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Chapter One --
"Did you hear yet?" piped an excited Kitty Pride. Not waiting for Scott to answer, she said as if it were her life long dream, "A girl from Orange County is moving in. You know what that means, don't you?"
The only response she got was an irritated groan.
She plopped herself onto the living room couch, and squealed, "I'm gonna, like, be friends with someone from the O.C.!"
A laugh escaping from his thin lips, Scott said, "You know, Kitty, just because she's from Orange County doesn't mean she rolls around with Misha Barton or whoever is in that stupid show you're always watching, and what makes you think that she's even going to like you?"
"Well, who else is she going to, like, bond and stuff with? It's not like anyone else around here likes going to the mall or doing any of that kind of stuff."
"You really ought to stop that whole stereotype thing," Scott informed her, starting up the tall, luxurious stairs, feeling that this conversation was not worth wasting any more of his precious time on. "We might need to rush you to the emergency room after you figure out that she has five facial piercings and worships Marilyn Manson."
"Ew!" Kitty shrieked, wearing a disgusted look on her face. "Scott, is that true? Scott! That so can't be true! Scott! Get back here!"
Meanwhile, thousands of miles across the country, an infamous gold digger named Delia Parker purred, "So, what brings you here, is it… Professor Xavier?" She was sitting in a love seat, located in the living room of her beachside mansion.
After clearing his throat, he replied, "Yes. Well, what has brought us here—" Professor X shifted his eyes over to Logan, who always came with him to recruit, serving him as some sort of body guard. "—is your daughter. I believe her name is Brianna? We are from a school of mine. It is a safe place for teenagers with… gifts. There, we teach young people how to control their mutations, and, eventually, if they choose, to use them for good."
Mrs. Parker raised a newly waxed eyebrow as she was handed a brochure. After skimming through the small booklet, and taking a sip from her large, martini glass, she said, "Well, it looks very impressive. I can't really say, though, because I let my baby girl make her own decisions." She took a pause, and shouted, much to their surprise, "BRE! GET DOWN HERE, PLEASE! BRE!"
"Mother!" Brianna shouted as she slinked down the spiraling stairs, and told the person on the other end of her cell phone that she needed to go.
When she laid her soft green eyes on the man sitting next to the guy in the wheel chair, her attitude was tamed and she took a seat next to her mom.
As the Professor explained how wonderful his school was to the sixteen-year-old girl, she continued to gaze towards Wolverine. One could tell that there was something about Logan that had her intrigued, but the man himself didn't seem to notice, taking her staring as her inquisitiveness towards him. He thought that she was probably just wondering what he was doing there, since he hadn't spoken a word since she got down.
Once Xavier stopped his talking, he looked at Brianna as if she had been listening and was capable of making a well-informed decision on whether she wanted to live with him and his followers.
When she looked at him, rather blankly, Charles decided to tap into her mind. Normally, he didn't like to read people's thoughts unless they had given him permission, but in order to see why she was looking so blank and what he could do to change that, he felt that was what he needed to do.
Deciding that it was best not to repeat what he had just heard her thinking, not wanting to embarrass the young girl or Logan, Professor X smirked, pretending he had not used his telepathy at all, and asked, "Well, Brianna?"
Brianna's eyes swiveled from her mom, to the man with the black hair, and to the man without hair. She had caught the gist of what the latter had been saying, and her mouth stretched into a grin as she agreed to go with them, to 'the Mansion.'
Once the brief discussion over when they were going to pick her up had been finished, Brianna made her way back up to her room, where she began thinking about how pleasant this whole part of her life was going to be. Soon, she would be on her way to Bayville, New York… a place where she was no longer going to be frowned upon for her illusions. Her mutation was going to be embraced for the first time in her life, opposed to being hidden to the best of her mother's abilities.
Around five, the very next afternoon, after hours of stuffing her Louis Vuitton suitcases full of, for the most part, useless luggage, and then sobbing over the telephone with all of her closest friends, telling them she would be leaving, Brianna pecked her mother on her plastic cheek and was on her way.
The entire plane ride to New York was, in her opinion, a wreck. Although Charles Xavier had purchased first class tickets, they happened to be scattered away from one another. Brianna was placed next to a middle-aged businessman who reeked of cologne and constantly questioning her on 'how things were going in her life.'
She was hoping to have a seat reserved next to Logan, so she would be able to get to know the rugged, real bad boy type of guy. Instead, the closest she got to communicating with him was accidentally brushing up against his muscular arm as he took his seat, which happened to be located directly in front of her own.
Brianna really wished that they had taken that jet the Professor was talking about. But, before boarding the plane, he told her how difficult it was finding somewhere legal for the 'Blackbird' to land, and how they only used it for emergencies, anyways, so they were forced to take a plane.
At least she got a window seat. Brianna trained her eyes on the ground beneath them, running her long fingers through her elbow length, deep brown hair occasionally.
Apparently, she had a worried expression plastered across her face, because the slime ball next to her asked her what was bothering her a couple of times.
The second time, she plainly retorted that she was fine. Most people know that when you're 'fine', in reality, you are not doing so great, but the man seemed to take it as an all right answer, and stopped asking her if she was okay or not.
Brianna Ranae Contreras was not the type of person that enjoyed showing weakness, and she was definitely not the type of person who was about to confess to a complete stranger that she was worked up about moving somewhere new… a place that was probably completely different from California.