It's the same beginning I just edited it a bit. Enjoy!
The buzzer sounded to my apartment in which I had been living in for at least a year. I was 17 at the time, soon to be 18 in a few months. I rented a place to live from the parents of my best and only friend, Sam. They all knew what I was and they didn't mind at all. I rushed to answer back by pressing the button to open the entrance door. I stood in the doorway of my apartment. A young looking man dressed all in black walked up the stairs. In his left hand he held papers.
"Miss D'Asto?" he asked , his voice rough and deep.
"Yes," I gave him a hard glare, "What do you want?"
"I'm afraid I have some bad news." he continued on like the news wasn't that bad. "Your parents. They were killed in a train accident, it derailed, half of the people on the train died." he looked me over, but I wasn't crying, I had no emotions to show. I had no reason to.
"Doesn't this disturb you?" he questioned.
"Not really," it just came out. I didn't hesitate, "They never loved me after the age of 15. I have no reason to be disturbed."
"May I ask why that is?" more questions flowed from his mouth.
"You wouldn't like me either if I told ya why. Plus, it's none of your business. Now if you don't mind, Mr..."
"Ronan. It's Ronan."
"...Mr. Ronan, I have work to get to, so just shut the door on your way out please."
"But, Miss Tommy. The will. Everything in the house was left to you. Even the house itself." I dropped the book I was about to read.
"Everythin'?"
"Yes. Would you like to go there now?"
"Uh. Yeah. Hold on. Let me grab my coat." I took my black trench coat despite the heat outside, and a box of matches. Ronan just gave me a quizzical look. I took my keys and shoved them into my pocket along with the matches. I stopped by Sam's house or apartment to tell her mom I was leaving. She didn't question me. I was known as a "wanderer who doesn't leave the town".
Ronan automatically unlocked a black SUV. We both strapped in and set off. The ten minute trip was very quiet. He pulled into my dr... My parent's driveway. The house looked as though nothing had changed. My mother's rose bushes in full bloom brought the house to life. I immediately heard Roscoe, my dog barking inside. He greeted us at the door along with my cat, Sun. Neither had forgotten me. I looked around the house touching everything, remembering the area.
I came to my mom's China cabinet. "What about these? They're mine too?"
"It says 'Valuables: Tommy'. And unless you have a brother named Tommy too, they're yours." Ronan pit the papers under his arm and looked around the house also.
I gave a faint smile. On the mantle piece were all of the pictures my father had taken of us. There was a picture of just the three of us. I was about eight, with my arms in the air on my dad's shoulders. My mom was right next to us. We had all been smiling and laughing.
I left the pictures and went to my room and began taking down my posters and packing up my things. I put most of my clothes in a duffle bag. My posters went in it too. I packed my jewelry and laptop plus, some more little knickknacks. The weather was turning into it's usual Green Bay weather and the clouds were rolling in. My room was becoming bare. The last things I decided to take was a trunk full of old pictures including the ones off the mantle.
"Hey Mr. Ronan! Are my pets mine to take too!?" I yelled not knowing where he disappeared to.
"Yes Tommy!" he was beginning to get agitated.
'Yes I succeeded!' I always joked about getting people mad.
Most of the things in the house were useless to me. I decided that my mother's China could go to my aunts. They can fight over it. I wrapped up my favorite ceramic figurines in newspaper and took two of my mom's favorite Italian cook books. Since both my parents were fully Italian, I had a slight "mafia", as some put it, accent. I left the "G" at the ends of words out a lot.
I met up with Ronan in the living room. "Is this all you're taking?"
"For now. I want to keep everythin' in my room, but as for my mom's China, her sisters can have those. I have all that I want of my father's. Ya don't mind if I bring my cat and dog in your car, do ya?"
"No, not at all. That's why I have an SUV." he smiled and took the trunk of pictures and the duffle bag. I got Roscoe on his leash and Sun followed me to the car. Rain started to drizzle down as we got in. Roscoe ran from window to window in the back seat. His brown floppy ears bounced as he scooted to the windows. He whined at the passing cars. Sun took comfort in my lap. Her golden fur moved up and down as she purred.
