I really wish someone would come get me and take me away from the situation that I am currently in. I wouldn't care if I knew them or not, I just wish someone would help me. My head hurts after my last day at school, now I have to deal with my mother calling me a delinquent all day. I will have to take it though, if I am to stay alive. It is about dinnertime and mother is calling me. I am currently listening to 99 Biker Friends by Bowling for Soup. This song is making me feel better about everything that is happening. I wish that someone could hear my pleas. I put on a smile to face the world each day and I hope that I can soon get away from here. Oh great my mother wants to talk to me, don't have to leave, but the peer pressure in this house is outstanding. I should know I feel it building every five minutes.
About 8 o'clock someone knocked on the door, my mother answered the door. I was sitting on the balcony that leads inside on my laptop. It struck again, I could hear the wheelchair bound man's thoughts. He thought quickly his mental voice saying," It's not polite to probe other's minds without their promission little girl. I was in shock. The man turned to him and said," If you're looking for Frank's house, he's about two miles down the road." The strange man said," No, I am at the right address and I would like to speak with your daughter alone, please." My mother said," Well, she's upstairs." The man asked," Could you please call her down here?" My mother yelled,"HADRIA!" I came running down the stairs thinking that things couldn't get any worse than it already has. It wasn't until my mother left the room that he introduced himself as Professor Charles Xavier. I remember asking," What are you here for sir?" He said," You have been hearing people's thoughts." I said shocked," Yes sir, that has been happening. Also I have woken up several times floating several feet off of my bed." He said," How about you come stay at my school for gifted children." I stared at him shocked, my eyes as big as dinner plates. I finally said," Okay, I'm being kicked out anyways, why not have somewhere to go." The rest of the night I spent packing my bags. I didn't know where I was going or much less, did I care, nope. It was the first time that I would hopefully get to lead a normal life for a while. At about seven the next morning a black jet landed in the park accross the street. I smiled sensing that was Professor Xavier's jet. All of my belongings were in two pretty small suit cases.
I ran outside suitcases in hand, to the park and said," I'm ready to go." Xavier motioned for me to board the jet and soon it was in the air.