Disclaimer: I own nothing. I own Min. I own nothing. 'Nuff said.
Authors Notes: Ok, even if Min seems like a Mary Sue monstrosity now, she will not stay like that for long. And if she seems like a Jean Grey clone, its far from it. Waaay far from it. And expect more chapters. :) Enjoy!
Min looked back, letting her burgundy suitcase drop from her weakened hand. Her eyes followed the white mini-van as it drove away. She could see Joan waving from the back, her eyes wide and sad. Her mother was also waving lightly, also trying to keep from crying. Min wiped her own eyes with the sleeve of her large hockey jersey, an old piece of clothing from her father. She turned around, and was faced with large, metallic gates, guarding a large mansion. Min, living in an apartment most of her life, had never seen something this big. Her old house could fit a few times over in the first floor.
She picked up her suitcase, holding it so the big hole in the side wouldn't let any of her clothes, or possessions fall out. -Be brave, Minny, be brave.- She repeated in her head what her father had always told her, when she was a little girl. She even felt his presence, even though he was gone. Yet she knew he was watching over her, helping her in this new bump on the road.
Her black eyes scanned the gates until she found an intercom, her hand shaking as she stepped up to press the red 'speak' button. A crackle blasted through, then silence. Then a ragged, gravely voice made its debut, causing Min to shudder. It took her a minute to realize what he was saying, but it did finally get through. "Who's there?"
It took her a few seconds to remember how to speak, but when she did, she was shocked to find her normally strong voice quivering with she wouldn't admit to be fear. "H-h-hello. I-I'm Min Juen, the, the new..." But she trailed off, a feeling in her gut telling her she had little need to go on.
"Min Juen, eh? Alright, come on in." With a creak, the large gates began to open, and Min backed up as to not be hit. When they fully opened, she took a deep breathe, and a very ginger step forward. -Come on Min, this is no time to back down. Daddy would want me to do this. And Mom. They're the reason I'm doing this. They're behind me.- This thought brought a smile to her face; the first one in days ever since she knew she had to leave her home, her family and friends.
She started to walk inside, admiring the luscious grass and the blooming flowers. After a few minutes, she reached the glass doors. iVery easy for a thief to break in.../i Realizing her foolishness, she shook her head, and raised her hand, giving a smart rap on the door. After a few minutes of staring at her almost unseen reflection, she closed her eyes, and the door began to shake. It was just about to break when a tall, slim guy with red shades came running, and opened it, giving her a broad grin.
"Hi, you must be Min. I'm Scott." The black haired girl stepped in, giving him a nod. He held out his hand, but Min simply looked down at it. He shrugged and let it drop back to his side, slipping it into his pocket. Her eyes seemed to eat up the entire foyer with a layer of impress.
"Wow." Was all she could say, gently setting down her suitcase. And she had plenty of room to say it, with all the wooden doors, and large velvetier stairs. And the fact that one room as bigger then her old apartment.
"Yeah. Well, the Professor's out, but he told me to show you your room." It was more of an instruction then a statement, but Min was too wide eyed and in wonder to question the direction of the sentence. She grabbed her suitcase for what seemed like the millionth time today, and began to follow Scott as he lead her up the velvetier stairs. After going through what seemed to be an impossible amount of halls, they stopped at a door.
-Ok, should I go in, or wait for him to open? If I just go in, he might think me really anxious and impatient. I mean, you never get a second chance to make a first impression. But if I don't, he might find he timid and helpless. Should I ask? Yeah, asking works. I'll ask.-
"Should we go in?" Min asked, with a soft monotone, looking up at Scott, as if searching his lean face for a smidgen of an answer. He didn't really reveal much, it was too hard to see his eyes through the glasses. But he did open the door, and that pretty much worked. Her black eyes turned into the room, her short dark hair swishing as she turned. And she was amazed.
