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(Rogue's point of view)

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Mom just had to drag me into a store didn't she? A swimsuit store none the less! Then she took me to the back, past a door, and up some steps. We weren't shopping! We were modeling!

"Ya aint say we had ta model!"

"If I did would you have came sweetheart?"

"Ah Mademoiselle Louisa and who is this charming young lady who looks much like yourself?" A man dressed in black with a camera in either hand asked us.

"Marco this is my long lost daughter. Anna."

The man paused before smiling brightly. "You two get off my set!" he shooed away two other models in bikinis. "And you two, darlings, come with me … hair and makeup." He said snapping his fingers.

I was quickly thrown behind a curtain and given a swimsuit to change in. After I did that, seeing as I had no choice, people practically threw cosmetics at my face and somehow I looked great afterwards.

When both my mother and I were done dressing we were told to pose.

"Wait wait wait! That's not right! Marco makes moments not whatever that is. Pablo, water please."

"Wat water?" I asked.

"You'll see Anna."

"See … damn tat's cold!" I growled at Pablo before we were told to pose again. After a while it wasn't so bad. Marco kept trying to ask me if I'd model something else for the editorial, but I ran off as fast as I could with my mom, properly dressed of course.

"Ma I thought a said we were shoppin!"

"Oh now ya wanta shop an we will just after this last little trip."

I knew this would be bad especially when she gave me that evil eye glare/smirk combination. I was screwed, but I didn't know how screwed I was till we got there.

"Are ya fuckin kiddin me! Victoria's Secret runway. I aint goin on tat thang!"

"Yes ya are. Don't ya wanna bond wit mommy?"

"No!"

"Come on. I have to and you ought as well be in it too."

"Don't they already have enough girls?"

"I can pull a favor or two. I aint tat old dear."

"Eww."

"Don't jump to conclusions. I so happenly am great friends with the very gay fashion designer, Rollo."

"Yer friends have weird names …"

In about ten minutes I was getting taught how to walk.

"Hey you, less kick ass and more kiss ass." Rollo told me. After this I am going to kill her.

"Sweetheart stop lookin angry."

I glared harder.

"Anna be nice. Rollo here is very kind to offer us some time together."

Look at her reprimanding me like I'm a child. Sighing I thought best to get this over with. As I walked the people roared, but why. Then when my mom came out they looked confused. My mother apparently was a big deal in the modeling world which I was more than ready to leave.

When my mom walked she had an unparallel confidence and her gaze was fierce. When she stopped at the bottom of the runway for a few seconds she commanded attention. Even I had to stare at her longer from behind the curtains. How did she do that? It seemed like the woman who I shared tears with last night was not the same woman who was owning the runway right now.

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After that we went to eat. She sat down leaning against the chair with her arms crossed. I laughed when I realized that that was how I sat too.

"Did you have fun so far?"

"No."

"Really?"

"Maybe a little. Towards the end when everyone's eyes were on you … in a good way. It was kinda nice ta be a star."

"I know what you mean. Even with all my experience I still feel like that."

"So are we bout ta get some girly clothes afterwards?"

"Possibly. You want ta know a secret?"

"Sure, why not."

"I hate it here."

"If ya hate it here then why do you live here?"

"Besides the fact that it's infinitely closer to my job?"

"Yeah why?"

Playing with her fingers, "Ah, ah can't live there witout thankin of him."

"But ya cant jus hide from yer problems." Wait am I being hypocritical here?

"I know. I've tried to go back. I miss Mississippi. My old friends. My family. But every time I work up te nerves I'd stop short. I could never stop hating myself fer how I treated him before I died. I did love ya father, but every day I told him tat he wasn't anything ta me. I kept tryin ta push him away. I always wanted him to make something out of himself.

Hey at least he was trying. I was te one sitting at home complainin so caught up in what he was doin wrong I never realized my own faults till it was too late. "

"I'm sure he knew you cared."

