My Travels with Ash and Friends
Ash's Scizor
marcavincent@comcast.net
A school for the "gifted" (part 4)
	First, I'd like to thank The Mage of Ice for his reviews. 
Next, I'd like to ask everyone else to submit his/her reviews, I 
need feedback! Now, ON WITH THE FIC!

Day 2(continued)
	"I have no special abilidy," I said.
	Are you sure?
	"Cut dat out!" as I said this, a chair was raised off the floor 
and fell to the ground with a crash. The man in the wheelchair 
gave me a vindicated look. "Okay, whacha say yoh name was?"
	"My name is Professor Charles Xavier. This is my school for 
mutants, like yourself," he replied.
	"And, wha--" The door opened and the two women I first met 
entered.
	"This is Dr. Jean Grey," he said gesturing toward the red-
haired one, "and this is Ororo Munroe, also called 'Storm'," he 
introduced the woman who had made the lightning strike.
	"But, how was I liftit into the air?" I asked.
	"I did that," said Dr. Grey. I gaped. That voice! 
	"Yes, that was me you 'heard'." The window now had a crack 
in it.
	"Professor, I--Who's this?" a kid about my age entered the 
room.
	"Marc," I said, "and you ah?" I offered my hand.
	"Bobby," we shook hands, "but, I prefer 'Iceman'," he said. 
When I let go, I noticed that I had a thin layer of ice on my hand.
"You can get your book, Bobby," said Xavier.
"Thanks," said Bobby, "See ya 'round?"
"Uh, sure," I replied as Bobby left the room, "I've gotta go, 
Mistah Xaviah, but--"
	"We can help you find her," he interjected.
To be continued...
Ash's Scizor: Thank you, thank you!*Bowing*
Random readers: *throwing rotten fruit, vegetables, 
ect.**booing*
A.S.: >_> *annoyed sigh* Reviews, please.