WHEN I LOOK IN THE MIRROR
JEAN
Jean was brushing her hair in her vanity mirror, but then stopped. She placed a hand to her temple. She had a small stab of pain but then it was gone.
She hated it when that happened. Every time it did she was afraid her powers were going to go out of control again.
It was her worse fear, that she would lose it again and might hurt the others. She only told Xavier and Scott of this fear. Then looked at the picture she had placed on the mirror.
It was of her and Scott.
She was so glade that they were together as a couple, he knew her better than anyone, and they had been friends for years first, which was most likely why they worked so well.
He couldn't believe she didn't see it before, and how she went out with Duncan of all people, God what was she thinking. And I'm a FREAKING telepath for crying out loud how the HELL didn't I see he was such a slime ball.
I guess I didn't want to see it. I didn't want to get rid of the illusion I had created of him being the perfect boyfriend when he was the complete opposite.
I was trying so hard to fit in, to be popular and having all these friends, I guess I lost my head. And in doing so I even shunned my real friends.
I can't believe I was such a...such a bitch at times in high school, sometimes I wonder how Scott could stand me sometimes, and it must have killed him that I was going out with someone else.
I didn't mean to hurt him, I wish I could take it away but I can't. Now at least I have the chance to make up.
When we were outed as mutants I thought my friends in high school would still be there for me.
They weren't.
Most likely because they weren't my friends to begin with, they just wanted to fit in like me so they hung around the popular kids. It was then I found out who my REAL friends were.
After the way I treated them I didn't deserve a chance, but they did. There are times when I would go back and send some sense into my younger self.
But I guess I did learn something from it all. Real friends are always there for you, and real love isn't dating someone who just popular, it's someone you truly care about and feel connected to.
JEAN
Jean was brushing her hair in her vanity mirror, but then stopped. She placed a hand to her temple. She had a small stab of pain but then it was gone.
She hated it when that happened. Every time it did she was afraid her powers were going to go out of control again.
It was her worse fear, that she would lose it again and might hurt the others. She only told Xavier and Scott of this fear. Then looked at the picture she had placed on the mirror.
It was of her and Scott.
She was so glade that they were together as a couple, he knew her better than anyone, and they had been friends for years first, which was most likely why they worked so well.
He couldn't believe she didn't see it before, and how she went out with Duncan of all people, God what was she thinking. And I'm a FREAKING telepath for crying out loud how the HELL didn't I see he was such a slime ball.
I guess I didn't want to see it. I didn't want to get rid of the illusion I had created of him being the perfect boyfriend when he was the complete opposite.
I was trying so hard to fit in, to be popular and having all these friends, I guess I lost my head. And in doing so I even shunned my real friends.
I can't believe I was such a...such a bitch at times in high school, sometimes I wonder how Scott could stand me sometimes, and it must have killed him that I was going out with someone else.
I didn't mean to hurt him, I wish I could take it away but I can't. Now at least I have the chance to make up.
When we were outed as mutants I thought my friends in high school would still be there for me.
They weren't.
Most likely because they weren't my friends to begin with, they just wanted to fit in like me so they hung around the popular kids. It was then I found out who my REAL friends were.
After the way I treated them I didn't deserve a chance, but they did. There are times when I would go back and send some sense into my younger self.
But I guess I did learn something from it all. Real friends are always there for you, and real love isn't dating someone who just popular, it's someone you truly care about and feel connected to.