A/N: Hello all!
So I'm writing this little story that will be using a slightly different style of writing an a different perspective on some of our favorite characters through the eyes of a young woman who has spent her entire life around them.
Please review, I want to know your opinions!
I love walking through the back garden.
Aunt Ororo always plants the most unique and beautiful flowers. I would like to say I knew the names of each and every type of flower I passed by, but alas, that would be a blatant lie. I have never been very interested in plants; I am just simply attracted to the colors some of them procure.
When I was little, I would spend hours playing hide and seek with various aunts and uncles throughout the garden. As I grew older, I would seek sanctuary behind the looming hedges in the corner of the grounds...A large portion of my life revolved around this area.
Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters has been my home my entire life. Charles adopted me after I was discovered on the mansion's front steps one chilly morning. He raised me, along with several other beautiful, wonderful people...I'm not jesting when I say several others, I honestly have enough aunts and uncles to make at least two Football teams. Now that I think about it, they could probably go pro with the kind of training they go through.
I notice and pick a large, orange flower that was hanging in my face. You could tell me it was a hydrangea or a daffodil and I would believe you. Like I said, I'm not so good with plants. It has a faint, sweet smell.
I am really going to miss it here.
Part of me wants to experience the world, to live and learn about the rest of the society, beyond these ivy covered walls, but San Francisco is such a long ways away...
The other part of me would rather stick with a community college in New York, so I could still be close to my family. Sometimes I fear that the mansion will blow up if I'm not around to keep an eye on things. Charles needs a least one other sane person help him keep things in line. He had even admitted that the school might morph into a zoo once I'm off to school.
Sure, there will still be summer and winter breaks to return home for. I'm not sure I could survive a Christmas or Forth of July without my wonderfully crazy family. I know it won't be the same though.
It sucks to grow up sometimes.
I finally reach my destination, a large, sturdy oak tree near the back wall of the rounds. I have spent many a summer under that tree, reading and sleeping underneath it's thick branches.
Running my hand along the bark, I find the familiar divot on the one side that had been the direct result of my childhood negligence fifteen years ago.
A story and lesson that I would forever share with my uncle Scott.
A/n: this is just the prologue to the story, the rest of the chapters will each center around one cannon character and will be longer than this first one.
Thanks for reading and stay tuned!
