Desiree:
I think today is going to be a good day. Well, as good as it possibly can be when you are horribly mutilated. I woke up when my alarm clock went off at 7:00 and didn't press the "Snooze" button a thousand times.
I beat Sabine to the bathroom to shower this morning, for which I was thankful because she uses all the hot water. After my shower, I got dressed in my usual clothes. I completely ignored the clothes that Professor Xavier keeps buying for me and Sabine and go straight to my old, unfashionable, baggy blue jeans that hid my big butt and lean calves and thighs. I then pulled on a very baggy shirt and even baggier sweatshirt, even though it was 80F outside. My shirt and sweatshirt hid my flat abs and big breasts. I pulled on my favorite ratty shoes and finally pulled my long, ocean-blue hair in a loose bun. It was loose enough to where it hid the back of my neck, but tight enough to where it didn't come down. I wasn't ashamed of the fact that I had what some people called the "idealistic body." I was ashamed of the scars that covered the "idealistic body."
I looked over at Sabine from my vanity mirror and saw that she was dressed in a similar fashion. Her hot-pink hair though, was done in a plain wrap-around. I was aware of the fact that her scars were only on her sides and could get away with a lot more skimpier outfits. When I asked her through our psychic connection why she dressed like me instead of more fashionable, she said because "Blood is thicker than water."
After a quick tooth brushing, we gathered up our first three classes books and binders and left to go down to breakfast, careful to stay out of other people's way.
John:
I am what is known as the New Kid in Mutant High. I realized that as I passed a group of kids talking about the New Kid and then said, "Him!" and pointed to me. And there's this kid named Bobby Drake who is showing me around. My personal opinion about him is that he is a goody-two shoes. I was bored with him already. So I took out my zippo, which I always carry with me, flicked it open, flicked it on and then shut it.
I guess I owe Xavier a lot. He sent Mr. Summers and Ms. Munroe out to find me. I was wandering the country, because nobody is really mutant friendly. Professor Xavier roomed me with Bobby, who is starting to get on my nerves.
"This is the foyer. Obviously," Bobby said.
I just rolled my eyes at Bobby's subtle, yet disturbing, attempts to make friends with me.
Desiree:
Sabine and I came to the stairs, and with Sabine behind me, walked down them.
John:
I let my mind wander for a moment and all I heard was my lighter.
Swish, Flick; Swish, Flick; Swish, Flick
I snapped out of it and looked up at the stairs and saw a very beautiful woman. She had ocean-blue hair, a fair complexion and beautiful blue eyes. I knew at once that I loved her.
Desiree:
Halfway down the stairs I saw the most handsome man I had ever seen. He was my "idealistic man." He had dark brown hair, a medium complexion and amazing brown eyes.
Our eyes locked as Sabine and I passed him and stayed locked for several moments. It was like he was staring into my soul. Unfortunately, Sabine began pulling on my arm and I had to break the gaze. I continued walking with my sister to the cafeteria.
John:
I wanted to know who she was and by the look of disgust on Bobby's face, he knew who she was.
"Who is she? She's absolutely beautiful!"
Bobby looked horrified as those words left my mouth. And he replied in a worried tone, "Seriously, stay away from them. Nobody knows what their real names are, but the teacher's used to call the blue-haired one Oracle and the pink-haired one Hydra, or so I've heard. I haven't been here that long to know the whole story. Listen, you'll ruin the reputation you don't even have if you talk to them. They're stupid, don't talk or make a sound. All anyone really knows about them is that they came here seven years ago and were adopted by Professor Xavier."
I heard what Bobby said, but I was still stuck on one thing. "What do you mean 'used to call?' Do you mean that the teacher's ignore them?"
Bobby now looked irritated. "From what I've heard, they didn't at first. They tried everything to get them to talk. EVERYTHING from buying them clothes to calling on them in class. As far as anyone knows they are completely mute. They just sit in the back of every class. They come down from their room wearing as many clothes as possible and when classes are over, they go back up to their room and stay there until dinner. And when dinner is over, they go right back up to their room. Come on! We are going to be late for class!"
I followed Bobby to our English class with Mr. Summers. My mind still on "Oracle."
