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She looked at the building with her emerald eyes gleaming. No one could ever live in a mansion of this size. They'd get lost in seconds.

Oh no. Lost. What if I get lost in here?

You won't.

Great. First, I develop mutant abilities. Now, I'm hearing voices.

At least they aren't telling you to kill anyone.

True.

"Anara," the woman with the white hair smiled "Welcome to Charles Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. My name is Storm."

"Hi," I grinned. "Happy to be here. Or rather, happier than being where I was."

Storm seemed to understand, and began to led me through the labyrinth that was the school for gifted students. "Today, you won't have classes. You will meet with Professor Xavier and we will find you a guide student."

So you won't get lost.

"Thanks," I whispered to the voice. Storm suddenly turned to face me. "Who are you whispering to?" she asked suspiciously. I answered truthfully, "The voices inside my head." She smiled again, "That's Professor Xavier. He has telepathy."

Awesome. I thought to myself. I'm not going crazy. I'm just living with a house full of crazies. Big difference.

Storm stopped at a large oak door at the end of the hall. She opened it, and ushered me inside.

"Hello Anara," the person from behind the desk said to me, "So good of you to finally show up."

I smirked back at the man in the wheelchair, "Hello Professor. Not to be rude, but didn't you know when I was coming? You are a telepath."

Xavier looked at me with piercing eyes, filled with a hint of amusement.

This year should be interesting.


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