Boarding School Warrior Princess
AN-this is a little idea I had rolling around in my head for a while; I needed to post it to get it out. Please review to tell me if you think I should continue with it or not.
I was ten when my father first announced he wanted to run for president. That was also around the time my blood work came back and proved that I was positive for the X-gene. My eyes had started to turn colour when I felt a strong emotion and my hair started growing faster.
I was eleven when my father became a senator. That was also around the time when my body started changing, going through painful growth spurts that resulted in a different physique. I was still just as short as I'd always been, but I was leaner, and a covering of hardly visible hair coated my body. The hair on my head was growing so fast that I had to cut it twice a week to keep it shoulder length, and I got manicures to hide my growing claws every weekend.
Now I'm seventeen and my father's term is almost over. It's also an election year, one which he has been preparing for for years. He's on the republican ballot as a presidential candidate. When I was young my father told me he didn't bring work home for a reason and that I wouldn't like him as a politician and I agreed, so I've never been very in tune with his work or anything. I've just kept to the background at his functions, rarely seen and never heard. It was just lucky my mutation was easy to hide, or I'd never have had any privacy.
They were talking about what to do with me when he won the election. Should they continue to tutor me like they'd been doing during the campaign at the White House, or wherever the President was at the time, or should they send me to a private school?
They clearly couldn't send me to any of the schools that President's children normally attend, it would be all too easy to discover the mutation I didn't try hard to hide and then who knows what the public would do? The paparazzi would have a field day.
I was out with my cousin, Gabby, and my father's head of security's 15 year old daughter, Irene, along with a battalion of secret service-ok so just four-when I first met some kids like myself. Other mutants!
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It was at the Museum of Natural Science, in the food court. Almost all of the tables were full, but I could smell something different coming from the kids at the only one that had enough chairs for the three of us girls.
"Hey," I asked them, striding forward with confidence that I didn't feel. "Can we sit here? Everywhere else is full." I smiled. I'd never met another mutant and certainly not any my own age. They seemed like normal teenagers, but I knew that they weren't.
"Sure!" The boy with longer hair perked up when he saw me. I have to admit the outfit I was wearing was pretty flattering…A.K.A.-I looked pretty smokin' hot if I did say so myself.
"You look familiar…" The other boy started to muse before he was interrupted by the girl, who had a cute southern accent. I'd always wanted an accent…
"You're the republican candidate's daughter aren't you?!" She was suppressing the squeal so much she breathed her question.
"Yeah," I hardly managed too get out, sheepish when she interrupted me. I didn't really like being known for something I didn't do, but whatever.
"Is it true, what they're saying?" She was whispering excitedly so it made it hard to hear her. I leaned forward to catch it. Hoping to God she wasn't the bitchy kind of girl who'd say something rude on purpose. She didn't appear to be.
"Are you really a mutant too?"
"Rogue," The short haired boy started to reprimand her. But I interrupted this time.
"Nah, it's alright. I'm a mutant too." I said it quietly but my cousin and Irene still gasped.
"They told you not to tell anyone!" Irene elbowed me hard, and she was boney.
"Ow! Like I care anyway."
"How did you know we were mutants?" The long haired boy who smelled like he appreciated my outfit asked suspiciously.
"Rogue let it slip kinda," I smiled wryly, "but I can smell it too. That's why I wanted to sit by you. I've never had a chance to talk to another kid like me before."
"Are you serious?" The long haired boy asked. When I didn't respond he switched his lighter to his left hand and held out his right. "I'm John. Pyro." I shook the offered appendage, careful as always to make sure my claws were back far enough to not hurt him.
"Bobby, or Iceman." The short haired boy smiled. A little too sweet for my tastes but he clearly was into the girl sitting next to him.
"And you're Rogue?" I shook her hand as well, noticing the glove. She nodded and I finished up introductions. "I'm Aife. This is Irene, and this is my cousin Gabby." I waved to the other girls.
"Eefah?" Rogue asked with a confused tilt of the head and a cocked eyebrow.
"Yeah, but everyone calls me Annamaria now." I smiled. I didn't really care what they called me; I was just excited to meet them.
"So…what should we call you?" Bobby asked.
"Whatever. I don't mind."
"Annie?" John asked.
"Anything but that." I grimaced good naturedly. Only condescending adults called me Annie when they tried to get on my good side. I'd never really had a nickname.
"Well if everyone calls you Annamaria, then I'm gonna call you Aife, Aife." John stated with a smirk. I bet he sent a lot of the younger girls into swoons with that one-yep there went my Irene's pulse, oh! And my cousin's too. But it just didn't work all that well on me. He was too…small, too young for my tastes.