Post by Rycluse on Nov 16, 2004 23:43:43 GMT -5
It was a typical day for me. I stood at the doors of this place I'd never entered, never knew about, and never once thought I'd ever see, not sure of what to do next. A group of students that looked just as normal as I did walked past me and entered without hesitation.
"You okay?" said one boy.
"I'm..." I stopped.
"It's okay. We're all safe here." he smiled and held the door for me as I grabbed my backpack and headed inside.
Upon my initial steps, something puzzled me. What did he me by we? Ever since my accident in science class, I was no longer part of a collective we. I was... different. I was... dangerous... not only to my friends, but my family and any one else who I might come into contact with. This was my reason for being here.
"Welcome Angelica." said an older man in a motorized wheelchair. I was startled to know he even knew of my exsistance let alone my actual name. "We've been expecting you."
"Me? But... how..." I stopped, a bit shaken up that he knew all this...
"All your questions will be answered in time. Come... let's get you settled in." he said turning around and heading down the hallway, explaining a few rules and other pleasantries as I followed him hoping I hadn't made a mistake.
"You aren't the only outcast in society you know Miss Webster. Hundreds of children and teenagers like yourself who find themselves in awkward situations find their way here." he said. "I myself was one... just like you... and still am. Proudly I might add."
I looked at him and smirked. He wasn't anything like me I thought to myself...
"But I am. You will see. Please step into my office."
I did as asked. It was strange, but oddly enough, I knew I could trust this man.
"I do apologize. I didn't properly introduce myself. I'm Professor Charles Xavier. This is my school for the gifted." he begin as he wheeled himself around behind his desk.
"So... this place is like Harvard or something?" I asked sitting down.
"Not exactly. Tell me... when did you first realize that you were indeed gifted?" he said.
"I'm not gifted. I'm a freak of nature sir. There's no helping me." I replied, slightly becoming angered. I could feel the venom boiling through my veins. I clutched my bag tightly trying to calm myself down.
"No need to get excited child. We're here to help you. You'll find that you'll learn more as the weeks go by. You're not alone here. Every child here has a gift just like you do. Some were born with their mutations... others, like you... weren't and are still trying to come to grips with no longer being your average human being. Despite these differences, deep down, we are all still human." He smile before opening a file cabinet.
"So... this is a refuge then? For... mutants?" I asked curiously.
"In a matter of speaking yes." He smiled before opening the folder he'd pulled out as I relaxed a bit more. He began telling me the story of how he and an old friend built the school to help young mutants like myself who felt they were outcasts in society. By the end of his speech, I was content and felt as if I'd made the right choice. He even offered to help me learn to control my abilities to where I would know when to use them.
For the first time since that accident... strangely... I felt as if I were home...
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"You okay?" said one boy.
"I'm..." I stopped.
"It's okay. We're all safe here." he smiled and held the door for me as I grabbed my backpack and headed inside.
Upon my initial steps, something puzzled me. What did he me by we? Ever since my accident in science class, I was no longer part of a collective we. I was... different. I was... dangerous... not only to my friends, but my family and any one else who I might come into contact with. This was my reason for being here.
"Welcome Angelica." said an older man in a motorized wheelchair. I was startled to know he even knew of my exsistance let alone my actual name. "We've been expecting you."
"Me? But... how..." I stopped, a bit shaken up that he knew all this...
"All your questions will be answered in time. Come... let's get you settled in." he said turning around and heading down the hallway, explaining a few rules and other pleasantries as I followed him hoping I hadn't made a mistake.
"You aren't the only outcast in society you know Miss Webster. Hundreds of children and teenagers like yourself who find themselves in awkward situations find their way here." he said. "I myself was one... just like you... and still am. Proudly I might add."
I looked at him and smirked. He wasn't anything like me I thought to myself...
"But I am. You will see. Please step into my office."
I did as asked. It was strange, but oddly enough, I knew I could trust this man.
"I do apologize. I didn't properly introduce myself. I'm Professor Charles Xavier. This is my school for the gifted." he begin as he wheeled himself around behind his desk.
"So... this place is like Harvard or something?" I asked sitting down.
"Not exactly. Tell me... when did you first realize that you were indeed gifted?" he said.
"I'm not gifted. I'm a freak of nature sir. There's no helping me." I replied, slightly becoming angered. I could feel the venom boiling through my veins. I clutched my bag tightly trying to calm myself down.
"No need to get excited child. We're here to help you. You'll find that you'll learn more as the weeks go by. You're not alone here. Every child here has a gift just like you do. Some were born with their mutations... others, like you... weren't and are still trying to come to grips with no longer being your average human being. Despite these differences, deep down, we are all still human." He smile before opening a file cabinet.
"So... this is a refuge then? For... mutants?" I asked curiously.
"In a matter of speaking yes." He smiled before opening the folder he'd pulled out as I relaxed a bit more. He began telling me the story of how he and an old friend built the school to help young mutants like myself who felt they were outcasts in society. By the end of his speech, I was content and felt as if I'd made the right choice. He even offered to help me learn to control my abilities to where I would know when to use them.
For the first time since that accident... strangely... I felt as if I were home...
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