AlphaBetically speaking, Charles came first

Author's note: This drabble is deeply related to tomorrow's one so don't be surprised if the ending appears a little weird. ;-)

Thanks to fidjet and Lysen5972.

Universe: This is a School-AU.

Rating: K+

Enjoy!

N – Narrow

During all of his childhood and for a lot of people, Erik Lenhsherr's life had appeared quite simple.

He was born in a little town in Germany, which he had never really left growing up except for the occasional and mandatory school trips in Berlin. His world had been limited to his home, his school, the park and the library, and his entourage to the little family he formed with his mother and father, his small circle of friends that hadn't really changed from kindergarten to middle school and a few adults he saw on a regular basis such as his teachers, the grocer and the librarian.

His choices were limited as well and the path he would be steered to take seemed already set before him. Eventually, he would end up doing the same kind of job that his father did, and according to probabilities, it was very likely that he had already met, at ten, the girl he would end up marrying. All in all, a very simple life indeed.

But if Erik had any say about it, this would never ever happen. For he had perceived quite early on that he wasn't really meant for the life everybody wanted him to have. A clever but not especially brilliant student, he nevertheless spent more time than all of his classmates in the library, trying to discover more about the world and whatever sparked his interest at the moment.

But despite his tendency to avoid parties and bonding events, Erik did not really feel constricted by the place he lived in until the day he discovered his mutation. After having accidentally awaken it, by stopping a knife from falling on his mother's foot, he quickly got the general hang of it and started using it more and more often, to the utter surprise and sometimes wariness of his classmates. Towards the end of middle school, he had officially been categorised as a weirdo by the vast majority of them, which didn't bother him in the slightest. He just isolated himself further, feeling more and more that he was trapped in a world too small for him.

So when his father had miraculously gotten a job offer in America and decided to accept it, Erik had hoped that a lot of things would change, and that he would finally be able to find somewhere to belong in the big, exciting New World. Hence, he did not consider a burden neither to leave almost everything he knew behind, nor to have to learn a new language – he beside realised that it was a thing he was quite good at – or to have to start again from scratch.

And in a way, he had been right. Everything was bigger there. He went to a school that was thrice the size of his previous one, he could walk for hours without never getting out of the city, and he was pretty sure, it was not possible to know all of the inhabitants of his apartment building. Yet, in more ways that one, people in America were very similar to the people he had known in Germany, which was not really a compliment.

There, as it had been in his hometown, his classmates were disturbed by the fact that he was a mutant, frightened by what they didn't know. And so, Erik was very disappointed, for he had hoped to meet a lot of curious students like him, but was only faced with narrow-minded ones, who didn't want to have anything to do with a freak who could barely speak their language.

In the end, he had accepted that isolation would forever be his fate when one day, his world suddenly turned upside down. And this wonderful change came bearing the name of Charles Xavier.

Thank you for reading and see you tomorrow! (I should stop saying that because apparently nobody cares but I can't help it...)