I watch her smile at him, a perfect, straight smile. Bobby smiles back automatically as always, while he sits at his desk and does his algebra homework. Rogue sits on his bed, reading a magazine. Jubilee sits on the rug, at her feet and tries to argue with her that the movie Zoolander could actually happen in real life. I sit on my bed and just flick my lighter on and off, trying to ignore her annoying, babbling voice.
I think it's funny how everyday is a routine. The same old shit, day after day. You wake up, go to your classes (and if you're me, get chewed out by your teachers), finish the classes, and do homework. Hang out with the same people, and do the same ordinary shit. No one at Mutant High can ever discuss anything besides their simple interests and hobbies. None of the students can even try to hold a deep conversation, or think about the war that is coming between the humans and mutants. No one except Rogue, that is.
Rogue at least gets that there isn't going to be peace till the humans accept the fact that mutants aren't evil. I like how that girl doesn't try to back away from the idea of the world not being a perfect place. She's darker than the rest of students here; seems as if she's gone through more.
She has so much power that it intrigues me. While my power kicks ass (c'mon, who wouldn't love being able to hold a flame in their hand), hers is so unique. She can take any mutant's power just by touching them. Rogue could literally take the life out of someone with just a few seconds of touching them. I envy her for that. However, it does suck that she can't even make out with her boyfriend, even if, it would be sickening to make out with an ice cube. But, hey, whatever floats her boat.
Bobby can't wake up from his perfect little dream world and realize that something big is happening out there in the real world, outside of this safe school. Heaven forbid he watches the news and find out about political shit. I know I don't seem like the type of guy who would care, after I'm John Allerdyce, residential troublemaker, but I have enough brains to know when to be concerned about problems that involve people like me.
I just wish that people would wake up from their little dreamland and face reality. We're not always going to be in this school. Sooner or later we're going to have to choose sides, choose if we're going to fight against the humans, with our own kind. I know that I'm not going to stay at this school. As for my fellow classmates, I have no idea where they'll stand. I just hope they'll be smart enough to make the right choice.