I used to have another Xmen story but I deleted it because I had a serious case of writers' block (long story) and I couldn't think of the right ending. So I basically abandoned the idea and this is a new story I thought up which makes more sense than the last one.

Claudia's PoV

I woke up. Bed, normal, me, currently alive, bedroom, NOT MINE. Strange. I tried to get off the bed but I couldn't. I craned my neck and looked around. All I saw were wires, strapping me to the bed. My eyes closed a split second after. Was I captured? Is it because I'm a mutant? I didn't know what to do. Then, I heard a voice. "Do you think she's awake?" And another. "No, I don't think so..." I tried to move, and my left elbow twitched. I winced in pain. Was I hurt? "She's alive." The first voice breathed. My eyelids refused to open, but I tried as hard as I could to get them open. After a few tries, they fluttered open. I took in the sight around me. A man in a wheelchair. Bald. "Careful what you think, cause I know what you're thinking," a red haired woman in a doctor's outfit said. Ah great. More of my own kind. I willed the metal restraints to age, and I broke free of them. I sat up, straight. I looked around the strange room I was in. I got on the floor and crumpled to the ground. Ouch. My legs felt sore, as if I ran for a long distance. I asked,"Where am I? Who are you?" As I stood up and sat back onto the bed. I examined my arms. My left arm had a bullet hole in it. It hurt really bad. I willed the wound to age, and as it healed, my arm instantly felt better. "I've never seen anything like this," the bald man said as he wheeled his ... hoverchair? towards me. "My name is Charles Xavier. Hello, Claudia, and welcome to my school, for gifted youngsters." "Uh... hi." I managed to stutter. This was awkward. "And I'm Jean, Jean Grey." The woman shook my hand.

I was in no condition to walk, so they put me in a wheelchair. "How did you... find me?" I asked as Jean wheeled me to my room. "Well, we went out for a walk this morning, and we kinda found you just, lying there, I suppose," she answered.

"Hey Jean!" A man with red sunglasses shouted to her, "is that the newbie we found this morning?" "I have a name, you know" I retorted. Jean whispered,"that's Scott, my ah... fiancé." "Cool! So you married yet?" I asked. She blushed a deep red,"no, cause we have to go on missions and stuff..." "Oh, sorry." I apologized immediately.

I changed into the clothes they left on my bed. They were comfy, not like anything I've worn before. After I changed, I went down to the school cafeteria. As I walked in, whispers began to start. I caught a few lines, like,"who is she?" "What is she doing here?"