Chapter 2
My Stupid Tragic Past, Laugh With Me Now, I Can't Hear You…
My name is Anna Stewart. I am 5'6, my hair is currently blonde with red steaks, I have green eyes and I'm seventeen years old. Oh yeah, I can shoot lightening out of my hands.
Normal teenage stuff.
I grew up with my mom and my stepfather, Frank. My father died when I was two in from a brain tumor. Frank was one of those stereotypical sexually abusive stepfathers, where even when I did tell my mom, she sided with him, not me, the blood relation.
They found out when I was eleven, dumped me in a foster home a week later, and after I shocked some kid and a volunteer or two a few times, got kicked out of there as well.
Kicked out of there and into Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters.
We, the students, call it Mutant High, which is much more fitting, considering what we are.
I was a little late to the classroom. I had to go to Dr. Grey first so she could bandage up my ribs after hitting the car.
I looked at Marie, a.k.a. Rogue, who could drain me of my memories, mutation and potentially kill me, if she were just to touch me for any longer than about ten seconds.
She's sitting next to her boyfriend, Bobby, a.k.a. Iceman, a.k.a. a lot of other things we called him, among them being Popsicle and Ice Queen.
He hates that.
Jubilee is sitting in the front with Kitty. Jubilee can shoot fireworks out of her hands, while Kitty is able to phase through things.
Piotr is sitting behind Bobby. We call him Colossus, because in addition to being over six feet tall and two hundred pounds, he has the ability to cover his body with an organic metal.
John, a.k.a. Pyro, is in the back, sulking as usual.
Guess what his mutation is.
And no, being a smart aleck isn't a mutation, and if it is, I've got something else, and so does he.
Our teachers walk in, accompanied by Professor X and Dr. Jean Grey, both of whom are telepaths. Dr. Grey is also telekinetic.
"Alright, who can tell me what went wrong in the Danger Room… today?" Scott asked us wearily.
No one said anything.
"John launched a fireball at me?" I ventured, leaning back in my chair, crossing my arms over my chest.
I heard John snort from his place at the back of the room.
"It's funny, John?" Storm asked him, rubbing her temples. Logan leaned back against the wall and said something under his breath.
"Yeah, that she's playing victim. What happened after I did that, huh? Anyone see that?" John snapped.
"I hit you back." I said easily.
"Anna… what are the rules of engagement?" Scott asked me.
"Never settle for the cheapest ring?" I responded, propping my legs up on the desk. There was no use in answering his question correctly, since I already knew what was coming.
"You both have detention in here tomorrow while the rest of us are in the Danger Room." Dr. Grey told us.
"Big surprise." John retorted.
"Can it." Logan snapped, and I grinned, appreciating Canada for once.