Disclaimer: I own Lela and her family, and all that crap. But I don't own
X-Men.
Soi- Well, duh!
Liss- Shut up!
Soi- *small voice* Sorry. Bye! *waves to readers and jumps in Liss's head*
Liss- Don't ask. Now let's start the story! And I know that all the stories start with the same stupid thing: 'A dream, what does it mean? Oh no, maybe she'll find out during her adventure to find herself!' But I used that beginning, and I don't care! I also want to add that I don't know what the school is called, it's something like, Prof. X's school for the blah blah blah, so I'm just making the name up. I'll find it out later.
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Lela awoke with a start. She was drenched in cold sweat. 'Not again,' she whined inwardly. It was the same dream. She was spinning around and around and suddenly, she was zooming through walls, running through a building, but without being noticed. Then, she stopped. She was at a field. She stood at the top of a hill, overlooking the field. People were scattered along it. Suddenly, a huge energy burst wiped the field, and the people fell down dead. Lela was screaming something, but she couldn't hear her own voice. Suddenly she was engulfed in fire, and it rose 6 feet around her. All Lela could hear was the roar of the fire and a voice, sounding not much older than her own. It was laughing, and Lela could barely see a face in the fire. But everything became more of a blur, and Lela woke.
It seemed to Lela that this had all happened in a matter of seconds. She always had this dream, about once every three nights, and always awoke in the middle of the night. But what did this dream mean?
Lela wiped her forehead and went into the bathroom. She threw some cold water on her face and looked into the mirror. She dried her face. Her eyes were blurry from the water, but the rest of her body in the mirror seemed blurry, too. Lela put down the towel and rubbed her eyes. But her body continued to become unclear. She leaned closer to the mirror, and her face began to disappear. She looked at her hands, and they were leaving, too. Breathing became harder as she tried to focus on her disappearing hands. She looked down at her body, which was dissolving into thin air. She opened her mouth and started to scream.
"Ah!" Lela flung herself up, breathing hard and ragged. A dream. It was all a dream. She put her head n her hands. This time her dream had gone farther. She had actually been in her bedroom before she woke up for real, instead of in the fire. But what did everything mean?
She got up and went downstairs. It was 9:00. Her mother was long gone for work. She started to make breakfast. She popped two pieces of toast into the toaster and sat back to wait. Then she remembered the jelly and got up to get it. She opened the fridge and took out the jelly. As she closed the fridge, she heard a whispering sound. She stopped moving and listened. It came again, to her left. She spun around, but no one was there. Here it was again, this time to her right. She turned, but still no one. She listened again. It came, louder, behind her. She paused, then whirled around. "Ha!"
Jen gasped. Lela lowered her fist from its position next to her own face. "Sorry Jen. Didn't see you there. Uh, here, want some breakfast?" Lela said quickly. Her 8 year old sister climbed up into a chair opposite Lela and they ate together.
"So do you have any plans today, Jen?" Lela asked. It was a Saturday. "I'm going over Stephanie's house. We're going to see the new Harry Potter movie!" she said excitedly. "Oh," Lela said with faked enthusiasm. When Jen had finished her toast, Lela said, "Why don't you go upstairs and get dressed, and I'll walk over with you." "Dumb Potter geek," she muttered when her sister left.
At 10:00, Lela and Jen headed around the corner to Stephanie's house. They passed the other nice houses on their suburban block and finally reached Stephanie's. Jen ran to the door and rang the bell. Lela followed up the walkway and stood behind her sister. Stephanie opened the door.
"Hi!" she said. "Hi!" Jen replied and entered the house. "Bye Jen. I'll pick you up at 3," Lela said. Jen and Stephanie waved goodbye and shut the door. Lela walked back down the path and out onto the sidewalk. It was a nice early summer's day, so Lela took her time. She strolled to the park instead of going home and sat on a bench. She leaned back and tried to decipher her dream. And what was that weird whispering she heard? She closed her eyes and focused on the smells of the park.
