A Steel Magnolia's Guide to Coping With Mutation (And Life In
General)
By: Sweet Audrina
Summary: An in-depth look at Charles Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters through the eyes of one its chief citizen, Rogue. Post "X2", so don't look if you don't want to be spoiled.
Rating: PG-13 for various uses of the word "fuck" and other charming 4-letter words.
Disclaimer: I wash my hands clean of this, it don't belong to me, obviously.
Authors note: I haven't touched X-men fanfiction in a very long time, but I hope you all like this piece of tripe what I wrote! This one is for Debby, who I have been talking to ever since I did "Days of Our Lives" fanfiction. On with the story! Oh, look for the "Chicago" reference in this! Oh and I am not a X-men expert yet, so I pretty much guessed which classes they take in the school and who teaches them. Let that be a warning flamers, I already owned up to my inadequacies with details.
Virgin diary entry of Rogue, X-woman, and newly empowered female (emotionally)
I wake up every morning to the reverberating snores of my fellow roommates, and sometimes I wonder where the hell I am. Of course, it sets in that I am sharing a room with three other girls, and I live at a learning institution. Sick days are really hard to get hold of when you live in a school. Used to be that every time I was slightly ill or just faking it, my parents wouldn't even question me and I would be living large at home sipping green kool-aid and watching "Passions". It's different here.
Usually we were subjected to Dr. Grey's rigorous examination and nothing short of malaria or menstrual cramps could get us a free day's rest. Now it's Dr. McCoy's rigorous examination and menstrual cramps don't count as a life threatening illness. I hate men. I really hate men a lot.
I put the breaks on the already grandma-paced relationship that I was having with Bobby Drake. I just can't explain it, he's sweet and nice, but ever so...is boring the word I am looking for? Yes, he's boring. Boring as in, Scott Summers's lectures on the mating habits of whatever Latin-named bug he is talking about for whatever lesson plan his grief-stricken mind can cook up.
It really is sort of pathetic, even though she was his true love and all. I'm sure that he was more in love with her than she with him. She had that roving eye that set square on Logan. I hated her for that. For holding onto his heart with an iron fist, leading him on like a bull with a nose ring. Sometimes, in the darkest of my thoughts, I just wished she'd go away. Not die, mind you, just go away. Well, she went away all right. I doubt she'll be paying any of her former lovers a call any time soon.
What was my consolation prize for not holding Logan's heart? Safe sweet Bobby, who never says no. It was sweet for a while, but like all young lovers, one has to get bored with the other eventually. I was bored for a long time without knowing it. Dead bored.
Things have changed around here with the two blue additions we acquired. Dr. Hank McCoy is a good person I suppose, despite his indifference to feminine discomfort. Aside from being the school nurse he also teaches chemistry. Kurt Wagner, who I owe my life to, got to start his own religion class in the school. It's an elective, and since he saved me, and all, I took it.
I swear I will not rest until I hear wedding bells for Ms. Monroe and Kurt Wagner. They seriously have so much tension that you would need a chainsaw to cut through it. Despite the fact that he's blue and she's not, they would be a very good couple. I see my life work before me, with Kitty and Jub's help of course.
Now I have to go into something that is slightly disturbing. Logan is trying to help around the school by being a teacher, which is fine. The disturbing thing is he being a home economics teacher. Home-EC, for the uneducated among you, is where usually female teachers try their hand at domesticating other females through baking mostly crap, anally showing them how to set a table, and sewing. Logan is teaching this class.
His other class is gym, which is quite advantageous for us girls who want to gape at him in typical gym teacher clothes that would ordinarily look wrong on the stereotypical over fifty, balding, beer belly instructor. My, but Logan has gorgeous legs!
He, unfortunately for the asthmatics of the school, smokes like a chimney through both the classes he teaches. It's particularly humorous when he is giving the required lecture about how smoking affects pregnancy, and how it kills your insides, I am waiting for the day where he declares the lecture a "whole bunch of heaping bullshit" and promptly passes out a box of his coveted cigars to the class.
Now, while I'm on the subject of bad boys, we have a new arrival at the school, (yet again!), some Cajun boy named Remy LeBeau. He hasn't arrived yet, but from what I heard, Ms. Monroe had to go through a whole lot of trouble to get him here. I also hear that he's a thief, and not much to look at. I am not really dying of curiosity, because one of the other rumors floating around was that he was a chauvinistic womanizing man-slut. I really have had enough of those.
I've really got to go now; the whole school has to give Remy a big welcome at a required assembly.
