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*I crawled out of my broken window, and coughed when the smoke blew right in my face. Scratches and bruises marked my body, but at least I was safe. I clung precariously to the window ledge, and glanced at the car below me. It was the only thing that separated me from the concrete it sat on. I looked back into my burning room, afraid to jump, but even more afraid of burning to death. Suddenly, a large ember fell from the ceiling of my room onto my hand. I screamed from the pain, and let go of the ledge. I hung on with only one hand, but I was losing strength. Tears from the smoke and heat clouded my vision, and burned my eyes. I screamed, losing my grip and falling to the pavement below. My arms were reaching futilely to the burning ledge. Suddenly, I felt an incredible pain coursing up my arms. Light shot from my palms, and destroyed most of my house. I hit the car, shattering the windshield below. Then all was black*
I woke, heart pounding. I searched desperately in my mind, trying to grab hold of it before it was gone. But it was too late. I pounded the pillow and screamed into it. –Why does this happen every time! – I screamed to myself. I looked at the clock and saw it was only five minutes before I usually get up. I got up angrily and got dressed. I brushed my hair, pulling the knots out harshly. I walked tiredly down the steps to eat breakfast. Kitty and Mister Logan were the only ones down there. I sat down silently, and served myself some food. Kitty was typing on her laptop, so I didn't try to talk to her. Mister Logan was reading the morning paper, and grunted a hello to me. I nodded back to him, and continued to eat silently. It wasn't long before the other X-men bursted through the kitchen doors. Kurt teleported to sit beside me, and grabbed the first plate in front of him. "Hello!" he said through a mouth full of food. I just nodded, not really in the mood to talk. "Vat iz wrong wit you?" he asked, concern in his eyes. "Nothing, nothing. I just didn't get enough sleep last night," I lied. I wasn't in the mood to share small annoyances. I turned back to my food. Kurt tried to cheer me up with stupid jokes and crazy faces, but I wasn't in the mood. "Something more iz bothering you than loss of sleep, fralien," he said kindly. I smiled, but pushed back chair. "I gotta finish getting ready," I said quickly. I rushed out of the kitchen, but before I was out of sight, I heard Kitty turn to Kurt and say, "What's up with her?"
School was long and boring, like usual. I sat with the other X-men again for lunch, thankful that Courtney gave up on me. Evan was sitting beside Kurt, ogling at his newest creation. "What the heck is that?" I asked. "It iz a green jello, catsup, pickle, and cheese hotdog." Kurt replied. I looked at the monstrosity in horror, and turned away when he took a huge bite. "Oh, barf!" I said. Kitty made puking motions. Rogue looked away in disgust, but Evan watched him, fascinated. I waved Jean over, and watched her smile turn into a frown once she saw Kurt's creation. She opened her mouth, but I interrupted her. "Don't ask. It's just too gross." She took my advice and sat down beside Rogue. "What a day. Three tests in a row. I am so fried," she said. I smiled, snatching one of Evan's fries when he wasn't looking. "Yeah, I know what you mean. I, like, studied all night." Kitty said. I glanced at Rogue, and caught her staring at me. She looked down when I gave her a silent warning. Don't say a word… Scott walked over, saving her from my angry gaze. "Sorry I'm late," he said, finally glancing at the 'hotdog' that was forgotten on Kurt's plate. "What did I miss?" he asked, staring at Kurt's horrible creation. "It iz not as bad as it looks," Kurt said grinning. "Yeah, sure it's not," I heard Scott murmur.
Lunch went by in a flash, and all too soon we were back in our classes. Two new tests and a new project were pushed into my life. After school, I asked Scott if he would drop me by Ellie's house. I hadn't been to her house in two days. He dropped me off, promising to pick me up in an hour. I waved to them and ran up her white painted steps. I rang the doorbell, and stood there. I waited for a minute, but there was no answer. I knocked on the hard wooden door, but was surprised to see that it was open. I pushed it open, and quietly walked through the doorway. It was eerily quiet. Chills of apprehension ran down by back, and I called out to the seemingly empty house. "Ellie? Are you here?" I called. I walked to the kitchen, and opened the apple green door. She wasn't there.
I went upstairs, and walked into my old room. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, landing on her quiet form. She lay there, silent on my bed. I walked over to her slowly, and put one trembling hand to her face. It was cold as ice. I felt tears well up in my eyes, and I turned away, trying to shut out this harsh reality of her long dead body. I never saw the quick movement behind me. I only felt the needle as it injected sedatives into my blood stream.
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