"Lela," came a whisper. Lela bolted upright and looked around. No one was there. "Lela," it came again. It took Lela awhile to realize that the voice was inside her head. "Who the hell are you and what are you doing inside my head?" she asked. "Language," said the voice. "I came to talk to you. About the strange feelings and dreams you've been having lately." "Huh?" Lela thought, trying to fake the voice out. "You don't have to lie. I know you are special. And I know you know," it said. The voice sounded like a man's, and older man's. "Ok. So what? Are you here to tell me that I'm unique? That I'm a good person? That I am worth something, and all that shit?" she asked. "No. I just want to tell you this: We can help you. We are here for you. We know your needs." And with that, it was gone. Lela sat there a while wondering.
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At 5:00, her mother came home. "Did anyone get the mail?" she called into the house. No answer. "Lela, will you please go get it?" Lela groaned and trudged down the stairs. She opened the door with a whine and stepped outside. It was getting dark early, unusual for summer. It was also warm. Lela walked to the mailbox and opened the little door. She pulled put the mail and shut the door. She went though it as she walked back to her house.
'Bill, bill, junk, bill, junk, postcard from Great Aunt Marie Jane? Oh yeah, I remember, the one with the Face of a Million Wrinkles.........ew. Bill, bill, letter? From a university? For me?' Lela mentally went through the mail. She stepped inside the door and pulled out the letter. She shut the door with her foot and walked to the kitchen, still looking at the letter.
"Anything good?" her mother asked. Lela handed her the mail, keeping her eyes on the letter. She turned over the letter. The back read, "Professor Xavier's School for the Gifted and Talented Youth." She opened the letter and pulled out a brochure for a magnificent-looking school. But what caught Lela's attention was the slogan on the front. "We know your needs."
'The voice.......' She thought. "What have you got there?" her mother asked. She took the brochure from Lela and looked at it. "Looks like a prep school," she said. She looked through it. "Yep. It's a prep school." The brochure had everything a normal school would have: classes, extracurricular activities, a campus. No one would ever expect it was where mutants were taught.
"I guess you've been accepted," Lela's mother said when she had looked the whole thing over. "I don't want to go. It's just a dumb school, filled with snotty rich kids," Lela muttered. "Oh, Lela, could you just pretend to be interested in something for once?" her mother pleaded. "I think you should go. It's a great experience. And if you don't like it, you can just leave." Lela sighed. "Fine. Whatever," Lela gave in.
"Well, the third semester is already underway, but.......here it says they don't mind. Guess they saw your test scores," her mother joked, nudging her. She stopped when she saw Lela's face. That look of the embarrassed 16 year old. "Well then, I'll just sign you up then," she said, turning her attention back to the entry form, trying to regain her dignity.
Lela went up to her room to pack. She would be starting on Monday. The school wasn't too far from her house, only about 45 miles. Lela didn't care that she would be leaving her old school and neighborhood. She wasn't too social anyway. As she was putting her shirts in her suitcase, Jen appeared at the doorway.
"Where are you going?" she asked. "I'm going to a new school." "Can I come?" Lela put down her clothes. "No, you can't. It's a boring big people school filled with stuck-up kids and bratty friends. You wouldn't want to go," she said. Jen's face brightened. "I don't even know if I will like it there. I will probably come home after a few weeks. But even if I stay there, I can come visit you almost every weekend," Lela said, giving Jen a hug. Jen left and Lela continued to pack.
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The next day, Lela left for school with a tearful goodbye from Jen. Lela and her mom drove to the school. Oddly enough, as close as it was, neither Lela or her mom had ever heard of the school.
Then they arrived, they were greeted by a woman with white-blonde hair. "Hello, I am Professor Storm. You must be Lela," she said. Lela smiled back, but only to be polite. "And you must be Mrs. Reuter." She and Lela's mom shook hands. "If you'll follow me inside, we'll begin the tour." Lela and her mother followed the woman inside. They saw the classrooms, dorms, and campus. "I get my own dorm room, right?" Lela asked. "Yes. The younger children share a room with two others, but the older ones get their own rooms." Lela smiled inwardly. After the tour, they sat in a study, where they met a an older man in a wheelchair, who introduced himself as Prof. Xavier.
