X~Men
Aubree awoke the next morning with a jolt as the realization that she wasn't alone sunk in. Rouge squeaked rather oddly when a hand reached up to grab her gloved one. The two girls looked at each other in shocked amazement for a few moments, then dissolved into gales of laughter.
"What are you doing girl?" Aubree sat up allowing room for Rouge to sit on the bed as well.
"Ya slept in so Ah was sent ta fetch ya." Rouge winked. Carefully leaning forward she lowered her voice to a whisper. "Math with Storm, and Ah get ta sit next ta Bobby!"
Aubree couldn't help but smile at her new found friend. She had to admit the immediate acceptance was refreshing and someone seeing her as normal was wonderful. Her life had taken such a drastic turn recently that she had began to forget how to react to the typical everyday conversations. Maybe it was time to relearn. Something Rouge said hit home.
"Math?"
"Yah Math. Ya know? Two plus two?" She wrinkled her nose at Aubree.
"Is it a trig course?"
"Trig?" Rouge thought a moment. "Oh! Ah see now, you're ah brain child or somethin'?."
Aubree just giggled. She had private tutors all her life and they moved her at her pace not by one set by the local school systems. They obviously hadn't checked her records yet and just placed her in the grade level the average sixteen year old should be in.
"Well, in tha' case. Ah'd suggest ya go find the professor. Maybe he can figure somethin' out." Rouge scratched her head. "Sleep away! Ah'll go an' tell Storm." She paused looking as mystivious as ever. "Unless you'd like ta do my homework for me." She giggled on her way out.
Aubree just smiled. She liked Rouge.
Aubree taped on yet another door. She was told the professor was here but found no one, then someone would hunt her down and say they saw him over there, and so the goose chase began. For a person who was supposedly handicapped the professor certainly got around. The room on the other side of the door was quiet, devoid of mental noise. Aubree tried the handle to find it unlocked. He should return to his personal office sometime today; besides, if she saw another flight of stairs anytime soon she would scream.
Gratefully sinking into the plush chair just inside the door Aubree waited, silently cataloging the interior of the room. Comfortable was the only way to describe it. Both mentally and physically.
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