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Scott’s alarm went off, in a unbearable noise that meant get up now.

"Ugh," Scott groaned and lifted his sleepy head off his pillow, and looked at the clock,"8 o’clock am, ugh, too early." Scott wanted to go back to sleep but he knew the new mutant was coming that morning. He heaved himself out of bed and went to take a shower and change.

Scott had finally made it downstairs, after having some trouble finding his red shades. He saw every one already up, and they started breakfast with out him! Scott was starving as he took his seat next to Jean.

"You’re late," Rogue said, quoting what he had said when she was late. Scott looked up at her when he noticed what she was doing.

"Ha Ha Ha! very funny!" Scott replied and started to stack pancakes on his plate. The Prof. was confused, but he didn't bother to ask what that was all about. Instead, he was busy watching the dining room clock. The X men talked about Wes and when he was coming, all through breakfast.

As Kurt and Evan cleared the table, Scott went to watch for Wes through the window. Jean and Kitty were helping clean the living room with Ororo.

"What’s this guys history?" Rogue asked the Prof. again. She just wanted to make sure that the Prof. wasn’t lying to them last night. At that moment a sleek white limo pulled in to the driveway, followed by a small U-Haul truck. Scott’s eyes widened when he saw it.

The Prof. started to answer Rogue’s question, but Scott spoke before the Prof. Could open his mouth.

"He’s a spoiled little rich boy." Every one turned and looked at him.

"How do you know?" Kurt asked as he put down the dishes on the table.

"Just look out the window" Scott replied and motioned behind him. Every one dropped what they were doing and ran over to the windows.

"Wow!" Kurt said with his face up against the glass.

"Shall we go and meet this kid?" the Prof. asked. he knew that was a stupid question but he just had to ask.

"Ya!" they all shouted and ran out the door.

Wes looked out the window and saw the X mansion. *Nice place* Wes thought.

"See, they live in a big house and you use to live in a big house! Not much of a difference!" His uncle John said to the reluctant teen.

"There is one tiny difference though, I’m gonna live with a bunch of Freaks!" Wes yelled towards the front of the limo.

"Look, we’ve gone over this a thousand times! It is better for you to live with people that are like you. they can help you control your powers." John said and shut off the engine.

"I know how to control my powers! I’ve had them since I was 10!" Wes replied. His uncle just pissed him off! * He doesn’t know what is good for me! I Do! but Nooooo! he has to go and screw my life up even more! I don’t need any more stress right now! I already have to deal with my mom and dad’s death, deal with my rents’(parents) will, and now this!! Just Great! My life officially SUCKS!* Wes thought to himself, folded his arms across his chest and pouted. He saw his uncle talking to some people. A woman with long white hair, a bald man in a wheel chair, a girl with long red hair, a guy with red shades, a girl with a white streak in her hair, a blond guy, a German guy and a girl with brown hair in a ponytail. *So that’s who im gonna live with from now on..... great! a bunch of losers! But the girl with the white streak in her hair is hot! huh... this might not be so bad after all* Wes thought and smiled.

John sighed and approached Prof. X and the others.

"Prof. Xaviar I presume," John said and shook the Prof. Hand.

"You presume correctly Mr. Collins.

"Please, call me John." John hated it when people called Mr. Collins. It sounded too much like some one was calling his father.

"Sure, this is Ororo, Scott, Jean, Rogue, Evan, Kurt and this is Kitty" the Prof. Said as he motioned to each xmen. Everyone waved and said Hi.

"Nice to meet all of you," John said with a smile and he motioned to the limo," and Wes is in the limo. He really didn’t want to come but I made him. He’s probably in there pouting." The Prof. Laughed.

"Is there any way we can get him out?" Ororo asked. She wanted to meet Wes ever since the Prof. had told them about him. John went over to the limo and rapped on the window.

"Wes come out and meet the Prof." John didn’t get a response from Wes so he tried again, but thins time he was a little firmer," Wesley come out now." Still nothing and that mad John mad. "WESLEY JOSHUA COLLINS! GET YOUR MUTANT BUTT OUT OF THIS CAR, NOW!" John exploded, facing the black window. All the xmen were surprised.

"Sorry ‘bout that. That’s the only way I can get him out," John apologized to them," It’s just so hard to take care of him. It was easier for my brother because they had something in common. They were both mutants. I wasn’t. So Wes thinks that I don’t understand him, but I do. He just doesn’t get it."

"Wait, so your saying that your brother, Wes’s father, was a mutant." Jean asked. She thought that it was interesting that Wes would only respect his father because he was a mutant.

"Yes that’s right."

"HUH....interesting" Scott said.

*Well, Uncle John is pissed. I guess im in trouble. Big deal, im still not going! But still, they seem pretty nice...NO! what am I saying?!!? There freaks! They can’t help me!* Wes took off his light blue shades and rubbed his eyes. He wore his shades 24/7. He didn’t do it for a fashion statement, it was so no one could see his eyes. Wes’s eyes weren’t what you would call...normal. He had no pupil. All he had was the white part and a little light blue circle. People thought that he was blind, but blind people’s eyes don't exactly glow light blue. They emeditly called him a mutant and taunted him. Wes go so fed up with the constant things his classmates and strangers told him, he started to wear shades all the time. If people asked why he wore them, he would just reply ‘Cause I want to’.

"Let me try to get him out of the car" the Prof. Said.

"Sure, you can try but I dont think that will do anything." John replied. He was very annoyed and very embarrassed of his nephew’s immature behavior. The Prof. Wheeled himself up to the black window’s of the limo.

"Wes? Wes, I know you can hear me. I’m Prof. Charles Xavair. I run this school. Please Wes, just give me a chance to try to help you. I know you have been in a lot of stress lately, and as you get older it can be harder to controll your powers. Give us a chance to help you and if you don’t like it here, then I promise, you can go home. No questions asked." Wes thought about it for about 5 mins. *OK...I’ll give them a shot* Wes thought to himself and put his shades back on. Wes opened the door and stepped out. All the girls were shocked! He was about 6 feet, buff, with a head of blond hair, and an earring in his right ear. He was wearing baggy Tommy Hilfiger jeans and T-shirt. Over the shirt he had black leather jacket on. He went up to the Prof. And towered over him.

"I’ll give you and this school a chance. But if I don’t like it, Im gone."

"Deal" the Prof. Said with a smile on his face. He stuck out his hand so they could shake on it.

"Shall we go in side?" the Prof. Said. He turned his wheelchair around and headed to the front door. Wes just shrugged his shoulders and followed the wheelchair bound man. His Uncle followed, along with three giggling xmen girls and three xmen guys, who just rolled their eyes.

To B continued.....

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