Dear Whoever Will Listen,
I feel like everyone stares at me. I know that it is crazy to think like this, but I can't help myself. Sometimes, I think I hear HIM. I know he isn't here, but sometimes his voice speaks in my head. He tells me that I am ugly.
Angel Salvadore sits in a high tree that is as far away from the mansion as it can get. Her classmates are somewhere around the mansion grounds, talking and enjoying the day. Angel can hear their voices, but she doesn't want to join them. Instead, she resents the sounds of their voices and wishes that they would all just go away.
I don't want to be here anymore. I hate it here.
Angel writes angrily in her notebook. It is a gift from the the school. Everything she has now is from those that run the Institute . However, Angel believes that since she came to this mansion with nothing, she'll leave with nothing.
She doesn't know why she is here. She knows that she has nowhere else to go, but she can't understand why she is at this school. She has nothing in common with the kids or the people that run it.
They are all people from prominent or happy-go-lucky backgrounds. Angel is none of that and she has none of that. She doesn't know how to connect with these people.
She feels as if she can't paint herself into the picture, so she separtates herself from it. She tells herself that she doesn't want to be apart of this school. She could care less about the Xavier Institute or the vision that he had.
However, even though she is a girl gifted with wings, she has no real reason to fly away.
There is nowhere for her to go.
As much as she hates it here, it is the only place where she will be accepted.
Suddenly, her notebook flies out of her hands and drops downward. Angel is surprised and watches it as it lands into a beautiful blonde woman's hands. Angel sucks in her breath as she stares down at Emma Frost.
Angel can't stand Emma. Not with the way that she dresses or the way she carries herself. Angel knows that the telepathic woman is nothing but a cold-
"Bitch" Emma replies sweetly as she stares up at Angel.
Emma smiles at the dark skinned girl and dangles the notebook in her hands. She glances down at the words written across the page and decides to tease the younger girl.
"Dear Whoever Will Listen...," Emma says in a mocking voice.
She can't continue, because Angel angrily flies down and swoops infront of her. Angel stands with her hands on her hips and angrily stares at Emma.
"Give it back," She hisses dangerously.
Emma smiles and closes the notebook. She hands it to Angel and glances at the girl. Emma likes Angel, because she sees a lot of potential in the girl. She knows Angel's history and her past. It is filled with mental abuse. Emma found it hard for her to read Angel's mind, because it brought back her own painful memories.
Despite this, Emma was glad to see that Angel had something else in her mind as well.
Strength.
"Well, Angel Salvadore, I'm listening" Emma says.