I woke up early the next day, around six in the morning according to the alarm that sat on my desk. I leaped out of bed, feeling unkempt and unclean when I realized that I had slept in the dirty clothes from the night before. And from a couple of days ago. I made a disgusted face, grabbed some fresh clothes and a towel, and slowly opened my bedroom door to avoid making any noise. I looked down the corridor, saw that no one else was awake, and quietly stepped out.

I walked down for a minute and was satisfied that I wasn't too far away from the bathrooms. I pushed the door to the Women's Room open and found that there were showers located in there as well. I quickly showered because I still didn't want anyone to notice my appearance. I knew I already didn't have a good reputation here. Who likes someone who flings someone else through a wall?

I did however truly enjoy the hot water and scrubbing off my reminder of the horrible past. I got out and tip-toed back to my room, still remaining unseen. I decided to attempt to do my hair, brushing it multiple times and actually applying make-up. I might as well look presentable when everyone decides to glare at me.

I looked at the clock in the corner of my room and saw that it was around 7:00 AM. I shrugged my shoulders and hoped that breakfast would be served, considering my growling stomach was gnawing my insides. I grabbed a light gray hoodie and a book that I found by the bedside, just for the hell of it, and walked out of my room.

It was quiet out in the hallway and I tried to walk silently, quite aimlessly also considering I didn't know where to go.

However after ten minutes of wandering and dodging people, my nose picked up the smell of freshly cooked food. I smiled and my mouth watered. I scampered over to where the food was and saw a buffet line of different delicacies; eggs, bacon, sausages, muffins, assorted cereals, and juices galore. I grabbed myself a muffin, bagel, and fruits. This was simply heavenly.

I walked through the door nearby, tray in hand and head down as I concentrated on not messing up my grip, but my steps slowly stopped as I noticed that the noise from conversations of multiple students slowly diminish. My head, bit by bit, lifted and my eyes gazed around. Apparently I walked into the seating area, because groups of students were seated around, eating their breakfast. Well, they were. Now they were just looking at me.

I even noticed a group of, what looked like, teachers stop talking as well. Everyone just kept staring at me dumbfoundly, as if I had a gun in one hand and a victim in the other.

Now I've done a lot of hard things in my life. But walking through that eating area to get to the outside was by far the worst thing I've ever experienced. I've never been put into a position where I couldn't handle the outcome or been stared at like that by so many people. I felt unwanted and insecure by just glances from people that I didn't even know. This was probably why I didn't have a social life to begin with – to avoid situations like this.

I hurriedly walked to the nearest exit and pushed opened the door that lead to the outside.

It was a nice day, breezy and full of sunshine, that and a few kids were sitting outside, which meant less people. I walked under a nearby tree and sat down, putting my food next to me and opening my book. I didn't know what time classes around here started, and I hadn't bothered to ask.

I picked at my food every now and then, but kept my head down, reading. I was so oblivious to everything else around me, I hadn't notice others walk by or look down at me. Or join me.

"Hey there."

I looked up to see Angel sitting next to me and watched as he popped one of my grapes into his mouth. He chewed and smiled. I rolled my eyes and tried to ignore him, considering last night's events on the roof had been a little embarrassing.

He continued to snatch at my food. I couldn't resist speaking. "A little hungry?" I asked, looking over at him, cocking my eyebrow.

He smiled and it made me melt. "Maybe," he said. He cleared his throat. "Hey look."

I looked up and strayed away from my book.

"That was pretty bad in there," he said, referring to the eating area. "I just want to let you know that they were just curious about you. We've never seen anything like you before."

Like me? Was I the equivalent of a hurricane in a pack of rainy days? Did I stick out that much?

"Yeah well. I guess I'll just get used to it," I said. I decided to change the subject. "What can you do?"

"What can I do?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Why are you here?"

"Oh." He seemed a little uneasy, but he slowly took off the brown coat that he had been wearing since last night. What he uncovered was something that I hadn't expected in a million years: wings. Giant, glorious, angelic wings. How on God's green Earth had I missed those? He covered them before I could marvel at them some more.

"Those," I stammered. "Are beautiful."

His face grew a little rosy and his gaze fell to the floor. "Thanks."

We sat there in silence for awhile but the sound of a bell broke us out of our trance.

"Oh, uhm," Angel started. "The Professor wanted to see you. C'mon, I'll take you to him."

He helped me up and together we started the long journey to the Professor's office. I tried as best as I could to ignore everyone's eyes and that awkward silence but it was too much to endure. By the time we reached his office, I felt as if I had just run a marathon. It was only the morning and my body felt physically exhausted.

"Hello Alixandra," Professor Xavier said as I entered. Angel had left, probably to go to his classes, and I wished he hadn't.

I sat down the leather chair across from his desk and crossed my legs. "Hi," I said meekly.

I looked over and noticed that Logan was sitting on the dark couch by the window. He had a stern expression on his face and I smiled weakly at him. "Uhm," I murmured at him, "S-Sorry. About the whole...throwing you through a wall thing..."

"No problem," he replied tonelessly.

"Anyway," Professor Xavier said, "How are you today Alixandra?"

"Peachy," I said sarcastically and I rested my chin the palm of my hand.

He smiled at me as if he enjoyed my sarcasm. "Now I need to discuss with you something very serious. I need to know that you can handle it."

I hesitated but replied with a, "Yeah." I honestly think I can take anything now. I thought I was handling the destruction of my past pretty good, you know, considering I haven't killed myself or inflicted pain upon anyone else.

"Now," Professor Xavier said. "There are people looking for you, which is why I want you to stay here and remain under my supervision and protection. There are forces out there greater than you think. These people think that you, Alixandra, are that greater force."

I must have had a what-have-you-been-smoking look spread across my face because he continued, "I am not joking my dear. Your potential in your abilities are something others only dream of. You don't realize it yet, but there is so much that you can do."

"As...in?"

"You flung me through a wall for one thing," came Logan's voice from the back of the room. Was he ever going to let that go?

"And I'm sorry for that—"

"Alixandra." The Professor's stern voice switched my attention to him. "I would like to show you what you don't think you have."