"So where are we going" I asked intrigued.
"New York" shrugged Rogue like it was no big deal.
"New York?" I said confused.
"It's a really big city full of shops and people" said Jubilee helpfully.
"Ok" I nodded "how are we getting there?".
"By car" said Jean holding up a pair of rattling keys.
"Wow" I gasped completely amazed.
"But sweetie" said Rogue unsure about how she was going to say the next bit I mentally prepared myself for the worst "there is something I need you to do first".
"Anything" I took a big sigh of relief.
"Hide your tail, wings and spikes" she looked away from me, scared of how I was going to react.
"How do I do that" I said calmly, surprising them that I didn't explode in anger.
"Uhm…." She thought obviously not getting this far in her plan "how about wear a hat to cover the head spikes" Rogue grabbed a hat from the hat rack and put it on my head arranging it so it covered the spikes "and wear this long jacket which should cover your wings and tail if you took them up". I did what she said and looked relatively normal if you didn't look at me for to long.
By the time we got to New York it was half ten in the morning, it was difficult finding a parking space but we eventually got one in an all-day free car park. We started to head towards the first shop but when we entered an alarm sounded, it was high pitch which hurt my sensitive hearing extremely. A tall broad shouldered man came over and said to us (but mostly looking at me, I think he saw right threw my disguise) "I am sorry ladies this is a mutant free zone please leave".
"Why" I challenged.
"Hope" hissed Storm "don't".
We left the shop, once we got outside I plainly asked "why weren't we allowed in there".
"Because some people in this world don't like people like us".
"Oh".
That happened in two other shops aswell, eventually we found a place which would let us in it was a small dark shop which smelt like dust. The clothes in there were out of fashion but as long as they fit I didn't care. Eventually I bought four t-shirts of assorted colours each featuring a unique slogan but since I couldn't read I asked the girls what one of them said.
"It says" read Jean "I can only please one person a day, today is not your day, tomorrow doesn't look good either"
I laughed at this "thanks" I said.
"We really need to teach you to read before …" Jean stopped mid-sentence.
"Before….." I tried to prompt but she wouldn't carry on, I think they were trying to hide something because they started to giggle like there was some sort of inside joke. Once we had left there we eventually had bought (as I said before) four t-shirts, four pairs of jeans, two jackets and a wind breaker also several pairs of undergarments another pair of trainers and boots and finally some pyjamas.
"So we done" I asked.
"Not quite yet" Jubilee replied "we still need to get you a school uniform".
"You're sending me back to the school" I blubbered.
"No, no" said Storm "school is a place where you learn things, it's fun".
Jubilee laughed at that part. It wasn't that far to the uniform shop and there wasn't a lot in there since most of it had been bought by parents whose children have grown too big. The uniform I have to wear is a green, white and red chequered kilt (I mean who wears these things they're so uncomfortable) a white blouse, green tank-top, a green and red clip on tie and finally a green blazer. Apparently I have to wear this every day when I go to school which will be five times a week starting on Monday which is one day from now.
"Now that we've done that" said Jean "who fancies a starbucks".