Subject: [OTL]: [Max-X] School Days, School Days Tra La, La, La, La- Prologue Date: Sun, 20 Feb 2000 07:45:00 -0800 From: Trumpetlee@aol.com Disclaimer: The kids are mine. Everyone else is either Marvel's or DC's. No money. Don't sue. Note: This comes two years After "School's In... I Think." The kids are now around sixteen. This is the start of the new series of stories. School Days, School Days, Tra La, La, La, La: Prologue :Lee Tybird That's when I heard the alarm clock explode. It woke me up. I hate being woken up by strange sounds, though I guess I should be used to it by now. I'm Justin Constantine. I'm sixteen, and the son of John Constantine. Bastard extraordinaire. I don't think he's a bastard, really. He's a good dad. I mean, there are three of us Constantine buggers, and he's had to deal with a lot of shit. He still manages to spend some quality time with us. Even if I have mucked about with his spell-weaving quite a bit. And pantsed my Granddad who's stuck in damnation at the moment. I have an excuse! I'm the son of John Constantine! This sorta shit runs in the family! I'm allowed to do these things! My Mum is Kit. She's Irish, yeah. She's really nice, an' a great Mum. I love her. It's a bit interesting when she an' Dad start in with each other, though. They like to argue. If you're wondering about the accent, I was born and bred in London, England. Rich? Nah. High class? Nah. Weird? Hell's bells, Yes! I now live, and go to school at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters in Massachusetts. How did I get here? I'm a mutant. That's right. I'm special! Not that I wasn't special already (My mum used to tell me I was special. I love her so much). I have the power to turn myself into water. Splash people, drown people, put myself into a super-soaker and squirt people. That's why they call me Drip. Why a code-name? Well, y' see, we're part of the X-Men family. That means lots of angst (just like home), lots of weird shit (just like home) and lots of pretty women (okay, we didn't have a lot of this back home, but you get the idea!). But don't be afraid! My team hasn't fought in about two years! See, we transferred here from the Westchester school, in hopes to be a little bit normal. We live in the dorms, but we're the only ones who do, everyone else lives at home and stuff. A month after we got here, no one had attacked. NO ONE! So, we said, screw the fighting bit. We're gonna be normal! And that's how it's been for the past two years. Anyway, I got up, and got dressed. (Blue jeans, a white T-shirt. It was hot, so the trench coat stayed in the closet.) I walked downstairs, and crossed over to the girl's dorm. I got up to the second floor and to a door with a Bob Dylan poster on it. I slowly opened the door and came in. "Oh, Time Bomb..." Carollynn Illyana Wisdom's hand went back under the covers, and she rolled over. The alarm sizzled and basically caved in on itself. This was Connie. She's my sort-of girlfriend. I like her. I really do, but I'm nervous as all hell, so I haven't really acted on how I feel. And I know that I've known her since we were really little, but I still don't have the balls. "Sod off, Justin," came a muffled voice from the bed. See why? I walked over, and sat on the end of the bed. "Almost time t' get up. Classes start soon." "Huh?" "Classes." "Yer nuts." "This is new?" "No, I'm stating a fact." "Get up." "Sod off." "Get up." "Okay, bugger off." "Get up." "Bloody 'ell, wot part of 'bugger off' don't you understand, Just?! Why can't you let me sleep?" "Cause we got classes in..." I snatched the watch from off her bed stand. "A half hour." "It can wait." "Classes can, but the teachers can't." "Yes they can. Wot is it? Five-thirty in the morning?" I nodded with a sigh. "They can wait till six. At least." I was blinking in thought. My brain clicked together, sort of like a Tetris game, and I could feel the little light bulb in my head go "Ding!" I looked at her, got up, and headed out the door. "Shit, yer right." *** "I love to singa about the moona and the juna and the springa. I love to singa about a sky so blue and a tea for two. I love to, I love to siiiiiing!" I sighed. "I know, Charlie. Can you get out of the bathroom now? Please?" "I'll be out in a minute!" "You said that a half hour ago," I replied. This was getting old. Don't get me wrong, I love Charlie. But this was ridiculous. "Hmm..." I heard Charlie say. "Maybe you should hop in, if you need a shower so bad!" "And how do you think my father would feel about that?!" My dad can get very protective. Especially when he found out I was dating the biggest party animal in school. I guess I should tell you a little about that. I'm Sharona Lebeau. I'm about sixteen, and daughter of Remy Lebeau and Bella Donna Bordeaux. Sound French enough? They're from New Orleans. I was born there, too, but...well... It's a really long story, and I'm not gonna get into it at five-thirty in the morning. My mom, Bella, died, so I have a step-mom. Rogue. I also have a half sister, Grace. She's four, and so cute. I live in the girl's dorm of Xavier's... You already know? Justin told you? I'm won't bore you, then. I'll just tell you that I have the ability to heal people. I was still in my pajamas, waiting outside the bathroom. I was using Charlie's shower because the one on my floor of the girls' dorm broke, and the adults had yet to fix it (hint, hint). We had a half-hour before class, and if he didn't get out fast, I wasn't gonna get my shower. It's times like this when I wish I had offensive powers. *** Oh where, oh where have my underpants gone. Oh where, oh where can they be? That's right. I'm looking for my underwear. This is not funny! I bet Maggie and Angela took them... They're always looking for a good laugh. Or maybe it's my roommate, Jacen. He's big enough to pick on me. Big enough of a jockstrap, too. Ah ha! Underwear!... oh... wait... it's dirty... Ew. And... EW! IT'S JACEN'S! EVEN BIGGER EW! Sorry about that. My name is Joseph Kevin Cassidey. The scary, psychotic result of Sean and Moira. Now divorced. My dad married his teaching partner up in Massachusetts. Emma. The White Queen, who knows almost every possible way to be a bitch. Not to mention get into those tight-ass revealing things she calls clothes. Moira, my Mom, is a workaholic who lives off the coast of Scotland. She can also be a real bitch sometimes. Especially when it takes her almost two weeks to return one of your calls. And then there are my sisters. One of them is my foster sister. That's Rahne. She helped in the delivery room when I was born. She's so cool. She married Doug Ramsey, and they have triplets. Two boys and a girl. They're younger than I am. They live with my mom in Scotland. Then there's my Dad's (much) older daughter, Terry. She's my half sister. She's so cool. She lives out in California with X-Force. She always brings me cool stuff, and we do everything together. Then there's my dad's (much) younger daughter. I can't tell if she's cool or not yet. She's only four. So far, she's just exceedingly cute, and is nothing like my bitchy stepmother. Well, I finally found my underpants, and I slipped into them. Aaaahhhh. I got the rest of my clothes out, and put them on. Yep, this is the normal routine. Off to classes!!