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 Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 5:05 pm
Day One, Xavier Academy
If there's a heaven, I may have found it. Compared the town I came from, and the streets I lived on for so long, this school is paradise. The library is amazing, I've never spent so much time reading in my entire life. Professor Xavier is the only person here I've been able to talk to. He's been trying to figure out what my powers are, I think. To the best of my knowledge, the man has no evil intentions, so for the moment, I am safe.
I...I found my parents today. Well, Xavier found them. They're alive and well, living in California. I talked to them using a webcam. I missed them, so much. I couldn't believe how gray my dad's hair had turned. They were glad I was safe, and promised to stay in regular contact. Maybe someday I can stay with them again, but until I can control my powers, and until the world stops hating mutants, I know I can't.
The students here are all mutants. You'd think I could communicate with them, but...I can't. I can't even look many of them in the eye. Talking to them is out of the question, one hundred percent so. I'm afraid they'll freak out, even though I know they wouldn't. I suppose this is what they call a phobia? Ah well...Professor Xavier says I'll over come it with time...
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 6:08 pm
Day Four, Xavier Academy
The Professor tried to integrate me into a class today. It was a disaster...but that's no surprise, I guess. I'd been out of regular classes for so long, I was miles behind these kids. To make matters worse, my powers freaked out. I was trying to answer a question on the chalkboard. It was tough, and I was crawling through it...but at least I was getting it. Some d**k wad in the back of the class started commenting on how easy the problem was, and how pathetic it was that I couldn't get it. In the end, I hurled a box of chalk at the pompous a**. Unfortunately, my powers turned the flying pieces of chalk into little darts and nearly hurt the kid. I found out later that the kid was a Telepath, and some sort of prodigy. I bolted from the class room after that, and hid in the town. By the time the Professor and the teacher had found me, I'd wrecked the local high school's football field, uprooted three trees, and scared several pedestrians. Not a good day, not at all. To make matters worse, my new room mate is totally into rap music. Gaaaah, I can't stand it. I've been looking for excuses to stay out of the room, because the guy is always "Freestyling" as he calls it. What a mess...
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