"Okay, so what you guys are saying is you want me to go to your home for freaks?" Nicole asked. They were back in the caretaker's office, and Xavier had just explained to her about mutants, the X-Men, and how he had detected her using Cerebro.
"Nicole I understand your apprehensions and I know this may be asking a lot you right now, but all of our students are doing quite well, and all we want to do is help," Professor Xavier answered. Nicole huffed angrily at this.
"He's right kid. Anyway, it's not like you're better off here on your own," Logan added, who had suddenly become a lot more helpful.
"Fine, whatever," Nicole answered reluctantly knowing that these two strangers were right.
"If that's your answer then you might as well stay here. If the fate of the world falls onto your shoulders and all you can say is whatever, then we would be better off without you," Xavier said.
"Plus it's not like you're the only mutant out there right now, so we're kinda helpin' ya outta the goodness of our hearts if you know what I'm sayin'," Logan growled, getting agitated.
"Ok! Ok! I really want to go."
"Good, I'm glad you see it our way, and I'm sure you will be quite happy with us. Now, let me settle a few things while you gather your belongings, and we'll be off," Xavier wheeled out of the office to go sign papers for the caretaker.
Logan and Nicole stood for about a minute of awkward silence until Nicole said, "I guess I'll get my stuff," and walked out of the room.
'I hate teenagers,' Logan thought to himself before he too, exited the room.
Nicole sighed as she gathered her belongings together in the room she shared with Brian and Megan. She had only been at the orphanage for about a week, but already felt like she was part of a family again.
'This family was meant to be broken anyway,' she thought bitterly. She was only there until a suitable foster home was found for her, since, technically, she wasn't an orphan. Nicole was able to fit all of her belongings into a duffel bag, so it didn't take her very long to pack. When she finished she glanced in the mirror by her bed at her reflection. Her raven black hair fell messily past her shoulders, and she eyed each of her facial features critically, form her strong jaw, her pursed lips, her narrow, long nose, until she stopped short, her eyes locked with her mirror image self. Those eyes are what started her problems in the first place. Her parents had never been so understanding or thoughtful when it came to her powers, and that last accident was the last straw. Nicole grimaced, breaking eye contact with herself, and remembering how angry they had been, how they blamed her for not being able to fix the way she was. The knock at the door sucked Nicole out of her thoughts.
"Time to go kid," Logan said, poking his head in the doorway. The Professor was probably her best bet at figuring out how to control her powers, and giving her the answers she so desperately needed, which was the reason she was going with them.
"I'm ready," Nicole answered, slinging her duffel bag over her shoulder and following Logan.