For the next few days Chiara felt as though she were carrying the world on
her shoulders. She'd only been there a week and already she'd seriously
injured at least two students and made a promise to keep a secret she knew
barely anything about.
The only thing was, if Magneto was kidnapping mutants, would he come to the Academy? Or would he just prey on those still oblivious to the mutant education world? The entire situation affected her studies more, if that was possible.
After a restless few hours of trying to get to sleep she finally made her way downstairs and flopped onto the couch in the living room. The TV had been replaced already, the glass cleaned away. These people just pull things out of a hat... she thought, yawning. For a dazed moment she thought about watching TV but then she remembered she wasn't normal anymore.
A sudden noise from the couch beside her made her jump in her seat. What she thought had been a pale cushion of some kind moved and deformed on the opposite couch. Streak looked up from the pillow, sweeping her yellow hair over one shoulder.
"Couldn't sleep either?" she asked. Chiara answered with a shake of the head. "What's up?" Streak asked a little sleepily. Chiara guessed she had dozed off when she hadn't meant to.
"I can't tell you." Chiara said, folding her arms over her chest and staring at the TV screen like it was an enemy. Streak shifted her position, curling the dark blanket she'd been under around her.
"If you're still pissed about what happened then-"
"It's not that." Chiara said quickly. "But like I said, I can't tell you." She said again, jaw set, expression hard.
"Suit yourself." Streak said, looking pensive for a moment. The shadows hid her eyes, but Chiara could tell they were probably changing color as she spoke. "F.Y.I, Chris and Add are both fine. Add has a black eye, Chris just has a bandage and he's making it into something huge. He says you attacked him with a knife." She snickered. Chiara choked a laugh.
"Oh great." She grinned, still suppressing her laughter. She stopped for a moment and then crawled over to Streak's couch and curled up next to her. "I can't believe I used to be practically in love with Simon Erikson."
"You too?" Streak giggled. "Well... now you see the truth." She lowered her voice dramatically. "Welcome to the Matrix."
Chiara grinned for a moment.
"I'm going to bed." She said. "Night." She gave Streak a small wave and headed up the stairs.
The only thing was, if Magneto was kidnapping mutants, would he come to the Academy? Or would he just prey on those still oblivious to the mutant education world? The entire situation affected her studies more, if that was possible.
After a restless few hours of trying to get to sleep she finally made her way downstairs and flopped onto the couch in the living room. The TV had been replaced already, the glass cleaned away. These people just pull things out of a hat... she thought, yawning. For a dazed moment she thought about watching TV but then she remembered she wasn't normal anymore.
A sudden noise from the couch beside her made her jump in her seat. What she thought had been a pale cushion of some kind moved and deformed on the opposite couch. Streak looked up from the pillow, sweeping her yellow hair over one shoulder.
"Couldn't sleep either?" she asked. Chiara answered with a shake of the head. "What's up?" Streak asked a little sleepily. Chiara guessed she had dozed off when she hadn't meant to.
"I can't tell you." Chiara said, folding her arms over her chest and staring at the TV screen like it was an enemy. Streak shifted her position, curling the dark blanket she'd been under around her.
"If you're still pissed about what happened then-"
"It's not that." Chiara said quickly. "But like I said, I can't tell you." She said again, jaw set, expression hard.
"Suit yourself." Streak said, looking pensive for a moment. The shadows hid her eyes, but Chiara could tell they were probably changing color as she spoke. "F.Y.I, Chris and Add are both fine. Add has a black eye, Chris just has a bandage and he's making it into something huge. He says you attacked him with a knife." She snickered. Chiara choked a laugh.
"Oh great." She grinned, still suppressing her laughter. She stopped for a moment and then crawled over to Streak's couch and curled up next to her. "I can't believe I used to be practically in love with Simon Erikson."
"You too?" Streak giggled. "Well... now you see the truth." She lowered her voice dramatically. "Welcome to the Matrix."
Chiara grinned for a moment.
"I'm going to bed." She said. "Night." She gave Streak a small wave and headed up the stairs.