One

I listened to the rain outside the car as it came down in a flood. The guy beside me, who I was told was Logan, had stopped the car to wait out the rain. I had the urge to reach forward and roll down my window, but I knew better than to ruin the inside of his car. If I had been with my parents they wouldn't have minded letting me have my window down, but of course I wasn't with them. The only reason I was with Logan was because my parents couldn't handle me anymore. They claimed I was too rebellious, like my older sister. The fact of the matter was I was a mutant. I was a seer and I had telekinesis and telepathy. Oh yeah and I was blind. They told me I had to stay at this private school for kids with special abilities. It was just a nice way of saying 'Hey, we love you, but you're a freak and you can't stay with us any longer.' From what I understood I was going to the same place they sent my sister.

"Hey kid, you okay?" Logan asked, breaking into my thoughts. "You looked kind of spaced out there for a minute."

"Yeah I'm fine." I replied. "I was just thinking."

"About what?" he asked.

"Nothing that concerns you." I snapped. I hated it when people always butted into my personal life. They always wanted to know what I was thinking. Newsflash! I wasn't about to tell him anything.

"Sorry kid." He said mockingly hurt.

"This kid happens to have a name. It's Harper and I would appreciate it if you would use it."

He didn't answer. He was really starting to bug me. I was debating whether to read his thoughts or not. On the one hand I wanted to know what he was thinking and on the other I knew it was an invasion of privacy.

"How long are we going to sit here?" I demanded suddenly.

"As long as it takes for the rain to let up." He replied.

"This sucks." I muttered under my breath.

"Tell me about it kid."

"What did I just say?!" I snapped, glaring at him, my eyes flashed red I just knew. They always changed with my mood.

"Sorry Harper." He sounded genuinely sorry. I guess I scared him with my eyes. He didn't look away though I guess he was trying to figure out what was wrong with my eyes. Gradually I found myself calming down and I new my eyes had gone back to their original color of cloudy blue.

"Have you got a problem?" I asked.

"No!" he snapped.

"Then why are you staring." I demanded. I could feel his eyes on me. Something you learn after nineteen years of weirdness.

"I thought you said you were blind?"

"I am."

"Then how in the hell can you tell I'm staring."

"Because I just know okay."

"Why?"

"Because I said so."

"WHY?!"

"You are a very cranky monkey ya know that and you need a nap."

"I hate kids." He muttered under his breath.

"I heard you."

"I didn't say anything."

"Yeah you did."

"No I didn't."

"Yeah you did."

"Just shut up."

"You ain't very nice you know that."

"Who asked you?"

I was pissed and I didn't care if it ruined his car or not I was going to roll down my window. I reached forward found the button and right before I hit it a vision hit me. Damn it. Why did they always come when I was pissed? An image passed through my mind. It was the only time I could see. And what I saw this time didn't encourage me to want to see everything that I couldn't. It was a women with red hair standing outside in the snow holding out her arms. One was facing a huge wave of water that was about to engulf her and the other was facing a jet. She raised the one facing the jet causing it to rise just as the water reached her, but in stead of washing her away the wall went around her and the jet. I realized she must have been a mutant too. Finally the jet was in the air and she let water go and it hit her full force causing her to be swept away.

"Harper, answer me!" came an urgent voice from beside me. I lifted my head and found that I had been laying forward on my lap. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine." I managed to answer. "What happened?"

"You were leaning forward reaching for something and then you just slumped forward into your lap. You were out for a couple of minutes there." Logan replied. "What happened?"

"It's just a side effect of my visions some times." I said shaking my head slightly. "It's nothing to worry about. It's just how my body copes with them."

"Visions?" he sounded incredulous.

"Yes is that so hard to believe?" I snapped

"Well….." he trailed off not finishing his sentence.

"That's what I thought."

"What was it?"

"What was what?"

"Your vision?"

"Nothing really, just some person I don't even know."

"And what happened?" he asked impatient.

"Look it's nothing that we can stop from happening because I don't even know where the person is."

"Fine."

We sat in silence for a little while and then I realized that the rain had let up. It was barely more than a drizzle now. I hear Logan start the engine and then felt the car begin to move down the road. Neither of us said anything the entire time. What we had said early was enough talking for me.

"We're here." Logan stated stopping the car.

"Yeah but where is here?" I asked as I stepped out of the car.

"You, Miss, are at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters." came a new voice from in front of me.

"And you are?" I asked.

"Charles Xavier." he replied. "But you may call me Professor."