(See Chapter 1 for the disclaimer and the 'important' Author's Notes.)
For AnyaLensherr and heartsyhawk, for being the first two people to review. And also Goldylokz, for putting it on you alert list...
Chapter 2/First Bell
Wanda woke up at 4, completely restless and nervous. She had a relaxing night's sleep but just couldn't hold onto it this time. She groaned as she walked to mirror and nightstand to receive her towel and 'lady products.' Usually, Pietro was the one who would wake her up, and it was too damn early to be up, school started in three hours!
There was a joining bathroom in her room but Wanda decided to head out to the 'emergency bathroom,' it was biggest one in the house and Wanda wanted to feel clean.
She entered and locked the door; men here don't know how to knock. She let herself grin at the size of the place, the small artist cravings on edge of the tub, sink, and toilet. Eric has money… a lot of it too.
She took off her cloths and took some shower gel and shampoo and headed in the shower, pulling the curtains just in case.
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A smile was on Pietro's face as the warm water of his shower washed the soap off his body, the feeling was amazing. Though the steam meant that Pietro would have a lot to clean at the end of the month, he could see why his sister stayed in the shower for so long.
He sighed as he let his hands get tangled in his hair, washing off the excess shampoo and dirt. The hot water was beating at the muscles on his back, massaging them, and Pietro knew he had to get out soon. He found himself cursing at whatever force for putting that thought his head.
Few minutes later, the silver haired teen was staring at his reflection in the mirror.
Heh, silver hair…
People confused it as an extremely light shade of blond. Blind-ass mother…
He sighed, no use in complaining about it, at least he wasn't being considered 'too old,' like some people.
Pietro snickered at the thought of his father, the way he tried (and failed) at keeping a calm face when people asked what he was using to keep his face so young. Stupid old man…
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Eric had dropped the twins off for their first day, saying that he had to talk to and 'old buddy' about something of some sort, leaving the two to wait in the courtyard for the introductory assembly to start, talking about their father.
"I bet Dad, is a terrorist," Pietro whispered.
Wanda shrugged, "Probably, though I'd doubt it. He's…strict, not smart."
"Maybe he was in the army," he suggested.
"Nah," Wanda disagreed, "he's probably crazy."
"He did get that MB," her brother agreed, "I wonder why he won't tell us about life before us." It was a topic that the two never seemed to stop bringing up, when Eric himself wasn't around, of course.
Wanda sighed, "Don't know either."
It was hot, even though it was 5:30am and the sun was barley, New York was still a sulky place. Wanda laid on the grass next to a tree, using her black and red backpack as a pillow while her brother sat leaning against the tree, both of them had their eyes closed, content in their peaceful moment.
"You're in our spot."
Pietro let one eye open to view a semi-tall and skinny girl with dark brown hair, there was deep red on her lips, and Pietro would have that she was okay, but at this time of day, everyone looked and was a complete bitch to him.
Pietro frowned.
Wanda however, held no reaction as she let her Pietro frowned.
Wanda however, held no reaction as she let the lady get irritated with the mutually calm teens. She was going to say something but someone beat her to the punch.
"That ain't your damn spot, Taryn. How many fuckin' times do I need to tell you that?"
That's when both twins opened their both of their eyes, taking in their surroundings once more. The sidewalk, angry three dark haired females in front of them, two figures walking towards them… beautiful, wasn't it?
"It's two fucking early to be fuckin' wit' anyone, especially people who just came here," it was a girl who talked; there was a boy behind her, blinking a bit, irritated.
Wanda's eyes widened a fraction, just came here…
"What, there's not that many newcomers passing by," she asked.
The girl turned to her and smiled, "In New York, yes, but in Bayville, not as much."
Wanda sat up, and smiled back. The boy behind her took this opportunity to talk.
"Ja, the outsiders say its zee smell. Rogue here," he pointed to the girl next to him, "claims it smells like pig shit."
"Kurt, it smells worst than pig shit," Rogue laughed.
Taryn let out a frustrated groan and stalked off, making the other two silent girls at his side to follow reluctantly, one with brown hair pulled up in a ponytail looked back longingly while the other with long red hair winked at Rogue. The exchange went unnoticed by all the bystanders, Kurt who was blinking furiously again, Pietro who had closed his eyes again and Wanda who laid back on her back in the grass, staring at the leaves. They're starting to change…
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All the students were at the front yard of the school, there was chattering and murmuring and moving about, but when a bald man on a wheel chair came out with a smiling face and a woman with short brown hair and glasses, everything went silent.
Rogue whispered to Pietro and Wanda, "This is where the Professor gives us this big encouraging speech." Kurt gave a smile.
"Better be careful, sis. The Prof' may read your mind…" Kurt joked.
"Whateva, Kurt, Xavier ain't no telepath," she replied, though she kept her voice low and her green eyes avoided Xavier's eyes. Kurt only snickered.
Pietro knew that the guy known as Kurt, with the short brownish-bluish hair was German, his accent cried it out, but the girl next to him also had an accent, it seemed Southern, but from what part, he didn't know.
Almost like Rogue was reading Pietro's mind she said, "Mississippi. I'm from Mississippi." Rogue smirked at the shell-shocked expression he was giving her.
Pietro took the opportunity to get a better look at Rogue. Rogue was slightly taller than him, probably because she was wearing black army boots; there were leggings that hugged each leg tightly meeting a green cotton skirt at the knees. She wore an assortment of belts, bracelets and necklaces. There were accompanied by small Green Jug pin, she must like green. A simple green tank was complimented with a see-through jacket; it covered both of her arms meeting leather gloves at her hands.
Wait, gloves? Pietro thought it was strange that a girl would be wearing gloves during the hottest season on earth. What really caught his eyes were the two white bangs that nearly curtained her pale face. She seemed exactly like Wanda, except for one thing; Wanda liked scarlet red, and Rogue seemed content with green. Pietro shook his head.
I always get stuck with the crazies…
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It was strange, homeroom, everyone who had a brother or sister (in the same grade) were put into the class. It was being taught by an African American silver haired woman named Ororo Munroe.
It took a while for the Maximoff twins to figure out that Kurt and Rogue where brother and sister; their accents kind of threw them off, a lot.
Ororo was nice, she had a soft voice and was undeniably patient, which Kurt said it was amazing. Apparently she was new to the school; she came from Africa, though it wasn't known from which part. But, she's been in New York for a couple of years, getting her license to teach.
Ororo was passing out the schedules…
"Let's see," Wanda murmured, "Homeroom: Ms. Ororo Munroe, Math. Second period: Ms. Ana Doberman…. Heath?"
A/N: Well, here you go another chapter.
I'm gonna start putting the author's notes at the end of each chapter, it's easier for me (don't know about you).
It's hard to believe that there aren't that many fics that don't have Wanda and Pietro as the newcomers, but that's cool. What isn't cool is that not that many fics have Jonda in it. (Though it makes sense, there weren't any hints of them being all romantically involved. Damn…)
I hope these characters aren't OOC or anything, and I'm sorry I didn't sneak Remy into the picture. But there's always the next chapter, right? Though, I wouldn't mind getting some suggestions (I'm not that great of a writer…).
A "MB" is what some of us call a "mental breakdown." Ana Doberman was my first grade teacher's name. Do any of you guys remember Taryn? Expect more of her, and her 'friends.'
The GREEN JUG pin is © to Ladysnowbloodz at Deviant Art. See her pins, they're cute!