"Sissy, this is your class," Rogue stated stopping in front of a classroom and glancing at Sissy.
"Are you sure? There's so many people in there," Sissy asked peering in the door way a little, trying to make sure that no one saw her.
"That's what it says on your schedule."
"All right, I'll give it a chance," Sissy whispered. "You'll come get me after class right?"
"Yeah, now go on, I've gotta make sure Brit gets to her class too." Sissy nodded and slowly stepped into the crowded classroom and slid into the first empty desk she saw.
"Now, Brittany, what's your first class again?"
"It looks like gym, but I can't wear the gym uniform!"
"Here, this is a doctor's note explaining that you have a skin condition that keeps you from wearing the gym clothes. I've got one just like it on file in the office."
"Are you sure this'll work?"
"Of course. If you have any problems though, here's mah cell phone number. I know you've got a cell on you, I can see it on your purse." Brittany smiled. She had a feeling she was going to like Rogue, she was like the older sister she'd never had.
"Is this the gym?" she asked when she and Rogue stopped in front of a set of double doors. Rogue nodded.
"The locker rooms are over there, you'll probably want to wear a pair of work out pants, and a loose top instead of your tight jeans."
"Thanks," Brittany said as she ran to join her class, which had already started. Rogue smiled, as she made sure Brittany got into class okay, and then hurried off to her class, knowing she'd be late, and that Remy had probably stolen her a hall pass. When she reached her locker, there was the yellow slip of paper excusing her lateness sticking out of the vent. She almost laughed when she read the signature Remy had faked. Last time she'd checked Magneto wasn't a teacher at her school and he certainly didn't sign hall passes.