The black haired girl walked down the street, she was trying to look
care free, but truthfully life was weighing down on her. The biggest thing
on her mind now was that a car had been following her for some while and it
was beginning to worry her. She sat down on a bench hoping the car would
pass her. It instead slowed down and the driver shouted to her, "What's
going on?" He wore a pair of dark sunglasses and had brown hair.
The girl looked up and said, "Bitch off."
"What's with the attitude?"
"You've been following for almost fifteen minutes, why?" the girl demanded.
"Because I need to talk to you."
"Oh, well despite what you may think I don't just get in cars with complete strangers," and with that the girl stood and began walking quickly down the street.
"Listen I know what you are," the man in the car called after her.
At this she spun around, "Oh, and what exactly is that?"
"Are you sure you want to discuss this in the middle of the street?"
Deciding she could handle the situation if things got out of control she walked around and climbed into the car. The guy immediately started driving and said, "Emily, right?"
"How do you know my-"
"I'm Scott and I'm supposed to take you to Xavier's school for gifted youngsters."
"Gifted youngsters..."
"Yeah, like mutant gifted."
"Oh."
Scott walked Emily down yet another hallway. Finally they turned to one of the doors and Scott opened it. Charles Xavier sat in his wheelchair teaching a class.
"Sorry to interrupt, Prof," Scott said, obviously surprised the Professor was teaching a class.
"Perfectly alright, Scott. Class is dismissed," Prof. X said back, the students quickly filed out of the room throwing curious looks at Emily. Prof. X now spoke to Emily, "Hello."
"Hi," she relied uncertainly. "I don't understand how you all know me, or why I was brought here or just about anything else."
"No, I'm sure you don't. Emily you are destined to be someone incredibly powerful and you have only just begun to discover these powers. Tell me, what can you do now?"
"I can move things around, mostly small things, but sometimes bigger things. I can stop things like cars and stuff. And if I focus really hard I can make sort of a shield around myself, but it doesn't work very well."
"As you get older and are trained your powers will become stronger. I would like for you to be trained here, any objections?"
"I guess not," she replied thoroughly confused by the events of the day.
"Good, Scott if you could escort her to her room?"
"Of course," Scott replied.
The girl looked up and said, "Bitch off."
"What's with the attitude?"
"You've been following for almost fifteen minutes, why?" the girl demanded.
"Because I need to talk to you."
"Oh, well despite what you may think I don't just get in cars with complete strangers," and with that the girl stood and began walking quickly down the street.
"Listen I know what you are," the man in the car called after her.
At this she spun around, "Oh, and what exactly is that?"
"Are you sure you want to discuss this in the middle of the street?"
Deciding she could handle the situation if things got out of control she walked around and climbed into the car. The guy immediately started driving and said, "Emily, right?"
"How do you know my-"
"I'm Scott and I'm supposed to take you to Xavier's school for gifted youngsters."
"Gifted youngsters..."
"Yeah, like mutant gifted."
"Oh."
Scott walked Emily down yet another hallway. Finally they turned to one of the doors and Scott opened it. Charles Xavier sat in his wheelchair teaching a class.
"Sorry to interrupt, Prof," Scott said, obviously surprised the Professor was teaching a class.
"Perfectly alright, Scott. Class is dismissed," Prof. X said back, the students quickly filed out of the room throwing curious looks at Emily. Prof. X now spoke to Emily, "Hello."
"Hi," she relied uncertainly. "I don't understand how you all know me, or why I was brought here or just about anything else."
"No, I'm sure you don't. Emily you are destined to be someone incredibly powerful and you have only just begun to discover these powers. Tell me, what can you do now?"
"I can move things around, mostly small things, but sometimes bigger things. I can stop things like cars and stuff. And if I focus really hard I can make sort of a shield around myself, but it doesn't work very well."
"As you get older and are trained your powers will become stronger. I would like for you to be trained here, any objections?"
"I guess not," she replied thoroughly confused by the events of the day.
"Good, Scott if you could escort her to her room?"
"Of course," Scott replied.