Chapter Four: Spoon Test.
I sat in the principal office or what boarding school's like to call the headmistress' office. She runs a hand through her white and grey streaked hair, wasn't she just a bundle of nerves.
"Jane? Jane Gray?" I frown at this. I haven't gone by that name for years now. Not since I found about her.
"It's Janie." I correct her trying to not sound the least bit snobby.
"Janie it is. Welcome to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. I am Professor Munroe, but you can call me Storm."
Storm as she has been asked to be called didn't look all that old to be head of the school. She looked to be half my parent's age to be honest. I smiled genuinely, well tried to anyway. It did little to ease the tension and I had to sit on my hand to keep from fidgeting.
She started talking about the school which I easily drowned out. Light rain tapped the glass window as she spoke. Strangely as she ran of things to say the rain on the window got louder and louder. I almost didn't hear her call my name over a clash of thunder covering the sound. I look up at her and she held out a spoon.
The metal felt cool against my skin I gave it a little grip as I examined it from front to back.
"Um, Professor? Do you want me to eat something?" I ask holding the utensil up to the light reflecting the light of her office. I mean what else can you do with a spoon? I can't remember the last time I ate. Maybe I must of got hunger on the mind.
She let out a nervous laugh, "No not exactly." She paused, deciding if she wanted to tell me or not. "You sister," My grip on the spoon grew tighter, "Was telepathic, she could move things and read people's mind among other things . . ." Her voice seem to trail off. My thumb rested on the bridge of the spoons head as my nails dug crescent shape wounds into my palm.
She wanted to see if I was psychic or not. I didn't need to look down at my hand to know that I wasn't.
"I went to school with your sister so I thought . . ." Well you thought wrong. My brain waves go up and down like everyone else's and my brain does nothing out of the ordinary.
But I choose to keep my thoughts to myself and my anger at bay, I didn't want to blow up on the head of my new school. I may be a lost cause and a delinquent at my old school, that doesn't mean she has to know it. But knowing my teachers they probably sent my preminent record along with my psyche evaluation. So there isn't any hope.
I read both documents before and believe me it doesn't flatter me at all. I forced myself to yawn as an excuse and surprisingly it was genuine, but I had to blink back a few tears.
"It's been a long night huh," like you can't even believe. "We'll pick this up later." There was a knock on the door and a mess of dirty blond hair poked through the door, "Alexander what are you doing up?"
Blue eyes smiled sheepishly and faked a yawn, mine was more believable I might add.
"Someone woke up me," He looks directly at me. "Plus I couldn't go to sleep so I went to look for my bro. You haven't seen him have you?" Something in his voice told me he was half lying plus he wore a taunting smile on his face.
"No I haven't seen him since this morning, but I'm sure he's still the mansion, somewhere." Storm thinks for a second and adds, "It's getting late, do you mind bring Janie to her room?"
"No." He declines and oddly enough I'm relieved.
"No, I don't mind." I drop my spoon as picks up my things like it's nothing. Which is kind of true knowing the actual contents of my things, but he didn't need to flaunt his tan muscular arms.
I looked away before he notice me staring at least I hope he didn't. Slumping an arm around me he guides me out the door. The mere closeness make me dizzy. He smelled like sand and the ocean, if that's even possible.
Storm shouted something when we were out in the hall, my room number I think. Down the hall I broke away from him to put distance between us, but we were forced a mere inch together during a flight of stairs. I had two take them two by two just to keep up. We rounded the corner and I almost rammed into him.
"We're here, room one-oh-seven!" Alex chirped and stood back as I opened the door.
I'm the first to enter and he quickly follows setting my stuff at the foot of my bed and leans on to my bed frame. The room looked to be made for one. But the room looked too bear to have a current occupant a bed at the far left corner, a desk adjacent on the other side, and in the middle a small window.
I open my messenger with a click and proceed to unpack my clothing. I stop midway through because of the remaining articles of clothing, my undergarments. I looked over to my bed he wasn't there.
"Thirty-Four Cee." That was because he was behind me; my face grew hot a second time that day. Before I could react I found him outside my door, "I see you're all settled in." No shit Sherlock, "I'm across the hall," Like I'd ever voluntarily visit you. "Sweet dreams, Jane." My door locked with a low click.
How'd he? Damn him. Not even my parents call me by that name anymore. It's not that I hate my birth name or anything; it's just too damn similar to her name, and I'm not her carbon copy. We're nothing alike.
The already programmed digital clock on bedside table blared past twelve and almost one. I put my remaining clothes into my dresser while stifling a yawn. I changed into a washed out red tee and a pair of boxer shorts. Very glamorous of me I know.
I looked through the cardboard box for my sleeping bag. It's not that I didn't appreciate the blood red comforters on the bed already. It's just since the house imploded I was forced to sleep in a dark green sleeping bag. I haven't been able to sleep without it since. I never noticed it before but I can't keep warm inside since the accident, I tried three thick blankets but I always reverted back. The smell of Ocean spray fills my nostrils as I zipper myself to sleep. Mom must have washed it when I left school.
I'm usually an insomniac with the weird habbit of falling asleep at three in the morning. But from the past events of the day unconsciousness came easily and I didn't have to cry myself to sleep this time either.
End of Chapter Four!
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Hours later I awake to the sound off knocking. I don't open my eye but instead burry my head into my pillow. Praying the person behind the door to go away and let me sleep.
Some how I don't think that was going to happen. The door didn't open but I hear lights foot steps in the room. Hands touch me through my sleeping bag and pull me through onto my feet. I'm going to punch Alex's lights out. Still groggy my eyes open not to his familiar dirty blond but to a high short brunet ponytail.
"I'm Kitty," She says helping me to my feet. "Sorry there's no time for more introductions. We're already late for danger training."
Kitty and I head to the door but never reach it, instead we sink through the floor. Kind of like the fuzzy feeling you get when you foot falls asleep, the only difference is the feeling is in your whole body.
We touch down in a bright metallic room, which looks to be a locker room. My eye widened as her hand phase through one of the lockers and hands me a black jumpsuit.
"Get change or they'll make you run laps around the mansion. TTFN!" With that she phased through several isles of lockers and through a door labeled Danger Room, leaving me all alone.
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