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Chapter Three –What was happening? This was a Sunday… and Brianna was never to be woken up early on Sundays. It was one of the few days that she had to relax, and to sleep in until two in the afternoon.
Once she slammed her fist on her alarm clock, she took a glance around, and realized where she was. It was probably part of their whole routine to wake-up early and… do whatever it was that they did, even on weekends, but Brianna couldn't help but be angry with everyone else for failing to warn her.
When she forced herself up from bed, her eyes darted to the digital clock that sat on top of her beside table, next to that big, gaudy lamp. She hadn't bothered to look at it yet, but she could have guessed what it said. It clearly read in flashing red numbers that it was '7:02.' What were these lunatics thinking? Nobody should have to wake up at this time on the weekend, unless they had a job or something like that.
"Ugh!" Brianna complained as she made her way down the hall, since that was what the other kids were doing. She had to contain her laughter when she caught a glimpse of some of the others' pajamas.
She looked down to see what she was wearing, and realized that she didn't exactly look put together, either, but at least she wasn't sporting a pair of Care Bear bottoms like that tall redhead was.
Before she had even finished down the hallway, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She whipped her body around to find that it was only Kitty.
"Whoa!" said Kitty, removing her hand from the girl's shoulder. "What's with the, like, jumpiness?"
"Oh, it's nothing." Brianna didn't really feel like telling Kitty how she had been a little frightened about hearing that people had broken into the Mansion before, in hopes of doing harm to the mutants that lay inside, fast asleep. "I'm… always like that in the mornings."
"Hah, then I guess I should tell you that I, like, always look this bad in the mornings." She laughed at her own joke.
Brianna just smirked. She knew that Kitty had been expecting her to tell Kitty that she didn't look bad, or that it was okay because she probably looked equally as bad, but that, in Brianna's opinion, would be lying, and she always told herself not to lie, even if it was to make someone feel better.
"I bet you're really, like, glad that you get another day to stay around here before you go to school, right?" Kitty asked, as they claimed their places at the table.
"It depends on what we're doing."
And, as if he had heard what she had just said, Logan informed everyone that it was high time that they took a trip to the Danger Room.
"Danger Room?" Brianna repeated, turning to Kitty for an explanation.
"Oh, it's like, a blast," Kitty said, sarcastically. "Well, there's really no way to explain it, so I guess you'll just have to wait and see. You'll be with the younger kids, I'm pretty sure… since you're new and all. Their training is less… kind of, like… uh, challenging."
This made her stomach tighten. It was her first day – she didn't even know if she had power over that on and off switch that came with her gift.
So, she felt as if the world had been taken off of her shoulders when the Professor got into her head once again, his deep voice telling her to follow him after breakfast was over, for a 'private training session.'
Nothing of much importance had happened throughout her first breakfast after that, except for Brianna working up enough courage to talk to Logan, when she spotted him soaking his pancakes in honey.
"Honey?" she questioned, finding this a little odd.
"Yeah," he said in his growl of a voice, not even bothering to look up from his meal. "I put it on everything."
She just nodded, and turned her head to see the smile on Kitty's face. The others probably took this as casual conversation, but, Kitty, knowing about her little crush, took her talking to him as the first baby step towards Brianna's ultimate goal.
After her private session with Professor X, Brianna had become exhausted. It had taken her such a long time just to get her powers working, and, to her horror, the bald man told her that they were going to continue these sessions until she could use her mutation at her discretion. He told her that once she could do this that the random illusions would stop. And, once those stopped, there would never be a chance of the whole playground incident repeating itself. Her being upset had probably only added on to her exhaustion – she was so worked up because, when she didn't even try to use her illusions, they could be powerful, but when she did try to create them, they were weak as a young child's knock-knock joke.
The whole continuing the sessions thing was a good thing-bad thing type of deal. It would be pleasant to have control over her powers, instead of them controlling her, but it would not be pleasant to keep on going through those intense sessions. She wished there was an easier way out.
All of the other kids her age around here could manipulate their powers just fine – so why couldn't she? They weren't any better than she was! Actually, she held herself on a higher pedestal than any of the others, as bad as that was. So, what gave them the advantage of having control, and not her?
One of the other girls – Jubilee – tried to strike up a conversation after she saw Brianna walking out of Professor X's office. But, Brianna wasn't interested, moodily grunting to everything she had to say, until she let her be.
Brianna really hadn't meant any harm to the other girl, but she was ready to head up to her room, bury herself in her blankets, and sulk. She felt like the conversation had been stopping her from doing so, so the only way to make her shut up was by acting aloofly.
In her mind, she was never doing any wrong by acting the way she did. She always blamed it on something, or had an excuse for acting that way. It's funny, because she actually believed herself to be a good person, obviously seeing herself differently than the people that surrounded her.
Once she had got the chance to finally sulk, it didn't go so well. Everything was perfect – she had on her nicest pair of silk pajamas, the lights were off, and her covers were pulled up to her neck, but instead of her mind clearing, allowing her to doze off from there, she found her mind wandering.
What if the Bayville kids didn't like her? She knew they would, or at least thought she knew… she couldn't think of a single reason why someone might dislike her, but there was still that possibility. And, that possibility, as little as she estimated it to be, ruined her entire Sunday afternoon.