I think today is going to be a good day. Well, as good as it possibly can be when you are horribly mutilated. I woke up when my alarm clock went off at 7:00 and didn't press the "Snooze" button a thousand times.
I beat Sabine to the bathroom to shower this morning, for which I was thankful because she uses all the hot water. After my shower, I got dressed in my usual clothes. I completely ignored the clothes that Professor Xavier keeps buying for me and Sabine and go straight to my old, unfashionable, baggy blue jeans that hid my big butt and lean calves and thighs. I then pulled on a very baggy shirt and even baggier sweatshirt, even though it was 80F outside. My shirt and sweatshirt hid my flat abs and big breasts. I pulled on my favorite ratty shoes and finally pulled my long, ocean-blue hair in a loose bun. It was loose enough to where it hid the back of my neck, but tight enough to where it didn't come down. I wasn't ashamed of the fact that I had what some people called the "idealistic body." I was ashamed of the scars that covered the "idealistic body."
I looked over at Sabine from my vanity mirror and saw that she was dressed in a similar fashion. Her hot-pink hair though, was done in a plain wrap-around. I was aware of the fact that her scars were only on her sides and could get away with a lot more skimpier outfits. When I asked her through our psychic connection why she dressed like me instead of more fashionable, she said because "Blood is thicker than water."
After a quick tooth brushing, we gathered up our first three classes books and binders and left to go down to breakfast, careful to stay out of other people's way.
John:
I am what is known as the New Kid in Mutant High. I realized that as I passed a group of kids talking about the New Kid and then said, "Him!" and pointed to me. And there's this kid named Bobby Drake who is showing me around. My personal opinion about him is that he is a goody-two shoes. I was bored with him already. So I took out my zippo, which I always carry with me, flicked it open, flicked it on and then shut it.
I guess I owe Xavier a lot. He sent Mr. Summers and Ms. Munroe out to find me. I was wandering the country, because nobody is really mutant friendly. Professor Xavier roomed me with Bobby, who is starting to get on my nerves.
"This is the foyer. Obviously," Bobby said.
I just rolled my eyes at Bobby's subtle, yet disturbing, attempts to make friends with me.
Desiree:
Sabine and I came to the stairs, and with Sabine behind me, walked down them.
John:
I let my mind wander for a moment and all I heard was my lighter.
Swish, Flick; Swish, Flick; Swish, Flick
I snapped out of it and looked up at the stairs and saw a very beautiful woman. She had ocean-blue hair, a fair complexion and beautiful blue eyes. I knew at once that I loved her.
Desiree:
Halfway down the stairs I saw the most handsome man I had ever seen. He was my "idealistic man." He had dark brown hair, a medium complexion and amazing brown eyes.
Our eyes locked as Sabine and I passed him and stayed locked for several moments. It was like he was staring into my soul. Unfortunately, Sabine began pulling on my arm and I had to break the gaze. I continued walking with my sister to the cafeteria.
John:
I wanted to know who she was and by the look of disgust on Bobby's face, he knew who she was.
"Who is she? She's absolutely beautiful!"
Bobby looked horrified as those words left my mouth. And he replied in a worried tone, "Seriously, stay away from them. Nobody knows what their real names are, but the teacher's used to call the blue-haired one Oracle and the pink-haired one Hydra, or so I've heard. I haven't been here that long to know the whole story. Listen, you'll ruin the reputation you don't even have if you talk to them. They're stupid, don't talk or make a sound. All anyone really knows about them is that they came here seven years ago and were adopted by Professor Xavier."
I heard what Bobby said, but I was still stuck on one thing. "What do you mean 'used to call?' Do you mean that the teacher's ignore them?"
Bobby now looked irritated. "From what I've heard, they didn't at first. They tried everything to get them to talk. EVERYTHING from buying them clothes to calling on them in class. As far as anyone knows they are completely mute. They just sit in the back of every class. They come down from their room wearing as many clothes as possible and when classes are over, they go back up to their room and stay there until dinner. And when dinner is over, they go right back up to their room. Come on! We are going to be late for class!"
I followed Bobby to our English class with Mr. Summers. My mind still on "Oracle."