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A/N-Sorry it took so long. Honestly, every time someone reviews I get a little more shocked. I can never imagine that people are reading what I'm writing and liking it. Hmm, go figure. So, lets continue, shall we? Oh, and there will be no accents, and if there are, its purely by accident on my part.
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You know how you can just look at a person, and know, almost completely that your not going to like them, and then they talk and your 100 positive? Ya, that's what happened to me earlier today.
I'm now at Xaviours' School for the Gifted. On the tenth day, I stepped off the train to meet one pissed off Logan. He didn't seem too happy to see me, wonder why? Could it have something to do with promising that I'd only take a week to get there? And how does Logan deal with broken promises? Why, by sitting down and talking through his frustration, of course. Or, you know, throwing a chair at someone's head, more specifically, my head. Stupid Logan. But… on the plus side, he got yelled at. This chick with white hair got all up in his face. It was hilarious. It was so worth the almost concussion to see the big bad Wolverine admonished like he was a teenager. Heh, he wasn't too happy about that, either. It kept him from noticing my limp though, so I was all good with it. So, of course, the white haired chick was immediately in my good books. Then I met the professor. The founder of Xaviours' School for the Gifted. Obviously, he's Professor Xaviour. He's okay. We had a little bit of an incident when he tried to find out why I was limping and decided he wanted a peek inside my head. I didn't like that too much, and so had to set down some ground rules. After we established that there would be no looking into my head without my permission, we were cool. Freakin spooks anyway. He then went on to introduce me to all the senior students. I was a little confused about that. I mean, all I was there for was Logans freakin trailer. Or so I thought. I repeat. Stupid Logan. I mean, I love the guy like a freakin brother, but, like a brother, he worries way too much about me. And I guess he'd talked the Prof. into letting me stay for a while, because the next thing I know is Chuck is showing me to my room. Don't get me wrong, the place is nice, and I could see myself having some fun here. But, just because of that, I know I have to leave soon. The rules are clear on this. Don't get attached. Attachments can be used as bait and get you killed. I've been pretty good about this one. Only have a handful of people I can really call friends. And they know the rules as good as I do, so I don't have to worry about them.
Now, on this note, I don't mind telling you, that I was more then a little puzzled. Like I said, Logan's the one that taught me the rules, yet looking at him here, you can see he's grown roots. He's got attachments. I don't like it. Not at all. And I can see that he wants me to settle down here. And I don't like that at all, either. And so I know I have to get the fuck outta here ASAP. Don't get me wrong, I know if Mystique were to look for me here, she'd get her ass kicked. I think I know Logan enough to know he wouldn't settle down if he was one of the only mutants, and I already know that the Prof. is. And the name of the school pretty much gives this place away. School for the Gifted, eh? Wonder what kinda 'Gifts'. So I know that I'd be pretty safe. But, I don't like it. Got all sorts of bad vibes from this place. And the people? Well, that brings me to the whole not liking people. One of the first people I met was this guy. Scott? Wow. Now, that's a piece of work. I don't think that boy can bend over. The stick up his ass probably makes it pretty difficult. Urg. I wonder how long Logans gonna make me stay here.
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Damn it. I don't mind telling you that when Marie got off that train I was all sorts of relived. Doesn't mean I wasn't pissed off at the girl. A phone call woulda been nice. Been worrying for the past three days. If she's in enough trouble to call me, then I know she's in trouble. Enough trouble to possible be killed. And not hearing from her in three days is enough to drive a man insane. And then, she has the nerve to walk off the train and say, "Hey, sugah, sorry m' late. The train was delayed." And she wonders why I threw a chair at her head. And if she thinks I was so distracted by Ro's yellin' at me that I didn't notice her limp, she's got another thing coming. Freakin girl. I can tell she's already planning on five different ways to get outta this place. I know what she's thinking. She's thinking about the rules. I know the rules, and I'm the one that taught them to her. But that's when I was on the street. When I was living from day to day, like her. Now, all I got to do is convince her that that's all wrong. That theirs nothing wrong with having a place to stay. Ya, and pigs might fly. I wonder how long I can get her to stay.
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