"Professor, I must say, your school is lovely," Lela's mother said. "Oh, why thank you very much," he said smiling. Lela's jaw dropped a few inches. That voice. He was the one........ The man gave her a small wink and started to talk to her mom. After what seemed like three boring hours, Lela's mom got up to leave.
Prof. Xavier and Lela stayed in the room. After her mom had left, Lela opened her mouth. "You! You were the one in my head!" she said, pointing at him. He nodded, smiling. "Omg omg omg omg........I cursed at the dean, I cursed at the dean, I cursed at the dean......." Prof. Xavier coughed. "Yes, well, I knew you should come. You belong here. Now, it's time to tell you the real reason why you're here." He wheeled to the window, and continued to talk over Lela's paranoid mutterings.
"You see, this school isn't just an ordinary school. It's for special children. Different children." He turned to Lela. "Mutants, to be exact." Lela stopped muttering. Her jaw was now over a foot. "What?"
"Mutants," he said as blandly as if giving her the weather. "Y-You mean I'm a mutant?" she asked, disbelieving it. "Yes. You have a very unique power. Do you know what it is?" Lela thought for a minute. She shook her head. "Come on, you know. Think harder." She thought harder. Then it came to her. Her dream.
"I can disappear?" she asked. "Not quite. You have the unique ability to become invisible. And if I'm not mistaken, you are also working on walking through walls." It clicked. In her dream, she was running through walls, unnoticed because she was invisible. It all fit.
"Wow," she said. "Yes. Now, I'll show you to your room." He led her to the dormitories and she sat on her bed. "I hope you decide to stay here, Lela." He turned to leave. "Um, Professor?" He turned back. "Why didn't you tell my mom about the mutant thing?" "You didn't even know you were a mutant. I didn't think it would be right for her to know before you did. You can tell her when you are ready. Pleasant dreams." And he left. She lay back on her bed and gazed at the ceiling. 'Tomorrow starts the new school day. The new mutant school day.'
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Liss- Like it? I hope you do! So, if you like it so much, why don't you review?
Soi- Well, duh!
Liss- Shut up!
Soi- *small voice* Sorry. Bye! *waves to readers and jumps in Liss's head*
Liss- Don't ask. Now let's start the story! And I know that all the stories start with the same stupid thing: 'A dream, what does it mean? Oh no, maybe she'll find out during her adventure to find herself!' But I used that beginning, and I don't care! I also want to add that I don't know what the school is called, it's something like, Prof. X's school for the blah blah blah, so I'm just making the name up. I'll find it out later.
~*~*~*~*~*
Lela awoke with a start. She was drenched in cold sweat. 'Not again,' she whined inwardly. It was the same dream. She was spinning around and around and suddenly, she was zooming through walls, running through a building, but without being noticed. Then, she stopped. She was at a field. She stood at the top of a hill, overlooking the field. People were scattered along it. Suddenly, a huge energy burst wiped the field, and the people fell down dead. Lela was screaming something, but she couldn't hear her own voice. Suddenly she was engulfed in fire, and it rose 6 feet around her. All Lela could hear was the roar of the fire and a voice, sounding not much older than her own. It was laughing, and Lela could barely see a face in the fire. But everything became more of a blur, and Lela woke.
It seemed to Lela that this had all happened in a matter of seconds. She always had this dream, about once every three nights, and always awoke in the middle of the night. But what did this dream mean?
Lela wiped her forehead and went into the bathroom. She threw some cold water on her face and looked into the mirror. She dried her face. Her eyes were blurry from the water, but the rest of her body in the mirror seemed blurry, too. Lela put down the towel and rubbed her eyes. But her body continued to become unclear. She leaned closer to the mirror, and her face began to disappear. She looked at her hands, and they were leaving, too. Breathing became harder as she tried to focus on her disappearing hands. She looked down at her body, which was dissolving into thin air. She opened her mouth and started to scream.
"Ah!" Lela flung herself up, breathing hard and ragged. A dream. It was all a dream. She put her head n her hands. This time her dream had gone farther. She had actually been in her bedroom before she woke up for real, instead of in the fire. But what did everything mean?