"Yeah he knew, but he shouldn't have ta just 'know'. I shoulda told him every once in a while tat I loved him. I held back till it was too late."

"It aint yer fault wat Mystique did."

"I know. In a way I should be happy Mystique killed 'em off. I made him miserable. I made him worthless. I took away that smugness he used to have, tamed it, and eventually crippled it. The only thing that really kept us tagether was you."

"Don't say tat. I'm sure he would had preferred ta live!"

"I … I'm not so sure. I wish I coulda apologized when I had the chance. It tickles me tat yer so much like 'em. Even down to yer powers."

"Dad was a mutant?"

"Yer father, he would just … know thangs when he touched ya. It was like he could see inta yer soul. Know all yer wrongs and yer rights. I thought it was rather romantic at te time."

"Know thangs like wat?"

"After we danced the first time he knew my favorite thangs. Knew that I was named aftah my grandmotah. He just knew. Te next day he was outside my home. I aint never tell 'em how ta get there. I always assumed he followed me home."

"Well tat explains some of my powers. I wish I could control mine though."

"Well ya cant with that attitude."

"Wat do ya mean wit my attitude!" I yelled at her.

"Ya already sound defeated. Ya know how they say thangs are in yer head? Well maybe if ya actually believe ya can control yerself then maybe you'll actually start to!"

"Don't talk ta me like ya know me and what I went through!"

"An don't yell at me like ya lost ya damn mind. I may have raised ya fer only one year in yer life but tat doesn't mean I wont break my foot off in yer ass if I have to!"

"An I'd like ta see tat old lady!"

"Bring it little girl!"

"Excuse me." The waitress said.

"Wat!" we shouted at her.

"Yer food is ready."

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I have been living with my mother for three months now. I transferred schools to here and I just finished my first book, Yellow. I published under the name Romy though. God, I miss that crazy Cajun. Mother still tries to sneak me into her modeling shoots so you have to sleep with one eye open, literally. The last time I didn't I woke up on the coast of Spain as a flamenco dancer.

Mom and I also shop. She doesn't exactly dress girly but she is a trend setter. I kind of got her into the Goth punk thing. She refuses to wear the makeup, but she loves the corsets, high heeled boots, and chokers. She sometimes wears them when she parties.

Also mother finally told me that Justin, my dad, had a son without her. So that means I have an older half brother running around somewhere. I wonder if he's a mutant too? Either case I think I'm going off to bed.

"Help me!"

I heard my mother shout. I looked out the window to see her drowning and went straight outside to save her. After a few minutes I reached her just as she started to dip under the water. I pulled her back to shore and gave her CPR.

After a few minutes of that she coughed up water and started breathing again.

"Wat happened?" I asked panicked. Did she hit a rock? Was she too tired?

"Ya aint put me in a coma?" she asked. Why would I put her in a coma? I don't hate her that much I think. Although we do have our days … wait a second. I gave her CPR, I rescued her in a t-shirt, and I didn't kill her. Then it dawned on me.

"Ya drowned on porpoise didn't ya."

"Yep, I had ta teach ya a lesson somehow."

"Lesson being …"

"Don't hide from te world."

"Good lesson." I said picking her up and throwing her harshly back in the water. She swam back and chased me inside.

That was the day I learned to control my powers.

And now it's time for me to return the lesson.

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A few days later we were on a plane to New York. My mom absolutely refused to go back to the states so I saw fit to dress her in her sleep and carry her on the plane. After a few hours she sat up looking frantic.

"Relax Ms. Louisa." I said over my Yellow book.

"Where is this plane headed Anna?"

I didn't answer her. I knew that would tick her off to no end.

"Anna Maria Louisa – Talbolt ya bettah tell me where this plane is going now!"

"New York so ya can meet my family."

"I don't wanta go ta te states."

"Ta quote a person I know all to well 'Don't hide from te world'."

"Fine. Since I have no choice tell me about them." Them meaning my friends.

