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Chapter One Ororro Munroe sat at her desk marking the tests from her latest history pop-quiz. When Scott came in it was a welcome distraction. "Hey Storm, How you doing?""Just marking tests, these are smart kids."
"Yeah."
"Anyway, why'd you come here to see me?"
"Well, I wanted to see if you were ok, that and the professor wants to see us."
"Aright." said Ororro as she collected her light jacket and followed Scott out.
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In England one girl is looking through the internet trying to find answers. She grabs her head as thoughts that don't belong to her go through her head.
::I wonder if John will come back...::
Exile was getting used to hearing thoughts however she did miss just being an Empath, feeling things was a bit better than Feeling and hearing thoughts. Geeze, did she have to be telepathic?
She pushed back her brown hair. She was thinking about getting a blue and red streak put in, only two, she'd still be brunette mainly. That would be cool. However it may just make her more of a freak to others. Sighing she went back to her search. Was there any information on mutants that wasn't decades old to do with Apes to Humans, or fiction? Damn it! It's not fair being different but to find absolutely no one else that's different in the same way was just down right stupid!
Thoughts went through her head, about two thirds of them weren't hers and where just babble. She tried hard not to listen. She felt like her head was going to explode, she wished she could control this power, even if she did have to live with it! She flipped through the "web addresses" on the google search. It didn't look particularly good. She looked up from her depressing search as an instant message came through. Her "non-mutant" friends, all her friends where "non-mutant" she hadn't met another "mutant" yet. She didn't think any of them could quite understand she did her best to keep it a secret though most knew. She closed her eyes. She just let the babble envelop her. Jason and Diane a couple in "Down-town Maine" were arguing again, and yet again Diane was asking for a divorce, and never accepting the offer. Carla was doing her best to learn Spanish for her next test, she was a student Exile sometimes listened to in New York. No matter how many people Exile listened to, she could always hear the others, and she hadn't found someone like her yet.
If only she could control this power! She clicked to the last of Google's search pages, and yet again, she saw she'd have to start at the beginning due to some "Omitted results" why couldn't they just put all the results in?
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"Ah, Storm you've come just in time. First I'd like to thank you all for pulling together and helping the students with the loss of Jean, it's hard for all of us I know." Charles Xavier surveyed the people in the room with a fatherly expression on his features. His gaze first landed on Scott and Logan, over the past month their bickering had gotten less, they were by no means "Best Buds" but both of them had taken Jean's death hard. He then looked at Rogue, whose glove clad hand was clutching at Bobby's, She'd seem to have responded badly to Jean's death also, but had helped fill in for her. He then turned his thoughtful eyes on Storm. Storm had probably taken the death the hardest. Oh, she didn't show it, but she was in a lot of emotional pain.
Finally he looked toward their newest member, Nightcrawler. Although he'd been with them a very short time, he seemed to reflect the others in a way, he hadn't responded well to the death of someone he'd just met. But he was probably coping the best of the lot. Smiling Xavier looked at the group as a whole.
"I know this has been a traumatic experience for all of us, You few especially and you have been coping well and showing a good example for the students. So, as Kitty suggested it, it might be an idea for all of you to have a little holiday, all of us. We're going to take the students on a bit of a school trip."
"A School Trip?" Logan asked, as if this was the biggest shock in the world.
"Yeah, you know Logan, we pack all the kids on a bus and take them somewhere, a school trip." Scott said, lacing it with just the right amount of patronising tone.
"I know what a school trip is." Logan snarled. "Where?"
"Well I thought we'd take them to England, perhaps not London, somewhere a little way out, I have a friend with some lands in the East Midlands, whose willing to have the children and us stay with him."
"England? Isn't that a little, far?" asked Storm with concern in her face.
"I think it may be a good trip for all of us, to get out the country. We will be sending letters home asking the parents permission, of course."
"Well of course." Logan stated with under-stated Sarcasm.
"Great, since we're all agreed I'll started on the letters." The Professor smiled; they were taking a trip to England.
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Exile walked slowly around Abington Park, she was lucky it was the holidays, if she had any more Maths and Geography she thought she'd explode.
She sat down by a tree and closed her eyes, She let the babble get louder, not that it wasn't loud already, she couldn't seem to shut it out. No matter how hard she tried.
Today was a nice day, for once Northampton's Abington Park was a nice place to be, instead of being locked up in her bedroom. Exile breathed in, and coughed.
::Remember Exile, the air's still polluted even if it's a nice day.::
Thoughts that didn't belong to her, flooded in a rush into her head, A couple called Jason and Diane in Down-town Maine were arguing again, Exile listened for five minutes then got bored and decided to try and listen in on others, Listening in was hard for her still, she hadn't got control of her power, she seemed to have a constant headache. She concentrated, and suddenly she was listening in on the conversations of people she'd never listened to before. The thing with listening in is your listening to both Thought and Speak, so sometimes Exile had to concentrate really hard to try and distinguish one from the other. All these were teens. They didn't seem to be like other "Humans" she'd sensed, they seemed to be...more complex. More... More...More like her! Exile concentrated more.
::"Rogue, You coming, we're going to get ice cream."::
::"Sure Bobby I'll be right there."::
::"Do you want some Ice Cream Storm?"::
::"Yeah, sure."::
Exile tried to find out where they where, they must have been very close. She opened her eyes, and stood up, deciding if they where going for ice cream, and they where close, they maybe across the park. It was a rather large park. She walked and then came to the otherside of the park, sure enough there was a large group of Teens with some adults. She'd found the group. However, she wasn't about to reveal herself yet. She went toward a free swing, and while under the pretence of swinging watched them. And in turn with her being partially aware, she was watched from some bushes.
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Professor Xavier watched Exile, silently watching the group. He smiled.
"Professor? What is it?" Scott asked.
"Nothing, nothing."
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