Post by Jubilee on Sept 29, 2006 9:00:33 GMT -5
'Sigh. Another class, another stupid 'get-to-know-you' game.' Jubilee had been at Xavier's so long, she'd almost forgotten how lame first-day-of-school stuff was.
It was Humanities, and they were supposed to tell the person next to them some things about themselves, and then they would each stand up and introduce the other to the class. Jubes was sitting sprawled back in her chair with her legs straight out past the front of her desk, only half-listening to her classmates' introductions. Her partner, a born-and-bred valley girl, was sitting tense, probably steeling herself for what Jubilee had told her to say to the class.
"Alright, Laura and Jubilation?"
Jubes didn't register that the teacher was talking to her for a good ten seconds. She couldn't remember the last time someone had called her Jubilation.
"Oh. Right," Jubilee said, standing from her chair. She'd worn her usual yellow raincoat, paired with a pink tee that had a black heart with a black outline around it, and green cargo pants. Not to mention the huge silver hoops on her ears and the red headband holding her black hair away from her face. She stuck out like a sore thumb anywhere, let alone in the stuffy prep school where everyone's parents paid an arm and a leg for the most-expensive, yet cheapest-made clothes, and the girls ate nothing but crystal light (which half of them puked up later anyway out of guilt).
But to Jubes, it was whatever. To each their own; dress and let dress; all that hippie shmuck.
"This is Laura Sampson. She went here last year, and the year before, and she's been living here for-prettymuch-ever. Some unique things about her are that she does JV cheerleading, and she wants to be a beautician."
As Jubilee sat, satisfied, Laura Sampson stood. Jubes re-assumed her relaxed position as her buddy cleared her throat and looked down at the paper that held Jubes' 'about me' info.
"This is Jubilation Lee, but everyone calls her Jubilee. She's from Westchester, New York, where she went to a boarding school, and before that she lived in Beverly Hills."
Laura paused, her tone growing increasingly embarrassed as she continued, as though she wished she were anywhere in the world but there, saying what she had to say.
"And something unique about her is that...thatshesamutantandshe, uh...shecanmakefireworks."
There was a long pause, in which those who hadn't caught a word stared, bewildered, and those who had caught parts stared, wondering if they'd heard her correctly. The teacher ventured, "Could you repeat that again, Miss Sampson?"
"She's a mutant. And she can...make fireworks."
All eyes turned on Jubilee in awe and fear--sure, they'd heard about mutants, seen them on the news, but most had never met one. At least not one who proclaimed their mutantcy so outrightly.
And Jubilee returned their stares with a smirk, her eyes blazing with fierce pride, until one by one they looked away.
It was Humanities, and they were supposed to tell the person next to them some things about themselves, and then they would each stand up and introduce the other to the class. Jubes was sitting sprawled back in her chair with her legs straight out past the front of her desk, only half-listening to her classmates' introductions. Her partner, a born-and-bred valley girl, was sitting tense, probably steeling herself for what Jubilee had told her to say to the class.
"Alright, Laura and Jubilation?"
Jubes didn't register that the teacher was talking to her for a good ten seconds. She couldn't remember the last time someone had called her Jubilation.
"Oh. Right," Jubilee said, standing from her chair. She'd worn her usual yellow raincoat, paired with a pink tee that had a black heart with a black outline around it, and green cargo pants. Not to mention the huge silver hoops on her ears and the red headband holding her black hair away from her face. She stuck out like a sore thumb anywhere, let alone in the stuffy prep school where everyone's parents paid an arm and a leg for the most-expensive, yet cheapest-made clothes, and the girls ate nothing but crystal light (which half of them puked up later anyway out of guilt).
But to Jubes, it was whatever. To each their own; dress and let dress; all that hippie shmuck.
"This is Laura Sampson. She went here last year, and the year before, and she's been living here for-prettymuch-ever. Some unique things about her are that she does JV cheerleading, and she wants to be a beautician."
As Jubilee sat, satisfied, Laura Sampson stood. Jubes re-assumed her relaxed position as her buddy cleared her throat and looked down at the paper that held Jubes' 'about me' info.
"This is Jubilation Lee, but everyone calls her Jubilee. She's from Westchester, New York, where she went to a boarding school, and before that she lived in Beverly Hills."
Laura paused, her tone growing increasingly embarrassed as she continued, as though she wished she were anywhere in the world but there, saying what she had to say.
"And something unique about her is that...thatshesamutantandshe, uh...shecanmakefireworks."
There was a long pause, in which those who hadn't caught a word stared, bewildered, and those who had caught parts stared, wondering if they'd heard her correctly. The teacher ventured, "Could you repeat that again, Miss Sampson?"
"She's a mutant. And she can...make fireworks."
All eyes turned on Jubilee in awe and fear--sure, they'd heard about mutants, seen them on the news, but most had never met one. At least not one who proclaimed their mutantcy so outrightly.
And Jubilee returned their stares with a smirk, her eyes blazing with fierce pride, until one by one they looked away.