There was a large, queen sized bed, with a boasted dark brown headboard, and footboard. It was covered with a forest green comforter, and two fluffy white pillows that made Min just want to run and cozy up into them. But that wasn't all. Also on the far wall was a large picture window, with a sill big enough to sit on. iPerfect place to read.../i But what really made her smile was a book shelf overtop a dresser, and a really comfy looking chair, a round cushion over three legs.
"It... its so luxurious." Was all she could say, before she walked in and sat down on the bed, cherishing its softness. Suddenly remembering her mother's instructions, she looked back up at Scott, who was still in the doorframe. "Excuse me, but where's a phone?"
Scott looked over to a bedside table, where sat a grey, somewhat old fashioned phone with a round dialler. "One rule, long distance phone calls are limited to five minutes. Local, twenty minutes. I'll let you get adjusted, and... come back in an hour."
Min nodded, and stared longingly at the phone until he left. She then picked the phone, and started to dial her mother's cell. By now, she should be stopping at a coffee store. The drive here had been three and a half hours from California, and Joan couldn't stay still that long. She answered on the second ring, and was obviously expecting Min's call.
"Min?
"Mom!"
"Hey sweetie, how's the institute so far? They treatin' ya ok?"
"Its nice, the room is really big and nice, but why do I have to stay here? Why can't I come home, stay with you and Joan?"
"Min, we talked about this, you need to learn to control your gift."
"I know Mom. I'm just scared. Being away from all my family and friends is so new to me. Being a mutant is so new to me."
"I understand, honey. But we got to go, or else we'll get a ticket for parking wrongly. Love you!"
"Love you too. And tell Joan hi and bye for me."
"I will. Have a nice day."
Click. Min left the phone to her ear until it started to beep furiously, and set it back down on the receiver. She dried one tear, and she knew it was the last.
-I can do this. I can be brave. I can learn how to control this. And maybe, I can go home and not be a danger. Not to me, not to Mom, not to Joan, not to anybody. And maybe, I might be able to go home. Without worry.-
On that note, she sank into the pillows, and let the warmness, and coziness cradle her to sleep.
Authors Notes: Ok, even if Min seems like a Mary Sue monstrosity now, she will not stay like that for long. And if she seems like a Jean Grey clone, its far from it. Waaay far from it. And expect more chapters. :) Enjoy!
Min looked back, letting her burgundy suitcase drop from her weakened hand. Her eyes followed the white mini-van as it drove away. She could see Joan waving from the back, her eyes wide and sad. Her mother was also waving lightly, also trying to keep from crying. Min wiped her own eyes with the sleeve of her large hockey jersey, an old piece of clothing from her father. She turned around, and was faced with large, metallic gates, guarding a large mansion. Min, living in an apartment most of her life, had never seen something this big. Her old house could fit a few times over in the first floor.
She picked up her suitcase, holding it so the big hole in the side wouldn't let any of her clothes, or possessions fall out. -Be brave, Minny, be brave.- She repeated in her head what her father had always told her, when she was a little girl. She even felt his presence, even though he was gone. Yet she knew he was watching over her, helping her in this new bump on the road.
Her black eyes scanned the gates until she found an intercom, her hand shaking as she stepped up to press the red 'speak' button. A crackle blasted through, then silence. Then a ragged, gravely voice made its debut, causing Min to shudder. It took her a minute to realize what he was saying, but it did finally get through. "Who's there?"
It took her a few seconds to remember how to speak, but when she did, she was shocked to find her normally strong voice quivering with she wouldn't admit to be fear. "H-h-hello. I-I'm Min Juen, the, the new..." But she trailed off, a feeling in her gut telling her she had little need to go on.
"Min Juen, eh? Alright, come on in." With a creak, the large gates began to open, and Min backed up as to not be hit. When they fully opened, she took a deep breathe, and a very ginger step forward. -Come on Min, this is no time to back down. Daddy would want me to do this. And Mom. They're the reason I'm doing this. They're behind me.- This thought brought a smile to her face; the first one in days ever since she knew she had to leave her home, her family and friends.
