A few days later.

Emma sat in her bed clutching a mug of coffee. Her upper torso was wrapped in white gauze and an angry expression was on her face. Someone knocked on her door. She needn't ask who it was, she had sent Paige to the kitchen for some Almond Rocha ice-cream.

After all I've been through, she reasoned to herself, I deserve it.

Paige slipped through the door and walked to Emma.

"Um, here's your ice cream, ma'am."

"No need for formalities child, I'm much to weary for that."

Paige shrugged and handed the bowl to Emma. Emma frowned at the seeminly meager proportions that she had been served but did not complain.

"Uh," Paige began, "how are ya feelin'?"

"I went from a Triple D to a B, Paige, you tell me."

Paige blushed and looked away. "Well, if that's all ma'am, I'll be goin'."

"Yes, thats all."

Paige exited the room quickly.

Later that day Sean came in to discuss some of the school matters with Emma.

"...the boy, Thomas, has asked to be transfered," Banshee stated.

"Good, I'll be sure to send out his files myself," Emma replied cooly, already tensed for a drawn out arguement.

"Alright then, the lad leaves in the mornin'."

"WHAT?! So soon?"

"Aye, seems that the boy no longer feels comfortable or welcome here."

"Oh," sighed Emma, "That's wonderful!"

Sean smiled and rose, "Well, I'm gonna go on down and let the boy know that we'll be transferring him."

Emma smiled.

When Sean told the rest of Generation X the news he was afraid that they'd tear down the place. Fireworks and psionic energy streamed through the air, those who could fly were whipping around in circles, Angelo was so excited he couldn't keep taut and Penance even yelled, "Hurrah!" , but no one heard her though all the excitement. In fact, the Marvel colorists were so excited they even colored Artie and Leech the correct colors.

Thomas left in the morning while every one was still asleep and thats the last anyone ever heard from him again.

Note 1: Just what exactly, does Almond Rocha taste like? I "checked my grocers freezer" and couldn't find it anywhere. Brownie points to the person who can tell me what it tastes like!
Note 2: Thats it, the story is over. Ending it blunt was the only way I could do it. :)
Note 3: Ant resemblance to an actual person is entirely...on purpose. Some situations are possibly ficticious, however, others actually occured!
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