"So," Ronan broke the silence to make a little conversation, "How did you manage to train a cat so well?"
I gave a little laugh. "Everyone asks that. We never trained her. She just follows me all over the place." I smiled and brush my hair away from my eyes. Ronan was smiling too.
My permanent bright red highlights fell in front of my eyes again as he skidded to a stop.
"Huh?" I jerked forward, 'Why did he stop?' I gave him a blank stare.
"I'm sorry, " he said as he returned my gaze, "But you said something about I wouldn't like you if you told me. It kind of threw me off. What did you mean by that?"
My mind blanked out. 'Why did he want to know? Can I even trust him? What will he think?' "Um... W-would you tell anyone I-if I told you? Because," I sped up my words, "If you did I would get in tons of trouble and the police would arrest me and, and do some weird tests on me!"
"Okay, okay. Settle down. I swear to you I won't tell a single soul. I know you don't know me, but you can trust me."
"Well," I started, "It's hard for me to explain." I looked down to my lap and started to fumble around in my pocket. Licking my lips I took out my matchbox. One. Two strikes and the match was lit. I held it in front of me. "Watch." I said, still looking at the match. I placed my free hand in front of it and like magic the flame was gone. I glanced towards Ronan. He didn't look surprised. I was a little confused at that. My mother looked as though she was going to put a knife in my back when she knew what I was. I continued.
I laid my hand out straight, palm facing up in the air away from Sun. It began to glow bright red. Then a flame grew in my hand. Scared, I closed my hand and absorbed the fire.
"That is one of the most incredible powers I have ever seen. I mean I've seen a girl walk through walls, but that is simply amazing."
"You're... You're not afraid of me because I'm a... A." I lost the word even though I had been called it for three years.
"You mean a mutant. No, I'm not afraid. Your eye color gave that away." my eyes were a bright red almost orange. "In fact," he put his hand on mine which felt a little uncomfortable, "My son is a mutant. At the age of three he debugged my entire computer software program. He goes to this school just for mutants. It's called Xavier's School for the Gifted. The school is in New York. If you end up going, my son would give you some company. He's only 12, but he knows a lot for his age. His name is Shane, but other's call him Gizmo. Ronan replaced his hands on the steering wheel and we started moving again.
AWhats Shanes last name? If I do go it might help to know some kids. I thought this would be awesome. I could learn about my powers and go back to school!
AIts Shane McCons. Ill tell you more about it inside. Ill give you the address to the school also.
I didnt notice, but we were back at the apartment complex. The rain was now pouring down. Ronan took my duffle bag and trunk to the door. I put Sun under my coat and ran with Roscoe to unlock the door. My dog shook when we entered and followed us to my apartment. Ronan gave me the information about the school.
Before he left, he reached out his hand to me. AGood luck. I hesitated, then took his hand.
I replied, AThanks. Ill think about goin
AOh. By the way, I put Shanes email address there too. Feel free to talk to him. He knows the school better then I do. He smiled and turned to the door.
AThank you. Well, I said, Agood bye. I waved and shut the door.
While Roscoe and Sun got used to their new surroundings, I whipped out my laptop and began to email Gizmo.
This is what I wrote:
To: About the school
Dear Gizmo,
Hey! My name is Tommy and I talked with your father today. He told me that you go to a school for mutants. I was wondering if you could give me some more information about this school.
Sincerely,
Tommy
I sent the email and shut the laptop. There was much on my mind. I have to tell Sam about this. I made sure my animals would be okay and ran next door.
ASam! Guess what! I said as I ran through the door. She was sitting in front of the T.V. She turned it off and looked at me, wide eyed with excitement.
AWhat!? Whats up!? I flopped myself down on the couch next to her.
ATheres a school just for mutants. I can go there, learn about my powers and go back to school. Without worryin about gettin arrested for using my powers. Sam was speechless as her mom walked into the room and spoke for her.
AThat sounds wonderful! Do you plan on going? asked Mrs. D.
AIm thinkin about it.
AWhat would your parents think?
AUh. Um. Well, to tell ya the truth, Mrs. D. My parents died, both of them in a train accident. I tried to show some sympathy.
