Here is an example of that thing i told you about earlier or in my weird prolougy thingy in Lost and Found. and another thing. Carter gives a speech adn you probs won't recognize any of it becasue its made up of all these random presidential speeches i found.

Maverick

This is going to be fun Maverick thought as the X-Jet landed in front of the High School Antalya was attending. Yeah let's go see the girl that you fell for and then she left. Great plan Storm.

"Off you go." Beast smiled at him as he lowered the ramp. He grimaced and stepped off as it went into stealth mode and disappeared.

"Okay." He took a breath and walked inside. People were grinding others were talking and slow dancing, several were making out in the corner. "This is fucking fantastic; there are easily three hundred people in here…"

"Anastasia!" the shouting of a name caught his attention and he turned to see a ginger wrap his arms around a black haired girl in a purple dress, lifting her into the air and spinning her.

His heart stopped.

Antalya smiled at the boy laughing. He stood frozen as he took in what she looked like after those two years. Her hair was longer and her eyes had turned an electric blue. She was pale and by the looks of it was stronger than before. He watched as he talked to the boy and as another boy came forward. He kissed her cheek and pulled her onto the dance floor. Maverick felt his fist clench. The boy left and she began to walk off the floor.

"Now or never." He muttered walking forward. "Antalya!"

She froze and he took her hand pulling her close to dance. He bent his head to whisper in her ear and smelt the clean smell of soap, cotton and that lingering smell she always had of a strange mix of sea water and maple. "Just try and stay calm…"

Antalya

"Carter you're ahead of me." I pushed him forward getting my finger caught in his gown. It had been three months since the Prom and my gut was churning about what the X-Men might do at my Graduation.

"Am not." He said turning to look down at me, fucking six foot five person.

"Anastasia Dawn Yettle," I pointed to myself Antalya Silverfox-Howlett, "Carter Michael Yates."

"Touché." He nodded and smirked as I gulped and the music started. "Pomp and Circumstance Bitch."

"Stick to your computers kid." I slapped his shoulder as he began the slow trudge to the chairs.

"Shit shit shit shit." He muttered the word under his breath as he tried to run through the rush hour traffic, making it to the forest before he sprinted through the woods, "If I'm late she's gonna kill me."

"Micah Fredrick Xavier. High Honors." As he left I felt my eyes tear up. Xavier.

"You okay, Nat?" Carter whispered in my ear. I glanced over and the ginger was looking down at me in concern as I wiped my eye.

"Yeah. "I nodded sniffing. Total lie, "I'm fine."

He made it to the parking lot panting and rushed to the arena.

"Micah Frederick Xavier. High Honors." A name was called and he racked his brain for her last name.

"Yettle." He whispered, "I made it."

There is no fucking way I'm missing my daughter's graduation.

"Carter Michael Yates, Highest Honors and Valedictorian." Carter stood and walked forward getting his diploma and going to the microphone as the principle furrowed her eyebrows.

"Oh god." I laughed to myself, "He's actually going to do it."

"Okay." He coughed, "Hi I'm Carter. And I have a speech that I sort of arranged with the help of my friend. It's pretty much made of other people speeches. So here we go."

He cleared his throat and pulled out a piece of paper.

"One Score and Three years ago," He started, "We were taught to resolve our conflicts with words not weapons. We also learned that no nation is fit to serve judgment on another nation. Over the years we have learned that Effort and courage are not enough without purpose and direction. And so remember my dear friends, A Man is not finished when he is defeated but when he quits. Also the best prize that life offers is the chance to work hard at work worth doing. It is hard to fail, but it is worse never to have tried to succeed. In this life we get nothing save effort. There is nothing to fear but fear itself my fellow students. Life will be hard after this. But pray not for easier lives, but to be stronger men and woman. When you have an Elephant by its hind leg and it's trying to run let it run man. We are the elephants. And We. Will. Run!"

Cheering came from the stands and the floor as he raised his hands in two peace signs like Nixon.

He smiled and bowed backing up and twirling his diploma in his hand.

"Anastasia Dawn Yettle, Highest Honors and Salutatorian." My name Shit.

