Sweets walked bashfully in the direction which the red haired boy had directed her. She slowly reached the class room door and pushed it open. She peeked in, a bit scared to enter.

(AHH FORGET MY POST ...i need to read sum more... I guess i forgot to refresh)

(sorry I had to eat, and you guyz move fast)Sweets tugged at his shirt. "What's it for?" she asked, her sad brown eyes gazing up at him mournfully. She was a little shocked to hear her own bubbly voice. She didn't talk much.

Sweets looked around. She wasn't sure what to do. She was used to people telling her what to do. Apparently, she must go to classes. She followed the red haired older boy, hoping he knew where to go.

Sweets looked at the bald man. She smiled dreamily to herself. Other mutants? She hoped they liked her. Nobody liked her. Except her imaginary friend, Poonie. She loved Poonie, but Poonie had left a few years ago and never come back. Since then, everything had gone wrong.

<<Hmm do you guys have a Wolverine yet?>>

"There is nothing wrong with it. Je just deserves a hot ride," Anishia said remodeling the motor. When she was done she had it float back in the wheelchair. Then made the engine float out to her hand to amp the horsepower. After all the guy had done for her the least she could do was give him a nice wheelchair.

A older boy ran into her room.
"Why are you still here?" he asked incredulously. She just stared at him. He waited a few seconds, waving his arms frantically.
"Oh nevermind! Just follow me!" he shouted, racing through the hallways. Every now and then her glanced back to see if she was following. She always was. Eventually the reached a place where an old bald man sat in the middle of a bunch of teenagers.
"Sorry she's late!"exclaimed the boy."I guess nobody told her."

"so whats wrong with the wheelchair i dont really see it" copy cat spoke "i dont thinks its the motor thoug" she said roughly

Anishia went over to the Professor and crouched down on her knees. For a moment she studied the wheelchair and tried to picture what she'd do with it. When she had she focused on the motor and slowly reached out with her hand. At first the motor merely trembled but then it came out and started to float above her hand. She couldn't help but smile with sadisfaction before starting to tune it with her finger.

<<okay then thanks just disregard the last sentence>>

(um actually I'm there to work on the Prof's ride)

<<idk wher to start ill take a shot at the dark>>
copy cat walked into the room in a different pair of clothes, a brown t-shirt with a jewel skull on it and skin tight black jeans.
"okay ive made a decision, ill stay here along with you professor, and the other..mutants" she said giving a wink towards gambit.
the professor saw the acknowledgement and try to read her thoughts

"a copy cat is only as good as it's victim she's copying" copy cat said with her mind looking at the professor "i can read you thoughts too" she whispered into his head.

"well okay, you will be escorted to your rooms and the young one here will begin classes to control her unique gift, anishia if you would please" the professor spoke

"You already know mine Professor," Anishia said placing her books on the desk. She knew he would probably have her tell it to the new people. Probably he'd want her to tell them both of her names. Anishia and Mech do to her uncanny ability to take apart, rebuild, and upgrade machinery. All thanks to her one of a kind mutant gene.

(thank you yours is cool too) Anishia smiled back at the man as she watched him go inside. Inside. Of course she was supposed to upgrade the wheelchair yesterday! "I'll catch up later guys zap Henry for me," she called to her friends rushing through the door. Pushing her way through the throng she tried to think up of an excuse. Only to hear the Professor telling her in her head it was alright.

(( in case i didnt notice I had dropped out of this RP cause it was moving to fast when I wasnt online :( I like that pic Anishia :P ))

(cool) Anishia couldn't help but watch the 'newbies' waiting for the Professor. She had been here for a year now and already considered it home. The fact that she didn't have anywhere else to go might have been a factor though. But mostly it was just because here she didn't have to be afraid of regular people. Here she could be herself.

(is that a yes or no?)

(may I join?)

Bella turned as some people started to walk by her and followed them. She had no idea what she was doing. She wished she could be walking out the door they had just come in but that wasnt gona happen.