She got up and went downstairs. It was 9:00. Her mother was long gone for work. She started to make breakfast. She popped two pieces of toast into the toaster and sat back to wait. Then she remembered the jelly and got up to get it. She opened the fridge and took out the jelly. As she closed the fridge, she heard a whispering sound. She stopped moving and listened. It came again, to her left. She spun around, but no one was there. Here it was again, this time to her right. She turned, but still no one. She listened again. It came, louder, behind her. She paused, then whirled around. "Ha!"
Jen gasped. Lela lowered her fist from its position next to her own face. "Sorry Jen. Didn't see you there. Uh, here, want some breakfast?" Lela said quickly. Her 8 year old sister climbed up into a chair opposite Lela and they ate together.
"So do you have any plans today, Jen?" Lela asked. It was a Saturday. "I'm going over Stephanie's house. We're going to see the new Harry Potter movie!" she said excitedly. "Oh," Lela said with faked enthusiasm. When Jen had finished her toast, Lela said, "Why don't you go upstairs and get dressed, and I'll walk over with you." "Dumb Potter geek," she muttered when her sister left.
At 10:00, Lela and Jen headed around the corner to Stephanie's house. They passed the other nice houses on their suburban block and finally reached Stephanie's. Jen ran to the door and rang the bell. Lela followed up the walkway and stood behind her sister. Stephanie opened the door.
"Hi!" she said. "Hi!" Jen replied and entered the house. "Bye Jen. I'll pick you up at 3," Lela said. Jen and Stephanie waved goodbye and shut the door. Lela walked back down the path and out onto the sidewalk. It was a nice early summer's day, so Lela took her time. She strolled to the park instead of going home and sat on a bench. She leaned back and tried to decipher her dream. And what was that weird whispering she heard? She closed her eyes and focused on the smells of the park.
"Lela," came a whisper. Lela bolted upright and looked around. No one was there. "Lela," it came again. It took Lela awhile to realize that the voice was inside her head. "Who the hell are you and what are you doing inside my head?" she asked. "Language," said the voice. "I came to talk to you. About the strange feelings and dreams you've been having lately." "Huh?" Lela thought, trying to fake the voice out. "You don't have to lie. I know you are special. And I know you know," it said. The voice sounded like a man's, and older man's. "Ok. So what? Are you here to tell me that I'm unique? That I'm a good person? That I am worth something, and all that shit?" she asked. "No. I just want to tell you this: We can help you. We are here for you. We know your needs." And with that, it was gone. Lela sat there a while wondering.
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At 5:00, her mother came home. "Did anyone get the mail?" she called into the house. No answer. "Lela, will you please go get it?" Lela groaned and trudged down the stairs. She opened the door with a whine and stepped outside. It was getting dark early, unusual for summer. It was also warm. Lela walked to the mailbox and opened the little door. She pulled put the mail and shut the door. She went though it as she walked back to her house.
'Bill, bill, junk, bill, junk, postcard from Great Aunt Marie Jane? Oh yeah, I remember, the one with the Face of a Million Wrinkles.........ew. Bill, bill, letter? From a university? For me?' Lela mentally went through the mail. She stepped inside the door and pulled out the letter. She shut the door with her foot and walked to the kitchen, still looking at the letter.
"Anything good?" her mother asked. Lela handed her the mail, keeping her eyes on the letter. She turned over the letter. The back read, "Professor Xavier's School for the Gifted and Talented Youth." She opened the letter and pulled out a brochure for a magnificent-looking school. But what caught Lela's attention was the slogan on the front. "We know your needs."
'The voice.......' She thought. "What have you got there?" her mother asked. She took the brochure from Lela and looked at it. "Looks like a prep school," she said. She looked through it. "Yep. It's a prep school." The brochure had everything a normal school would have: classes, extracurricular activities, a campus. No one would ever expect it was where mutants were taught.
