Tyler Sims made his bed, folding the sheets and blankets neatly just as his mother had done for him when he was younger. Now it was his responsibility. He was a student at Spenser Academy and, like most of the students, Tyler stayed in the dorms. Keeping his room clean was up to him, now. Having Reid Garwin as a roommate, though, meant the during most of the school year their bedroom floor wouldn't be visible through all of the dirty clothing and trash. Reid wasn't as neat as Tyler. Reid was perfectly content to be living in a pig sty just as long as it didn't attract roaches or mice.
Grabbing the remote, Tyler turned his rather small television on to a news channel. Silence was one of a few things that made Tyler a little creeped out and the television, even when it was only broadcasting white noise, got rid of any silence.
"Figured you'd get here early…" Reid's entry made Tyler jump a little. He slung a duffel bag off of his shoulder and onto his bed - the one that hadn't been made yet and would probably never come close to being as neatly made as Tyler's bed.
"Hey, man," Tyler nodded a hello in his roommate's direction.
"Did you see what's going down?" Reid pointed to the television. Tyler shook his head, then turning to get a glimpse of whatever was on the television screen.
"…the destruction of the Golden Gate Bridge as a result of mutant-versus-mutant violence all related to the discovery of the so-called mutant cure…"
It was when Tyler spotted a familiar face that he stopped listening to the newscaster. Standing at a modest height with her chocolate brown hair tied back in a ponytail was Katherine Pryde, known to friends as Kitty. She was sweaty, pieces of her hair stuck to her forehead with perspiration. He assumed that she'd been part of the fight and prayed that she'd been on the right side.
"Snap out of it, baby boy." Reid waved a hand in front of Tyler's eyes, trying to get his attention away from the news.
"Sorry, man, it's just…" He sighed. "You remember that girl from Camp Iwahanee?"