It had been a week since I got the call about Lydia and my lawyer had been bugging me all week about a meeting to discuss her assets.
I really did not feel like talking to anyone, but I finally agreed, so here I was at the Harton and Phelps Law Firm. I was reading a fashion magazine as I waited for , mine and Lydia's (former) attourney. These magazines are so dumb, every single person in it has been photoshopped, humans strive for perfection, mutants can do incredible things yet humans consider mutants to be sub-human…its ridiculous.
Mr. Collingson finally approached me and directed me to his office, where he motioned me to take a seat. "Ms. Windmere, with the passing of your mother" he began, but I quickly cut him off "Adoptive mother" I corrected. "With the passing of your adoptive mother" he re-stated, "financial assets have been awarded to Mrs. Windmere's sister" "I regret to inform you that with her passing you have been stripped of monetary support and inheritance, since your mother did not update her will after adopting you." He said in the most matter of fact tone.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" I asked "what am I supposed to do now? Where the hell am I supposed to go?" "you will be allowed to live in the Windmere house for 15 days, upon which time you are required to vacate the premises." He said.
"this is such bullshit" I muttered as I stormed out of there in utter disbelief. This was completely and utterly ridiculous.
I furiously drove home. As I pulled into my parking spot in front of the townhouse, there were two people sitting on the steps at the entrance. A lady who was too young to have white hair and a dark haired guy with red-tinted aviators. The lady stood to approach me as I got out of the car. "Avery Windmere?" she asked. "Collingson said I had 15 days before I got kicked out." I told her with a frustrated tone.
"I think you're mistaken, were don't evict people.." she said "more lawyers?" I asked with a sigh and groan. "No, Avery, my name is Ororo Monroe and that's Scott Summers, we're here because we know about your gifts.." "I have no idea what you're talking about." I said as I began to make my way up the steps, but the guy said "we can help you, and judging from what you said earlier, it looks like you might need it, being evicted and all.." "Yes, he's right, we can offer you a place to stay, a place you are accepted, a place where you are taught to control your powers." The lady said. "think about it Avery, give me a call when you've decided." She handed me a card that said "Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters" which had a number below. Then they both left.
After a day of contemplation, I realized I really had nowhere to go…I could do what I did that one time I escaped the adoption center when I was nine…go to a hotel and trick the staff into believing I was the owner, and getting myself a room..but it became to hard to keep up, I'd have to be on constant alert..so I finally went back to the adoption center…
That was too much stress, the idea of being accepted for who I was..that appealed to me, and that's what caused me to pick up the phone and dial the number on the card.
"Hello?" A woman answered.
"Is this Ororo? It's Avery" I said.
"No, my name is Jean, but let me go get her for you." The woman said
"Avery" Ororo greeted with some enthusiasm "Have you made a decision?"
"yes, I really don't have anywhere to go..when can I move in?" I replied
"As soon as you like" she said
"does today work?" I asked