"I guess you've been accepted," Lela's mother said when she had looked the whole thing over. "I don't want to go. It's just a dumb school, filled with snotty rich kids," Lela muttered. "Oh, Lela, could you just pretend to be interested in something for once?" her mother pleaded. "I think you should go. It's a great experience. And if you don't like it, you can just leave." Lela sighed. "Fine. Whatever," Lela gave in.
"Well, the third semester is already underway, but.......here it says they don't mind. Guess they saw your test scores," her mother joked, nudging her. She stopped when she saw Lela's face. That look of the embarrassed 16 year old. "Well then, I'll just sign you up then," she said, turning her attention back to the entry form, trying to regain her dignity.
Lela went up to her room to pack. She would be starting on Monday. The school wasn't too far from her house, only about 45 miles. Lela didn't care that she would be leaving her old school and neighborhood. She wasn't too social anyway. As she was putting her shirts in her suitcase, Jen appeared at the doorway.
"Where are you going?" she asked. "I'm going to a new school." "Can I come?" Lela put down her clothes. "No, you can't. It's a boring big people school filled with stuck-up kids and bratty friends. You wouldn't want to go," she said. Jen's face brightened. "I don't even know if I will like it there. I will probably come home after a few weeks. But even if I stay there, I can come visit you almost every weekend," Lela said, giving Jen a hug. Jen left and Lela continued to pack.
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The next day, Lela left for school with a tearful goodbye from Jen. Lela and her mom drove to the school. Oddly enough, as close as it was, neither Lela or her mom had ever heard of the school.
Then they arrived, they were greeted by a woman with white-blonde hair. "Hello, I am Professor Storm. You must be Lela," she said. Lela smiled back, but only to be polite. "And you must be Mrs. Reuter." She and Lela's mom shook hands. "If you'll follow me inside, we'll begin the tour." Lela and her mother followed the woman inside. They saw the classrooms, dorms, and campus. "I get my own dorm room, right?" Lela asked. "Yes. The younger children share a room with two others, but the older ones get their own rooms." Lela smiled inwardly. After the tour, they sat in a study, where they met a an older man in a wheelchair, who introduced himself as Prof. Xavier.
"Professor, I must say, your school is lovely," Lela's mother said. "Oh, why thank you very much," he said smiling. Lela's jaw dropped a few inches. That voice. He was the one........ The man gave her a small wink and started to talk to her mom. After what seemed like three boring hours, Lela's mom got up to leave.
Prof. Xavier and Lela stayed in the room. After her mom had left, Lela opened her mouth. "You! You were the one in my head!" she said, pointing at him. He nodded, smiling. "Omg omg omg omg........I cursed at the dean, I cursed at the dean, I cursed at the dean......." Prof. Xavier coughed. "Yes, well, I knew you should come. You belong here. Now, it's time to tell you the real reason why you're here." He wheeled to the window, and continued to talk over Lela's paranoid mutterings.
"You see, this school isn't just an ordinary school. It's for special children. Different children." He turned to Lela. "Mutants, to be exact." Lela stopped muttering. Her jaw was now over a foot. "What?"
"Mutants," he said as blandly as if giving her the weather. "Y-You mean I'm a mutant?" she asked, disbelieving it. "Yes. You have a very unique power. Do you know what it is?" Lela thought for a minute. She shook her head. "Come on, you know. Think harder." She thought harder. Then it came to her. Her dream.
"I can disappear?" she asked. "Not quite. You have the unique ability to become invisible. And if I'm not mistaken, you are also working on walking through walls." It clicked. In her dream, she was running through walls, unnoticed because she was invisible. It all fit.
"Wow," she said. "Yes. Now, I'll show you to your room." He led her to the dormitories and she sat on her bed. "I hope you decide to stay here, Lela." He turned to leave. "Um, Professor?" He turned back. "Why didn't you tell my mom about the mutant thing?" "You didn't even know you were a mutant. I didn't think it would be right for her to know before you did. You can tell her when you are ready. Pleasant dreams." And he left. She lay back on her bed and gazed at the ceiling. 'Tomorrow starts the new school day. The new mutant school day.'
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Liss- Like it? I hope you do! So, if you like it so much, why don't you review?