She started to walk inside, admiring the luscious grass and the blooming flowers. After a few minutes, she reached the glass doors. iVery easy for a thief to break in.../i Realizing her foolishness, she shook her head, and raised her hand, giving a smart rap on the door. After a few minutes of staring at her almost unseen reflection, she closed her eyes, and the door began to shake. It was just about to break when a tall, slim guy with red shades came running, and opened it, giving her a broad grin.
"Hi, you must be Min. I'm Scott." The black haired girl stepped in, giving him a nod. He held out his hand, but Min simply looked down at it. He shrugged and let it drop back to his side, slipping it into his pocket. Her eyes seemed to eat up the entire foyer with a layer of impress.
"Wow." Was all she could say, gently setting down her suitcase. And she had plenty of room to say it, with all the wooden doors, and large velvetier stairs. And the fact that one room as bigger then her old apartment.
"Yeah. Well, the Professor's out, but he told me to show you your room." It was more of an instruction then a statement, but Min was too wide eyed and in wonder to question the direction of the sentence. She grabbed her suitcase for what seemed like the millionth time today, and began to follow Scott as he lead her up the velvetier stairs. After going through what seemed to be an impossible amount of halls, they stopped at a door.
-Ok, should I go in, or wait for him to open? If I just go in, he might think me really anxious and impatient. I mean, you never get a second chance to make a first impression. But if I don't, he might find he timid and helpless. Should I ask? Yeah, asking works. I'll ask.-
"Should we go in?" Min asked, with a soft monotone, looking up at Scott, as if searching his lean face for a smidgen of an answer. He didn't really reveal much, it was too hard to see his eyes through the glasses. But he did open the door, and that pretty much worked. Her black eyes turned into the room, her short dark hair swishing as she turned. And she was amazed.
There was a large, queen sized bed, with a boasted dark brown headboard, and footboard. It was covered with a forest green comforter, and two fluffy white pillows that made Min just want to run and cozy up into them. But that wasn't all. Also on the far wall was a large picture window, with a sill big enough to sit on. iPerfect place to read.../i But what really made her smile was a book shelf overtop a dresser, and a really comfy looking chair, a round cushion over three legs.
"It... its so luxurious." Was all she could say, before she walked in and sat down on the bed, cherishing its softness. Suddenly remembering her mother's instructions, she looked back up at Scott, who was still in the doorframe. "Excuse me, but where's a phone?"
Scott looked over to a bedside table, where sat a grey, somewhat old fashioned phone with a round dialler. "One rule, long distance phone calls are limited to five minutes. Local, twenty minutes. I'll let you get adjusted, and... come back in an hour."
Min nodded, and stared longingly at the phone until he left. She then picked the phone, and started to dial her mother's cell. By now, she should be stopping at a coffee store. The drive here had been three and a half hours from California, and Joan couldn't stay still that long. She answered on the second ring, and was obviously expecting Min's call.
"Min?
"Mom!"
"Hey sweetie, how's the institute so far? They treatin' ya ok?"
"Its nice, the room is really big and nice, but why do I have to stay here? Why can't I come home, stay with you and Joan?"
"Min, we talked about this, you need to learn to control your gift."
"I know Mom. I'm just scared. Being away from all my family and friends is so new to me. Being a mutant is so new to me."
"I understand, honey. But we got to go, or else we'll get a ticket for parking wrongly. Love you!"
"Love you too. And tell Joan hi and bye for me."
"I will. Have a nice day."
Click. Min left the phone to her ear until it started to beep furiously, and set it back down on the receiver. She dried one tear, and she knew it was the last.
-I can do this. I can be brave. I can learn how to control this. And maybe, I can go home and not be a danger. Not to me, not to Mom, not to Joan, not to anybody. And maybe, I might be able to go home. Without worry.-
On that note, she sank into the pillows, and let the warmness, and coziness cradle her to sleep.