I'm back and I'm itching for a story! I hope you guys are too…hopefully…. Now this is a little different from the other stories. This one won't be anyone's POV; it'll just be a normal storyline.

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Anna stared at her hands as she slumped against the curb that surrounded the perfectly manicured lawns of Bayville High. She didn't…she couldn't have…how could she have created an earthquake all of her own will? It was physically impossible, not to mention stupid and idiotic…

"Penny for your thoughts," a voice said near her. Anna's head snapped up to find Lance Alvers staring in her direction as he twirled a stick between his fingers. She felt apprehension slip through her. Lance looked the type that her mother routinely warned her to stay away from. The type that wore torn jeans and had on leather jackets… (AN- something I whipped up.) In other words, gangsters.

Anna's eyes traveled over the other two figures that flanked Lance. She didn't know them. One was a boy who looked like he'd lived in the sewers all his life. Anna shuddered when she saw his long, green tongue flicker out. He was staring at a girl who was dressed in a long red coat and wore torn pants and had red and black hair. There was a necklace in the shape of the cross on her pale throat. She was glaring at Anna with venom in her eyes and her arms were folded defiantly across her chest. Twice, she caught the boy ("Sewer-Boy," Anna thought later) staring and twice she raised her fingers but put them down again.

Anna's eyes returned back to Lance. "I don't have to tell you anything," she replied defiantly, standing and brushing off the dirt on the seat of her pants. She tried to brush her way past him, but Lance gripped her arm in a grip of steel.

"She's a lost cause, Lance, let's go," the other girl spoke up, but was brushed aside by Lance. "Let me go-!" Anna gasped, struggling to break free, feeling panicky. She turned, eyes flashing. "Let me go, or else-"

"If you think you're going crazy, you're not," Lance whispered in her ear, as he released her after she dug her fingernails into his skin. "We can help you."

"What are you talking about?" Anna groaned, massaging her arm. "Ow, you hurt, Lance."

"That earthquake wasn't natural," Lance said circling her as he spoke. "Was it, Anna?"

Anna froze, her eyes narrowing and a look of guilt replacing her indignant look. "I don't know what you're talking about," she stammered finally.

"Only two people can cause earthquakes in this entire school," Lance said, circling her like a lion about to corner its prey. "And they're talking to each other right now." He watched Anna's face for the slightest change that would betray her powers.

He got it. Anna's face turned paler than its usual pale tone. "Please don't tell anyone," she begged, leaping forward and clutching his arm. "I'm a freak, but please don't tell anyone." She stared at him with her black eyes boring into his brown ones. "Please, Lance, I'm begging you."

"We won't tell," Lance assured her, gently prying her arm off his. "We-" at this he gestured towards the boy and the girl flanking him. "-we're the same, too."

Anna looked at him. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. "Can they make earthquakes, too?"

"No," Lance replied gently. "They're almost the same, but, well, they're not." He watched Anna's face as her eyes flickered from his to the others and back again.

"It's kind of hard to explain," he said finally, running his fingers through his hair.

"Look, you guys have all year to stare at each other," the girl said firmly. "But Principal Darkholme over there? Well, she's gesturing for us to go back into school!"

Lance looked at his shoes. "You two go back into school," he instructed. "I'll need to show Anna here to Principal Darkholme."

"What!" Anna gasped. She backed away, ready to bolt. "You promised, Lance! You promised you wouldn't tell!"

"Anna, relax," Lance reassured her, his voice soothing. "Principal Darkholme, well…" he lowered his voice. "She's just like you and me. In fact, she's in charge of the Brotherhood of Mutants."

"The what?" Anna asked, following Lance through the school doors, unaware that someone was watching them.

"Brotherhood of Mutants," Lance explained. "We're a group of mutants that learn how to control our powers. We're not like the X-geeks, who undergo rigorous training."

"I'm sorry, X-geeks?" Anna asked in confusion. "Who are the X-geeks?"

"Oh, that's what we call the X-Men," Lance replied. "Mostly because we're free spirits, but they're just so geeky."

Anna rubbed her arms uncertainly. "Right," she responded. "Er, Lance…is Kitty an X-geek?"

"How would you know that?" Lance asked, for the first time all conversation not looking at Anna.

"They came to look for me yesterday," Anna told him, her mind whirring as she put two and two together. "She and another blue, furry, guy…"

"Oh, Nightcrawler," Lance said flippantly. "One of the major dorks." He stopped outside a door with Principal Darkholme's name spelled out over the door. "Here we are."

Anna gulped uncertainly as she stepped inside.

"Scott!" Kitty threaded through the crowd thronging through the hallway. "Jean!"

The two older mutants stopped and turned to face the phaser. "What's the rush and the fire?" Scott asked with a grin. Jean was still laughing, which meant that the two of them were sharing a joke when Kitty interrupted. She gritted her teeth, thinking, I know exactly how to wipe that smile off their faces.

"Anna's going to the Brotherhood," she blurted, with the effect she expected. The smiles on Scott's and Jean's faces slid off like water. "I just saw her and Lance heading into Principal Darkholme's office."

"What?" Scott demanded. He spun around and abruptly headed for the pay phones located on the other side of the hallway. "We've got to phone the Professor about this…"