"Rogue"
End of Chapter
By: Sweet Audrina
Summary: An in-depth look at Charles Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters through the eyes of one its chief citizen, Rogue. Post "X2", so don't look if you don't want to be spoiled.
Rating: PG-13 for various uses of the word "fuck" and other charming 4-letter words.
Disclaimer: I wash my hands clean of this, it don't belong to me, obviously.
Authors note: I haven't touched X-men fanfiction in a very long time, but I hope you all like this piece of tripe what I wrote! This one is for Debby, who I have been talking to ever since I did "Days of Our Lives" fanfiction. On with the story! Oh, look for the "Chicago" reference in this! Oh and I am not a X-men expert yet, so I pretty much guessed which classes they take in the school and who teaches them. Let that be a warning flamers, I already owned up to my inadequacies with details.
Virgin diary entry of Rogue, X-woman, and newly empowered female (emotionally)
I wake up every morning to the reverberating snores of my fellow roommates, and sometimes I wonder where the hell I am. Of course, it sets in that I am sharing a room with three other girls, and I live at a learning institution. Sick days are really hard to get hold of when you live in a school. Used to be that every time I was slightly ill or just faking it, my parents wouldn't even question me and I would be living large at home sipping green kool-aid and watching "Passions". It's different here.
Usually we were subjected to Dr. Grey's rigorous examination and nothing short of malaria or menstrual cramps could get us a free day's rest. Now it's Dr. McCoy's rigorous examination and menstrual cramps don't count as a life threatening illness. I hate men. I really hate men a lot.
I put the breaks on the already grandma-paced relationship that I was having with Bobby Drake. I just can't explain it, he's sweet and nice, but ever so...is boring the word I am looking for? Yes, he's boring. Boring as in, Scott Summers's lectures on the mating habits of whatever Latin-named bug he is talking about for whatever lesson plan his grief-stricken mind can cook up.
It really is sort of pathetic, even though she was his true love and all. I'm sure that he was more in love with her than she with him. She had that roving eye that set square on Logan. I hated her for that. For holding onto his heart with an iron fist, leading him on like a bull with a nose ring. Sometimes, in the darkest of my thoughts, I just wished she'd go away. Not die, mind you, just go away. Well, she went away all right. I doubt she'll be paying any of her former lovers a call any time soon.
What was my consolation prize for not holding Logan's heart? Safe sweet Bobby, who never says no. It was sweet for a while, but like all young lovers, one has to get bored with the other eventually. I was bored for a long time without knowing it. Dead bored.
Things have changed around here with the two blue additions we acquired. Dr. Hank McCoy is a good person I suppose, despite his indifference to feminine discomfort. Aside from being the school nurse he also teaches chemistry. Kurt Wagner, who I owe my life to, got to start his own religion class in the school. It's an elective, and since he saved me, and all, I took it.
I swear I will not rest until I hear wedding bells for Ms. Monroe and Kurt Wagner. They seriously have so much tension that you would need a chainsaw to cut through it. Despite the fact that he's blue and she's not, they would be a very good couple. I see my life work before me, with Kitty and Jub's help of course.
Now I have to go into something that is slightly disturbing. Logan is trying to help around the school by being a teacher, which is fine. The disturbing thing is he being a home economics teacher. Home-EC, for the uneducated among you, is where usually female teachers try their hand at domesticating other females through baking mostly crap, anally showing them how to set a table, and sewing. Logan is teaching this class.
His other class is gym, which is quite advantageous for us girls who want to gape at him in typical gym teacher clothes that would ordinarily look wrong on the stereotypical over fifty, balding, beer belly instructor. My, but Logan has gorgeous legs!
He, unfortunately for the asthmatics of the school, smokes like a chimney through both the classes he teaches. It's particularly humorous when he is giving the required lecture about how smoking affects pregnancy, and how it kills your insides, I am waiting for the day where he declares the lecture a "whole bunch of heaping bullshit" and promptly passes out a box of his coveted cigars to the class.
Now, while I'm on the subject of bad boys, we have a new arrival at the school, (yet again!), some Cajun boy named Remy LeBeau. He hasn't arrived yet, but from what I heard, Ms. Monroe had to go through a whole lot of trouble to get him here. I also hear that he's a thief, and not much to look at. I am not really dying of curiosity, because one of the other rumors floating around was that he was a chauvinistic womanizing man-slut. I really have had enough of those.
I've really got to go now; the whole school has to give Remy a big welcome at a required assembly.
"Rogue"
End of Chapter