I stood the sun glaring in my eyes as I walked up the stage. I gave a quick glance to the stands to see my family, my parents and little brother, standing and clapping. It was a hollow noise. My heart was racing and I accepted my diploma when I saw a figure by the fence.

I froze in the middle of the stage.

He was smoking a cigar in his leather jacket and worn blue jeans. He was leaning up against the fence with both elbows. His pants were scuffed with dirt and there was a healing cut on his face that closed up as I looked at him.

"Anastasia." The principle whispered pointing to the microphone. I nodded and walked up my gaze still on the man.

"Hello." I smiled, "Sorry about that. Nerves." People chuckled. Thank you people. "You all know me well enough. Anastasia Yettle, Head of the National Honor Society at our school. Powder-puff game MVP. Track Runner and as the mysterious girl that showed up as the Yettle's daughter at the beginning of junior year."

I took a breath and glanced at the man. He was still the cigar in his fingers and he jerked his head in a nod.

"I know I'm supposed to give a 'what's out there' speech but," I shook my head and looked at the empty podium, "But I think the truth is a well earned reward as well."

"What are you doing Antalya?" Logan, aka Wolverine, watched as his daughter began her speech and crept into the bleachers. He sat down next to a couple and their young son.

"Who are you here for?" The man asked him and he looked on stage.

"Her." he jerked his head and the man furrowed his eyebrows.

"My daughter?" he blinked at the Logan who furrowed his eyebrows back, "Anastasia?"

"We met a while ago. "He nodded and the man eyed his suspiciously. Fuck.

"I am not who you think I am. "I looked back up and saw that Logan had sat down next to Mason Yettle. Hell. "My parents aren't the Yettle's."

Muttering was heard and I continued. Mason's eyes went wide and he glanced at Logan who leaned forward intrigued.

"My parents weren't married when I was born." I closed my eyes and looked down to see Carter looking at me with his mouth slightly open and his eyes narrowed in confusion. "My Mother's name was Kayla Silverfox and my Father is James Howlett. My mom's dead." I said bluntly and Carter blinked as I looked back up, "She was killed in the Three Mile Island accident sixteen years ago. My father didn't know I existed until two years ago after I was almost killed in a plane crash and was saved by a mutant by the name of Jeremiah Fitch, in rural Ohio." At the mention of a mutant there were several angry shouts. This town hates mutants. "He quickly realized that…" I took a breath preparing myself, "…that he was among one of his own."

Silence followed as I gripped my diploma tightly.

"I am a Mutant." I stated looking out over the crowd, "Much like my parents. My mom could touch anyone and then persuade them to do as she asked and they would. My father was born in Canada in the 1830's. He still looks like he's in his late twenties early thirties. My aunt could turn her skin into diamond. My uncle has retractable claws as fingernails. I…" I sighed and looked back down at Carter because he was easier to look at. His eyes were wide and had a glint of…respect? …Fear? …Pride? I don't know. "I have claws in my hands that are made of diamonds I think. The rest of my bones are coated in diamond as well. I have several other mutations and it would take me a while to list them all so I leave you with this."

At that I extended my claws to their full length and Logan grinned.

"Mutants aren't all bad and I'm glad that the X-Men sent me here to prove so." I said into the microphone slowly, "Congratulations. You are the first graduation class of Alexandria high School to have a self pronounced mutant. My Name is Antalya Dawn Silverfox-Howlett and…

I was going to say something like "Thank you" or "Good luck" but when I looked up and saw several policemen heading towards me that made me a bit mad. Well more like furious. But Storm taught me how to control my temper.

"…This is why they sent me!" I clenched my jaw as they neared the stage, "We aren't all bad!"

"Okay Mutant." The Closest cop snarled as I retracted my claws and punched him in the jaw. There were several bouts of clapping and I smiled. But there was more gasping with also made me smile.

I heard Logan start cheering as I jumped off the stage and ripped off my gown revealing my leather jacket like his and my worn jeans.

"That's my girl!" He smiled and ran down the steps catching me in a hug. "Come on Antalya."

And with that we ran into the forest off my Maine high school with them gaping at us as we ran.