"First is Logan. He's short, husky, and growls a lot, but he's great and protective. I thank of him as my fathah."

"Ok, go on."

"Remy …"

"Oh te French lovah boy?"

"Cajun ma!"

"Same thang, difference is Cajun's are naughtier."

"Aint gotta tell me twice. He's easy ta recognize. He has red and black eyes."

"Ok, next."

"Te Professor, he's bald, old, an in a wheelchair. He owns te place. He's a very generous man. Then there's Kurt, my brother, He kinda pale or blue dependin on te day an he's a fun spirit."

"Wat about the Jean and Kitty chicks."

"Jean thanks she's hot an she flicks her hair a lot. Ya cant miss her an if ya start hearin 'like, like, like, like' tat's Kitty."

I explained on and on happy to see some of the passengers were reading my book. But as much fun as it has been with her I have ta go back ta Remy. It' has been months. Maybe he's moved on …

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We pulled up in a taxi. I got out and was about to get the bags when she grabbed my arm firmly then turned her smoldering hazels on the driver, who stood no chance against her. Mother said I had to learn how to have my way with the opposite sex. She told me I can't go touching everyone just because I don't want a speeding ticket.

The driver eagerly placed our bags at the front door and he didn't make us pay. How did she do that? I've tried, but I aint tat good. I was about to open the door when it flung open from the inside and my mom was in a tight embrace.

"Stripes I missed you so much."

"Handsome, she's Rogue." My mom said inclining her head to me. He backed up a little, then switched and hugged the life out of me. I was about to grab the bags again when Logan beat me to it.

"So who are you?" Logan asked eyeing my mom suspiciously.

"I'm Anna … Rogue's motah. Te names Annabelle Lousia. Ya can call me Ms. Louisa fer short."

"Logan where's everyone else?" I asked him easily peering over his shoulders.

"Breakfast and your about to surprise everyone. Oh and I heard that you dumped Gumbo."

"From who?"

"Him."

"He here?"

"He been here for months … unfortunately."

I heard them all talking about their latest fight against the brotherhood when I came in and coughed. I'm sure everyone was looking at me funny, but all I could see was Remy. When did his hair get so long? Were those muscles there the last time I saw him?

"Hi everyone an before yall smotah me in hugs tis here's my birth mama Annabelle Louisa."

"As in the famously hot international model, Louisa?" Bobby asked.

"Te one an only." My mother told him with a blinding smile. Bobby looked like he was about to faint.

Then everyone swarmed. The first person who embraced me was Remy. I smiled up at him as he smiled at me. He held me tightly for a good minute or two before backing up and letting Kitty and Kurt knock me over.

Half an hour later I was safe, "Do yall got some extra food?"

"Of course." The Professor said as he introduced his self to my mom. His face was slightly flushed. My mother was a man killer.

"Like where have you been?" Kitty screeched.

"Wit 'er." I said.

"So," Remy started, "It's hard ta tell yall apart. I'm not sure who's te super model."

"Ya never told me yer man was blind sweetheart." My mother said.

"Oh I can see clearly Cherie. You look young. Got busy early I see."

"I've heard the same of you."

"Yall two play nicely." I told them.

"I know how ta play nicely Rogue." He said brushing me off.

"I can tell." My mother responded.

"I'm not always nice Ms. Louisa."

"Oh no are ya gonna spank me?"

"Only if you insist."

"Ya couldn't handle tis if ya tried."

"I've been known ta handle a few thangs before."

"Too bad your mouth wash wasn't one of them."

"I like her already." Logan said watching the two go at it.

"I don't thank yer close enough ta my mouth ta judge fairly mam. Like I said I can handle myself."

"I'm quite sure ya 'handle'yerself."

"Ma!" I scolded her. Where did this attitude come from?

"You're right, he's a quick one that's for sure. But he's adorable none the less."

"Are ya gonna be nice now?"

"Maybe, maybe not." She said before taking his seat at the table and finishing his food. This was going to

be a long first day back.

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