A little note: I do not own any character but Madison and anybody corresponding with her. I do not own Professor or any of the X-Men.
I stood in the office dumbfounded at how this man knew me. Who was he? What did he want with me? I had a few more questions prying to get out of my head, but I wouldn't let them out. "Um, pardon me, but who are you and what do you want with me?" I asked in the nicest way possible. He smiled and folded his hands, "I am the professor of a school for people with gifts like yours." Gifts? I don't think so. "It's not a gift sir. It's a curse and a humiliation," I said staring at the floor. "It is not a curse nor a humiliation, it is a gift and I would like to help you find your place in this world and help you deal with it." 'I don't know', I thought to myself, 'should I do this? My family would be happy, the town would be happy. Maybe I would be happy…' "Where is this school?"
"New York. Bayville, New York to be exact. It's close to Albany sort of. I would really love for you to come and I know the other students would too. And my staff also."
"You know what? I think I will go. It would make a lot of people happy around here," I said aiming that toward Principal Jensen. He glared at me and said, "Alright, get out of my office. Get out of this town. One mutant is enough."
After leaving school for good, the professor and I took a bus to my house. 'Lucky they serve the handicapped around here,' I thought. "Yes, lucky they do," the professor smirked. "Um…excuse me?" 'That's probably his gift or whatever. Reading minds?'
"Right again Madison. That is my gift. I can read minds and move things with my mind also. I can change people's minds or alter them at will too." I smiled and looked up at my house. "This is it. And I'll never have to look at it again." He followed me up to the doorway and I welcomed him in. "I will talk to your parents. You can pack id you really want to go to New York," he said looking around the living room. "Sure. Hold on a second." I walked to the kitchen and found my mother and father eating a late lunch. "What are you doing here?" my father sneered. I shook my head, "There's a man here to see you about me," I said equally as coldly as my father. "What did you do?!?! If you caused any trouble-I swear I'll-" With that he smacked me across the face. "That's just a warning you abomination! Now get out of my sight!" I dashed from the kitchen and up to my room.
I packed only what I wanted to take with me to New York. Basically my clothes, hygienic things, and a stuffed frog that I have had since birth. My friend I guess. I had no pictures or family memories or anything like that. I had a guitar I got when I was 13. That would come. So, I lugged two boxes and two bags down the stairs with my guitar. I was so ready to get out of here. "Take her!" I heard from the living room, " We don't want that freak here anymore! Get her out of our sight!" I put my head down and walked into the living room. "Madison, you're going with this man. You don't have to call." I didn't mind. "Ready to go Madison?" The professor asked me warmly. "Yeah I'm ready to go. Ready than ever." And I was.
Out front, a very rough looking man was taking my stuff to a large van. "Hey! That's my stuff! HEY! Put that down!" I said running toward him. "Hey girlie, I work for Charles. Cool it down a bit," he somewhat growled. "Oh…um sorry," I said embarrassed.
"Go ahead and get in. Charles and I will be back in a minute."
"Don't bother," I said staring at the ground. "Excuse me?" he said after stopping on the way to the house. "Don't bother trying to make them feel bad or try to get them to talk to me after I'm gone. They wish I had never been born." I saw his eyes hit the ground.I got in the van and waited.
"Ok we're off!" the large man rumbled.