Jubilee
Jubilee snapped her gum, then blew a bubble as she tapped away at her computer.
Stupid essay. Stupid Storm. Stupid school.
She wanted to be out causing havoc. Blading around, making Scooter or Jeannie have a fit as she took the stairs at a jump and skidded out before streaking off. Hanging with her Wolvie, she didn't care what this...Faith person said. Ah, why did Wolvie always fall for bitches? Danger Room, getting some more practice in, because there was no way the next time something happened she would go down so easy like she had when Stryker attacked.
That had just been pitiful weak. She'd relaxed, thought she was safe. Nowhere was safe. She, of all people, should know that. Her parents had been shot down in their own house. And they had been a happy, well adjusted, wealthy Beverly Hills family. Course, the money had been gone when they got shot so she was thrown into a juvey hall, then another, and then she'd run like heck so she wouldn't be taken to China and her only living relatives.
Oh man, she hated history. Stupid M. Suggesting since she was Chinese, she might as well study up on her heritage. Yeah, Jubilee has your Chinese right here, beotch. Boxer Rebellion sucked. She was so gonna get M back for this...
She tapped away at the keyboard as she wrote the essay, flicking between windows to get her infomation.
Gotta love the World Wide Web.