Amy grabbed her bag from the trunk of the taxi and headed towards the large gates. Waiting for her was an elderly, bald man in a wheel chair and a tall, beautiful red head. She recognised them as the people that came to pick her up just the other day. It all started when people in her math class started to throw things at the back of her head. For years she has ignored them, knowing if she said anything they could get hurt but this time was different. Amy could feel all the repressed anger building up inside of her and the one thing she has been told never to do happened. She talked to them. That was when Jean and the professor showed up in her class. Time around them froze and they gave her option of going to jail or going to another school. To her they were the same thing.
Amy sighed and slowly sauntered to them with her duffle bag slung over her shoulder and her suitcase dragging behind her. The elderly man smiled and greeted her; Amy said nothing and the professor took this as a chance to go over all the basic rules. Jean said nothing but Amy wish she did. For some reason Amy felt very close to her, maybe it was because she could tell there was something going on in the back of her mind. Something eating away at her that Amy could see in her eyes.
"Now, Amy I am afraid we will have to put you in a room with another girl. Her name is Rouge, you'll get along with her I'm sure of it." The professor said smiling to himself. "You two are very similar but very different. She cannot physically touch people, like how you cannot talk to people normally." Amy scoffed and looked down at her feet. She could see as kids were walking by that they were glancing at her, a few even whispering. She knew that since she was at a new school she could change how she looked but she felt comfortable in her baggy sweater, tight jeans and combo boots.
"It's as if you two have been denied basic human rights." Jean said under her breathe. The professor and Amy looked at her but didn't bring it up; Jean seemed to be thinking about something else. When they entered the front door the three of them got greeted by everyone.
"Now Jean you can leave us alone, I wish to talk to Miss Paxton alone in my office." The professor said and Jean just nodded and walked off with a little smile. Amy felt nervous the second she left but just followed the professor at his side. Kids and teenagers were running around laughing as if they were normal people, it seemed odd to Amy that this was a school for 'gifted' people. "You're wondering how they can act so normal for mutants, right? It's because they are all different that they feel comfortable and we hope that you will feel that way also. I find your power very fascinating. All the teachers and students here are helping each other to learn to control and harness their powers." A large wooden door opened and sitting in the seat was a boy Amy's age with floppy brown hair and large brown eyes. Yet all Amy could focus on was the lighter he was playing with. The lighter had a shark painted on it. "Ah, John sent to my office again? I will deal with you later, you can go now."
The boy stood up and got a good look at Amy and just smiled. He walked past her lightly brushing against her arm even though there was plenty of room to walk around her. Amy rolled her eyes and sat down in the chair he previously was just in. John slowly closed the door and the professor went around to the other side of the desk.
"Because of what happened at your old school we are unfortunately going to have to put you in special training rooms and the rules will be very tight on you. Now here is your schedule and I expect you to go to all of your classes and get decent marks. Now your room is on the third floor, Rouge will be waiting there for you." The professor pushed a schedule towards Amy and smiled. "I hope you will fit in nicely here Amy, I really do."
"Doubt it." Amy said and swiped the paper off the desk and stuffed it into her pocket. She grabbed her suitcase and walked out the door. Leaning of the door frame waiting for her was John and he was fidgeting with his lighter again. When he looked up and saw her walking away he rushed after her.
"So what are you in for? Psychic, move things with your mind, walk through walls; anything cool like that?" John said circling her, clearly not use to people ignoring him. He finally stopped her when he blocked the whole staircase. Finally she gave up and starred him in the eyes.
"I can control people with my voice." Amy said trying to get her way around him but he blocked every move.
"Oh yeah? Prove it." He said laughing when he once again stopped her from going up the stairs. Amy could feel her anger rising again but quickly pushed it to the back of her mind.
"Move out of my way." Amy said her voice slightly going higher pitched. The muscles in Johns' body tensed up and a little wave of fear passed through his eyes but then he looked impressed as slowly he moved to the side and let her pass. He laughed and clapped his hands as he followed her up the stairs, not offering to her with her bags. Amy even thought of using her power to do it but decided it was too risky.
"That was awesome. So have you used it on anyone else? Got anyone to steal for you or anything like that? Oh man that ability would be awesome!" John said but Amy dropped her bag on the landing and spun around to face him quickly.
"Yeah well would it be awesome if I got you to do something you didn't want like, oh I don't know, slap yourself across the face." As she said it Johns' hand wound up and slapped himself as hard as he could. "This isn't a gift, it's a curse. And if you don't stop bugging me you'll see exactly why." Amy picked her bags back up and headed towards the girl standing at the end of the hall with a large streak of white in her bangs. When she looked back all she saw was John smiling with the large red mark on his face.