AWell, thats a shame! Sam and her parents didnt like my family after they tried to negotiate with them about my powers. Mrs. D continued with her cooking.
AThats great Tom! Sam reacted a little late about me going.
For the rest of the night we talked about going to Xaviers School. I nearly forgot about Roscoe and Sun. We chimed on until midnight. A howl rang out from my apartment.
Mrs. D looked up from her reading surprised. I gave a sheepish grin.
AEh! Oops, sorry. I forgot to tell ya. I got my pets too. Its alright if they stay awhile, right?
AYes, she smiled a bored smile, Afor a little while, but, she paused, Aif you decide to leave they must go with you. Its late. And Sam has school in the morning. You two can talk tomorrow. she pointed to Sam when she said her name.
I said my good byes and went back to my apartment. Roscoe desperately had to go out, so I decided to take him for a walk. Maybe even stop by the house for a minute. I patted Sun, who was lying on my counter, as I walked out the doors, Roscoe biting on his leash.
We passed the strip mall during the two block walk. The White Hen manager locked his door and turned out the lights for the night. Roscoe remembered the familiar route and tugged me along. Down the second row of houses and turning into the driveway before the cul-de-sac.
Across the street, a car door slammed to a black and blue jeep. Out jumped three teenaged boys, around my age, in their high school lettermen jackets. I wanted to run in fear.
AYou know, Trevor? A few years ago we wouldn'tt have been doing this. the tallest yelled.
The light brown haired one yelled back in response, AWill you shut up, Kevin!? Stop reminding me of the incident!
AShh you two! People are sleeping by now. the third one warned.
AJeez. Just learn to have some fun Trev, Kevin swung open the door to his car. ACmon Seth. We have to get home or mom will be ticked. Kevin slammed the door shut and started the jeep.
ATrevor, sorry about that. Ill see you at school tomorrow. he waved and was barely in the car before his brother quickly backed out and sped away. Trevor just looked to the clear Wisconsin sky.
I hid, trying not to be seen. I remembered that incident they mentioned. The memories shot back like a cringing pain.
The rain began to pour down on the stadium. The crowd shouted as the player ran down the field, dodging everyone. He never lost his balance or the ball. The fans roared with excitement. The second half ended with a score of 34 to 22. The marching band began to play the school song. I shared a blanket with my first boyfriend, Trevor. We were both fourteen and freshmen. It was the fourth football game of the season for our high school and we werent ready for what the weatherman failed to predict.
I snuggled closer to him, forgetting about my powers. I had only used them once when I was 10, when I absorbed a flame from a candle. I shivered and reached for his hands. He game a quick smile, but it soon faded. His skin turned purple and he went into shock. I had no idea what to do. One of the football moms saw Trevor in his condition. She threw her blanket around him and caught him before he fell. AHere, she handed me her cell phone, Acall an ambulance. Hell be okay. Dont worry.
I did as she said and when the medics arrived, there was already a huge group of people around us. I asked one of the medics putting Trevor in the ambulance if I could ride with him. He only shook his head in response.
I waited in the waiting room for over a half an hour before the doctor came to tell me what had happened. Remembering what happened, my fear returned to me. What had happened? I asked myself. A puff of smoke caught my eye. It was a hospital, no one is supposed to smoke in a hospital. Confused I looked up from the magazine I was reading. No one else was in the room with me. I looked back down to finish reading. The edge of the magazine was smoldering.
I gasped and quickly threw it to the ground, stomping out the slight fire that I had started.
Suddenly, the sound of the door down the hall caught my attention. I quickly scooped up the magazine and placed it under some other magazines on the table, then sat back down as the doctor walked in. He looked sleep deprived, but he knew he had work to do at 11:30 at night.
AYoure Trevors girlfriend, I presume? all I could do was nod. AOkay, well, heres the deal. Some how tonight Trevors body was not able to keep his body temperature up. His body, now, isnt responding to any of the procedures we have done, yet hes breathing. Because of the state of shock he was sent into, he isnt waking up. This might be the first stages of a coma.
Barely able to speak, I stood unsteadily. AM-may , I go s-see him? the doctor softly touched my arm.
AYes, but only for a little while.