The snow came up to her ankles, and was creeping higher with every step. Wind burned her cheeks, tugged at her hair, pulled at her clothes.
"These people are crazy," she thought. A faint dot appeared, one just visible through the snow cascading down in front of her.
"I'll walk, I said. Look at the clouds-won't snow for hours. Idiot!" by now the snow was quickly approaching her knees. She tried to walk faster, slide her legs through the snow, rather than lift them out. It was working. Kinda. Her legs went from feeling like jelly for the past four k's, to having no feeling at all. She wasn't sure which she preferred.
"Urg," she heaved, dropping her bag on the snow, hoping it wouldn't sink or be covered in seconds. Not that she cared much. Because she could finally see the sign.
"'Xavier's school for gifted minds…' and mutant freaks," she muttered. Lifting her head up, she smiled.
"Good-o. Still alive and only have a slight chance of my legs freezing off. Life is good." She looked down to where her bag had been sitting. Only the handle could be seen. She looked up at the sky.
"Funny. Original. Leave me alone!" she looked ahead of her again, and saw a very blue man. "Whoa! You need a bell! Err…hi…?" he nodded at her and reached out to her.
She tried to take a step back.
"Mommy told me not to talk to funny blue men. Or strangers," she said in a mocking voice. He smiled and nodded. Then disappeared.
"On the other hand I wasn't a mommy's girl."