Brisbane, Australia
"Damn its cold," muttered Artemis, she was sitting in an alley Indian style, "13 degrees I think the weatherman said." She put her hand over her ears trying to keep them warm her short blond hair was cut around it. She fished in her pocket for any money. A couple pounds if anything. The winds whipped around her ears whipping her metal earrings around her face, "your lucky," she told herself, "the rest of them are at school, and you don't ever have to go again, you were kicked out." She had had an incident in the computer lab, when she accidentally over loaded all of the computers in the room. Lights had always had knack of blowing a fuse or going out when she was around. But a kid got electrocuted last week. That boarding school was her only home and she had never been.appreciative. She had been a rebel since birth and now, now she was on the street. She opened her palm and stared at the letter again. That American had slipped it to her when she was being 'escorted' off the premises.
"Its some kind of invitation," she muttered, "Crickey, to a new boarding school!" A boarding school for mutants she realized with a start. "A school for kids like me." She whispered. Also enclosed was a ticket. A first class ticket for a flight to New York City. "Why not," she muttered, "You haven't got anywhere else to go." She stood up, whipping the dirt off her clothes and she left the alley. Suddenly the lights in the house that she had been sitting next to went on, along with the Television.
"There it is Jess, there's nothing wrong electricity, what were you going on about?" said a gruff male voice, "Now get me a new beer!"
"Damn its cold," muttered Artemis, she was sitting in an alley Indian style, "13 degrees I think the weatherman said." She put her hand over her ears trying to keep them warm her short blond hair was cut around it. She fished in her pocket for any money. A couple pounds if anything. The winds whipped around her ears whipping her metal earrings around her face, "your lucky," she told herself, "the rest of them are at school, and you don't ever have to go again, you were kicked out." She had had an incident in the computer lab, when she accidentally over loaded all of the computers in the room. Lights had always had knack of blowing a fuse or going out when she was around. But a kid got electrocuted last week. That boarding school was her only home and she had never been.appreciative. She had been a rebel since birth and now, now she was on the street. She opened her palm and stared at the letter again. That American had slipped it to her when she was being 'escorted' off the premises.
"Its some kind of invitation," she muttered, "Crickey, to a new boarding school!" A boarding school for mutants she realized with a start. "A school for kids like me." She whispered. Also enclosed was a ticket. A first class ticket for a flight to New York City. "Why not," she muttered, "You haven't got anywhere else to go." She stood up, whipping the dirt off her clothes and she left the alley. Suddenly the lights in the house that she had been sitting next to went on, along with the Television.
"There it is Jess, there's nothing wrong electricity, what were you going on about?" said a gruff male voice, "Now get me a new beer!"