Flashback

I was eight when Cyclops came to my house to take me to Xavier's School for the Gifted.

I was nervous and kind of clinging to him. We walked in and the size of the building intimidated me a little. Cyclops was going to take me to my room, but Xavier called him over to his office.

"I have to go. Um... John!" John walked over. "This is Elizabeth. Take her up to one of the empty rooms. You'll know which one. Elizabeth go with John. Trust him. Good luck." And he left.

John walked over to me. "Hi. Welcome to Xavier's. You'll be greeted by him soon enough. Come on," he said, grabbing my suitcase that Cyclops had put down. "Let's go to your new room." We started walking up the staircase. "So, where are you from, Liz?"

I groaned. "Please don't call me Liz."

"Don't like nicknames?"

"My entire family hates nicknames. I guess I was there long enough to be brainwashed that way."

"Well, you may have to get used to it if you want to be one of the X-Men."

"The who?"

"X-Men. Xavier's group of fighters. They all have code names. Actually, I think every mutant has a code name. Take me for instance. Mine is Pyro because I manipulate fire. Scott, the guy who brought you, he's Cyclops. You can be... wait what's your power?"

I smiled, grabbed his arm and made us both invisible. Once we were visible again, I said, "Does that answer your question?" We laughed.

"Yeah. Ok then. You can be... See-Through?"

"That's dumb."

"Ok then. You can sneak around that way, so how about Sneaker?"

"Again, dumb."

"Well I don't here you coming up with any."

"My mom thought I was a ghost once. How about Ghost?"

"That could work. Why did she think you were a ghost?"

"I apparently came down stairs invisible without realizing it and said something. She looked around saw no one and screamed."

"Wow. Alright then. You still didn't answer my question."

"Which one?" I asked, laughing because I had answered a lot of questions.

"Where are you from?"

"Oh. A small town here in New York. You wouldn't know it believe me."

"Alright. Here we are." We had arrived at my room. "You can decorate it however you want. No one will care. Have fun, Liz."

"I told you not to call me that," I said, not really caring at this point. "Hey. Can I send a letter to my family?"

"Do whatever you want. But I wouldn't advice a letter unless they were crying as you left."

"They didn't care about me leaving."

"Then they won't care about how you're doing. Believe me," he said as he walked out the door.

"John!" I called. Her turned around. "If you wanted to call me Liz, I guess it would be ok."

He smiled and said, "Welcome to Xavier's, Liz." He's the only one who can get away with calling me that and live to tell another day.

I went against his advice and sent the letter anyway. I never got a reply or received it unopened. But I never sent another letter to them from that day on. Until they asked me to take the cure. Then I said no.

To this day, John calls me Liz or Lizzy. And I actually have started liking it. But only from him. I would kill anyone else who called me that.

Xavier greeted me a couple of hours later, onceI was all settled.I knew then that I was going to love it here. And I do.