Chapter 1

I slammed the doors of Charles Xavier's room shut. It had been two weeks since I left my home and my family behind; to be honest I thought it took me way too long. Ever since I started sneaking looks in the news paper and the six o'clock news, I had lost all interest in my family and had all my attention on a man named Eric Lensherr, or, Magneto. This man was a mutant that could control metal. I was ten years old when I found out that I had the ability to create any fire I wanted, and look where it brought me, another crap hole probably filled with even more crap hole that I have to deal with. I didn't have too many things with me, a notebook and pen to record the history of my so called 'life', my sketch book, I had been drawing before I learned to say blah and poo like that, and of course some clothes. I looked at the piece of paper in my hand that Xavier had given me with a room number on it. I was hoping that when I opened the door to room sixteen that there would be nobody in there and I didn't have to share a room. As you can imagine I was not too happy to here. 'The school for gifted youngsters,' how exiting. As I reached the door to my room I was disappointed to hear the voice of a girl.

I stopped for a moment to eavesdrop and hear what kind of a person I was to share a room with from now on. "I wonder what John's doing right now?"

Then a boy's voice returned her question, "Well, its one thirty, so he should be just finishing detention with Storm right now."

"Yeah, if he actually goes this time." The girl remarked

I made a mental note not to tick this John off if I ever spoke to him. I thought I had heard enough and actually didn't care what my roommate, or mates were like or what they thought about me. If they didn't like me that was their problem, I was not going to change for anyone any time soon. I made one little knock on the door and made my entrance. I took a couple of steps forward shut the door behind me and said casually, "Hey." and dropped my bag on the ground.

"Can I help you?" the girl said with a disgusted face.

She obviously was not too happy to see me, wait until she finds out I'm staying. The girl had brown hair, in the middle of light and dark, she had colored the front of her hair white, she has a very rounded face and I thought she had a big nose. The boy she was with had brown hair, kind of spiky at the top, and unlike the girl, a thin face and small nose.

"This is room sixteen right?" I asked politely ignoring her ugly face.

"Yes why?" she said holding the face I wish she would get rid of, not for my sake, but for hers.

"Well gee," I started, "I don't think it's really that hard is it? I have a bag in my hand a piece of paper that says 'your room will be' in big bold red letters I might add."

It was fun to watch her face go all scrunchy with the 'what ever' face.

"Well excuse me, but if you're moving into this room you've gotta be nice to me, got it?" she finished her speech by moving her head from side to side; I had to struggle not to laugh.

"That won't be too difficult." I said.

The boy got up and interrupted before we went too far, which he knew I would not stop until someone else did.

He took hold of the girls arm, "well since you're going to be staying here I guess we'll be seeing a lot of you so, hi, I'm Bobby Drake." He held out his hand, I shook it.

"I'm Liberty Trentan." Damn! I meant to say a fake name.

The girl walked over to me still looking tense, "I'm Marie, but please call me Rouge."

"Hi." I said nodding my head.

Rouge pointed over to a bed in the corner of the room, "You can drop your bag over there, unpack your stuff later you can come have lunch with us. Our friend John will be there too."

"Uh, ok." I said dropping my stuff on the bed.