodding as she stuffed the pizza into the oven.
"Oh, I still have bags in the car. I'll be back."
She passed Cyclops on the way back to the car. "There's only one bag left," he said, making his way to the kitchen and setting the bags on the island.
Ange forgot she still had the sun glasses on her head and that her hair was back in a messy bun. It was a good look for her, though she only put her hair up that way when it was really bothering her. Her hair was a foot and half long- fine, thin, and straight! And her hair had this uncanny habit of getting in the way. Pulled the sun glasses off her head and let her hair down. She stuffed her glasses into her purse and grabbed the last bag of groceries.
After the groceries were put away, she carried the bags of art supplies back to the art room. She set out a sketchbook on every desk. She set out two pencils on every desk. She grabbed one of the containers she had bought and put the charcoal sets, the colored pencils, water colors, glue, and scissors inside and shoved the container onto a shelf. She arranged a sitting order, and wrote the names of each student on the sketchbooks according to where they would sit. When all of the supplies were put away, she returned to her room to grab a few of her favorite paintings and some of her own framed art work to put up in the art room. A few of the students watched carefully as she organized the room, pausing their home work for a few minutes. Ange had always been distracting to others, and very easily distracted herself.
After the running around and shopping and the last minute organizations she had done, she was really tired. Emotionally drained from all of the new people and opportunities she found her and physically tired from not enough rest from the night before and from running around that day.
Ange grabbed a slice of pizza Rogue had cooked and headed to her room. She didn't realize she still had the cell and the keys to the Viper in her purse, but for the moment, no one was going to care or notice. She had finished eating by the time she got to room. She quickly pulled the curtains shut and fell fast asleep on her bed, still in her clothes and shoes.