Hi! Ok, I'm going to be doing long chapters every four days –it's only been a day since I posted.

Here are the powers, and the names –someone was having a hard time with them.

Powers/Names.

Max –supper speed, and reflexes.

Mary –invisibility, herself and other things

Alex –you don't know yet.

Damien –he can make a weapon out of anything, and he can't miss. He can also make himself a weapon, to some extent. EX; he can't make himself a metal gun. But he can make himself stronger and more durable.

Ollie –shape shifter. Can change into any person, animal. Has minor healing.

Jane – she has a connection to all eyes. She can see whatever someone else is seeing, and she can see more than one person. She can tell what a power is, but not how strong it is. So she could say Jean was a telekinetic, but she couldn't say she was a class five.

Britney –Teleporter. She can teleport anywhere, and anything –even if she can't see it. It takes longer to teleport things, and go places she can't see.

Kate –control/bond to plants. She can't create them, but she can affect their growing process, and make them live without their needs. A lot like John, in the fact she can't create her power, but it doesn't but her.

Did you see the disclaimer? I'm too lazy to do anything else! I've done ONE. So, I made a big one before everything else.

Apparently, when I go back and edit, I forget to save –did it with the last two chapters –but I fixed the last one.

Dedicated to the genius that invented boot cut jeans –so I can have cute, comfy tight jeans without my feet looking their actual size –which are huge by the way.

I woke up, got dressed in my city clothes –a tee shirt, my leather jacket, and boot cut jeans. A little tight for me, but ok. I don't exactly blend in with my usual style. Boy jeans or swim trunks, flip flops, and oversized t-shirts with tanks underneath. Not to mention my jacket. It was beat up brown leather, stopped and constricted just before the hips. It

I found the lists in a pile on the bookshelf.

In Mary's elegant script...

For Mary;

Coconut chocolate bar! – I NEED it.

If you could find some cute sandals that would be awesome! 'Port me there if you need help. Uh-huh. Take you shopping. Do I look stupid?

Work jeans.

Coconut shampoo & conditioner.

In Max's typical fast hand, I don't have time writing...

Shoes, size 8, black.

Jeans, you know the size –durable.

Socks –not those gay ankle things that Mary wears, or super long ones either.

Damien's list was short, and in his mechanical print he had two words.

New guns

Ammo

It was typical for him to ask for things like that. He was obsessed with keeping up-to date and prepared since the Halloween incident.

Jane had a list of books, her writing was messy and all over the place –Nina didn't exactly keep focused on one thing that she takes no interest in.

Kate didn't have a list, and all Alex had was Donuts.

After reading them over, in the eerily silent room, I was off.

My dreams had been non-existent, so teleporting to a dark alley was easy.

I walked out, my skater shoes dragging on the pavement like a regular city person whose life was on like a regular city person whose life was on repeat.

People barely registered me. I was just another person scurrying around, reliving my day.

Some people move to New York to get some excitement in their lives. Personally, I don't see the catch. But that could be because I can get away without giving them a chance to touch me –no danger. That could be it.

I'd been porting everywhere, seeing something on the lists, and sending it home.

I was almost done when I decided to take a break.

I thought of a nice place, suburban, clean air, and I just went.

Wow. That was what I thought when I saw the huge mansion in front of me. Wow. Huge brick walls, covered in vines, and black gates. Tall black gates. I wasn't very tall –like Kate, or short like Mary, but I felt very small looking at the place.

It was eerily quite, and that unnerved me.

Especially after reading the sign "Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters".

Not that I have much experience in school, but generally they're noisy.

Not here. Here it was dead silent.

All that changed when piercing school bells rang.

Then it was chaos.

Without a second thought, I was changing –porting clothes under my old ones, then porting those away -my clothes to be more proper. A jean skirt that went to my knees, athletic white sneakers with bleached white socks, a tight, emphasising lime green tee. Oh brother, all for some not-meat, not fast-food crap-like, food. I really wish Kate would let us have a Barbeque.

And with a Lime slushy to match, I was off to the kitchen in the house.

Wow. It was big, had two fridges, lots of cupboards, an island in the middle.

A boy came in, blonde hair, tall, ice blue eyes.

And he was dressed well, like me.

Thank goodness I didn't dress like a moron for nothing.

He looked at me, analyzing my face.

"You new?" he asked, approaching me.

"Yup." I didn't sound nervous. It would be impossible to tell I was lying through my teeth.

He nodded his head thoughtfully, and stuck his hand out.

"Bobby Drake, But you can call me Iceman." I took his hand inquisitively, but I got it when my hand froze.

This is a school for mutants!

I needed a name! A name, oh...

And then I got it. My mom.

"Chelsia Silverfox" I said shaking his hand with my right, and my left holding my almost drained slushy.

He looked like he was waiting for something, my power.

"Nina. Don't know why, but I like it." I separated our hands, cupped mine together, and took the water from the pipes.

"Nice."

HERE IT IS! The meeting of the X-Men. Now do you know why I need your help picking out a guy? HELP! And please don't vote for Max!

If some opinions expressed here are offensive, that's just BPOV.

Ok, I got barley any reviews, but that might be because for once I'm posting soon, not late!

REVEIW. Seriously, I know your reading, why can't I get feedback?

xOXo

-Leah