The day we showed up at Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters was a day that none of us would ever forget. Our parents, all 10 of 'em dropped us off at the front gate in their old fashioned VW bus that was, unfortunately, painted in true hippie tradition with bright colored flowers and colors. But luckily, it was late so no one was outside. As we said our goodbyes, I could help but be truly thankful that our parents were as accepting as they were, otherwise, I don't know what would have happened to us. As we walked up the stone pathway to the front door, I thought back on what happened to bring us here in the first place.
"What are you doing?" I asked the kids as I walked into the "living room", we don't actually call it that, we aren't into labels. "Nothing," came back as the general consensus. And a few happy gurgles and babbles from Mischa and Micah, the babies of the bunch, they're 9 months old. I made my way across the room to the couch, then I realized that there was only 9 of us in the room, "Where's Calliope?" I asked out loud.
"Idon'tknow," came Athena's rushed response, that right there tipped me off that something was up. Then I felt a gush of freezing water hit my back, "CALLIE!" I hollered.
"Opps," I heard, "I was aiming for Summer, she messed up my room and I am SOOOOO sorry Phi."
"Its alright Callie, now Summer apologize."
"No, she took my book and wouldn't give it back so I had to search her room for it."
"I did not take your book, it was mine to begin with."
"Was not"
"Was too"
"Was NOT"
"Was TOO"
"ENOUGH!" I screamed, a headache forming behind my eyes, "I don't care who took what, just apologize and let it go!" My anger bubbling over, the lights started flickering and static formed in the air. I heard the babies whimper but at that moment, I could care less, all I could feel was the painful pressure behind my eyes. And the cause of that pressure was right in front of me.
"Phoenix Isolde, you stop that right now," I heard Kya, my mom, tell me. I whipped around and before I knew what was happening, a gust of wind came through the room, shattering windows and glass as it came and flung my mom across the room and into one of the bookshelves that lined the back wall. And as soon as it had come, the anger and pressure was gone.
Realization of what I had just done set in as the air calmed and the lights returned to normal. I fell to the ground in disbelief at what just happened. I had just hurt my mother, the woman who loved and cared for me despite my freakishness. I could have killed her. As I sat there amongst the rubble of my doing, I saw everyone rush to the unconscious form of my mother. They looked at me as they ran past, and I saw fear in their eyes, fear that I put there. Lotus cautiously made her way toward me, but before she could reach me, I pushed myself off the floor and bolted from the room.
I ran to the stables we have on the property. When I got there, I pulled open the heavy door and booked it down the aisle, past all the stalls, until I reached the very end. In that last stall stood my pure-bred, white stallion, AngelBaby. She was majestic and stood at 16 hands, she was my best friend. I made my way into her stall and threw my arms around her neck, nuzzling my head into her soft coat, she copied my action in her own way.
"Phi," a voice came from outside the stall door, "It was an accident, come back inside." I snuck a look at who it was, it was Sky. She was always the one to calm any of us down, her voice just had that effect.
"Is she ok?" I choked out from AngelBaby's neck, my tears had stopped, but my voice was still thick from crying.
"She's fine, she's worried about you though."
"Why?" I questioned.
"You're her daughter silly."
"I almost killed her!" I shouted and turned to face Sky.
"But you didn't," She reasoned.
"I could have."
"But you didn't, now let's go inside and figure this out. Ok?"
"Ok," I petted AngelBaby and left her stall. I grabbed a carrot from the basket on the wall and fed it to her. As Sky and I made our way to the house, I told her that I had heard about a place for people like me, you know, mutants. And maybe I could go there and they could help me learn to control my powers.
"We'll see Love, We'll see."
And that was the start of my journey to Xavier's Institute. By the time I had snapped out of my memories, we had reached the imposing door. I rang the bell and the door was opened by…
Ooooohhhhh…wonder who it is…hahaha I know something you don't know and you'll have to read to find out!
And once again, I own nothing, except the people you don't know. So no suing me please?
