Flint, Wales
"I just can't believe it! Honey!" said Edna Einstein in rapid Welsh, "my little girl's a mutant, my husband's gone, and I'm still stuck in this dead end job!"
"I'm sorry mother!" replied her daughter in the same language. Elana tried to give blood to save her father. But that had gone wrong, because the blood tests had revealed something about the 15-year-old that no one had suspected, Elana Einstein was a mutant. Everyone always knew she was smart but these tests had shown something incredible. With an IQ off the charts and an activated X-factor gene it was obvious she was a super smart mutant. With a mutant ability the blood that was taken from her couldn't save her father from that car crash with the eighteen-wheeler. Since Roger Einstein wasn't a mutant he passed away almost three weeks ago. She sat in the corner of the room now curled up in a large armchair, her pale tear stained face downcast.
"Plus they tossed you out of the school. That damn principal doesn't know what he's doing!" Said her mother typing trying to find a school that would now accept mutants. Jesse, Elana's older sister, came prancing into the room. Her makeup perfectly placed and her short white nose placed in the dead center of her face.
"Has the freak got a school yet?" asked Jesse shooting a look of pure venom at her little sister.
"Don't call your sister a freak," said their mother.
"I prefer Homo Superior. Ignoramus," replied Elana not moving.
"Don't call your sister an ignoramus either," said their mother sighing.
"Mom if she's not a freak what is she?" said Jesse leaning against the door frame.
"She's just like you or me, just.just.." She stopped mid sentence as if she had proved her point.
"I'm a post-human, mother, and I don't want you my Neanderthal sister to forget it."
"why you little-" started Jesse but her mother cut her off with a fast "found it!"
"A school?" asked Jesse, "eventhough she's a.a.thing?"
"Mutant? Post-human? Homo-Superior? There are a lot of names sis."
"Whatever, I prefer freak!"
"Stop bickering girls, hmm, I think I've heard of this guy, Charles Xavier, I thought he was dead. We're supposed to print and send him this application. Think you can do it hon?" asked Edna, although Elana already had her hand at the printer.
"I just can't believe it! Honey!" said Edna Einstein in rapid Welsh, "my little girl's a mutant, my husband's gone, and I'm still stuck in this dead end job!"
"I'm sorry mother!" replied her daughter in the same language. Elana tried to give blood to save her father. But that had gone wrong, because the blood tests had revealed something about the 15-year-old that no one had suspected, Elana Einstein was a mutant. Everyone always knew she was smart but these tests had shown something incredible. With an IQ off the charts and an activated X-factor gene it was obvious she was a super smart mutant. With a mutant ability the blood that was taken from her couldn't save her father from that car crash with the eighteen-wheeler. Since Roger Einstein wasn't a mutant he passed away almost three weeks ago. She sat in the corner of the room now curled up in a large armchair, her pale tear stained face downcast.
"Plus they tossed you out of the school. That damn principal doesn't know what he's doing!" Said her mother typing trying to find a school that would now accept mutants. Jesse, Elana's older sister, came prancing into the room. Her makeup perfectly placed and her short white nose placed in the dead center of her face.
"Has the freak got a school yet?" asked Jesse shooting a look of pure venom at her little sister.
"Don't call your sister a freak," said their mother.
"I prefer Homo Superior. Ignoramus," replied Elana not moving.
"Don't call your sister an ignoramus either," said their mother sighing.
"Mom if she's not a freak what is she?" said Jesse leaning against the door frame.
"She's just like you or me, just.just.." She stopped mid sentence as if she had proved her point.
"I'm a post-human, mother, and I don't want you my Neanderthal sister to forget it."
"why you little-" started Jesse but her mother cut her off with a fast "found it!"
"A school?" asked Jesse, "eventhough she's a.a.thing?"
"Mutant? Post-human? Homo-Superior? There are a lot of names sis."
"Whatever, I prefer freak!"
"Stop bickering girls, hmm, I think I've heard of this guy, Charles Xavier, I thought he was dead. We're supposed to print and send him this application. Think you can do it hon?" asked Edna, although Elana already had her hand at the printer.