Mona blinked her eyes open and quickly closed them. There was sunlight streaming through the window.
"Mona, Mercy, tis morning," Rahne called watching as Mercy woke up and raced across the room and then back to her bed.
"I'm awake," Mona called fluttering down from the top bunk, which had originally been Rahne's.
"The bathroom is that way if ye feel like fighting for the shower," Rahne explained getting dressed, hidden completely by her closet door. Mercy nodded, but didn't move from her bed as she hung over the edge feeding her pet squirrel. Rahne had to smile, even though there was a no pets policy at the Institute she understood how it felt to be far from ones home. Mercy looked up and noticed Rahne watching her.
"You is not telling right?' she asked slowly. Even though Mercy had been living in America for about two years she still had a thick Romanian accent and sometimes had a hard time finding the right English words for what she wanted to say. Rahne shook her head.
"Nae, I won't be telling on ye," she said softly.
"Danke," Mercy replied gently putting Neramani in his basket and sliding it back under the bed.
"C'mon you guys, you don't want to be late for breakfast!" someone called from the hallway. Mercy rolled her eyes, a gesture she had learned from watching TV.
"Was that Scott?" Mona asked gently running a damp rag over her butterfly like wings and then fluttering them a little to dry. Not much was known about Mona's past. The only thing anyone knew for sure was that Gator had found her on the front porch of the Academy after a storm.
"Yes, that was Scot. We'd best be getting a move on," Rahne answered helping Mercy braid her long blond hair.
"Hopefully there will be some veggie breakfast ja?" Mercy asked in a mix of German and English, since the author doesn't know any Romanian.
"There should be. Kitty's a vegitarian," Rahne said as they walked down the stairs with Mona flying behind them. Most of the students were already seated and eating breakfast when they entered the dining room.
"Yo, could someone pass me the eggs already," Kandra screamed. Her usually well groomed hair looking greasy and messed up.
"Are you okay, Kandra?" Candie asked sucking on the straw of her breakfast shake, even though she didn't need to eat she still liked the taste of food.
"I'm fine, 'cept that idiot Xavier took Taylor away!" Kandra yelled causing everyone in the room to fall silent.
"He did what!"? Saretta asked slowly.
"He put me and Taylor in different rooms," Kandra repeated stabbing her eggs with her fork.
"That does it! Girls, pack your things. We're leaving and staying in a hotel until the Academy is finished," Saretta stated standing up and looking at the girls to do the same. Instead most of the girls just blinked at her in shock. Jean quickly ran to get Xavier.
"Are you serious?" Roschelle asked, her hand on Kurt's belt getting ready to fufill her dare. Kurt quickly swatted her hand away.
"Yes, Roschelle, I am serious. Now all of you come on."
"Wait, why do they have to leave?" Scott asked standing up and looking at the girls, Olivia and Odette both smiled at him.
"Why don't you ask your dear professor, Mr. Summers," Saretta answered finding Taylor among the girls and putting her on Kandra's shoulder. Immeditally Kandra had the tiny handcuffs back on her wrists. The smile on Taylor's face quickly vanished.
'So, we're leaving because Xavier did something right?" Adri asked looking up from the stack of pancakes she'd been smothering in syrup. Saretta spun around and glared at Adrianna.
"What do you mean by that?"
"I..I…I …" Adri stuttered never having seen her head mistress this angry before.
"Well?"
"What she means is that Taylor is miserable," Risky spoke up her eyes meeting Saretta's.
"Really? Taylor, are you really not happy?" she asked looking at the smallest member of the group.
"Yes," Taylor's tiny voice answered, but wasn't heard over the sound of Charles wheeling into the room. Saretta forgot all about Taylor.
"Charles, the girls and I are leaving."
"If that's what you feel is best, Saretta, but I feel you should at least give the girls the choice," Xavier said his hands folded in his lap as her surveyed the scene in front of him. Most of the Thorne girls looked confused.
"Fine, but I've got no doubt in my mind that my girls will side with me."
"Alright then. Why don't we give the girls some time to decide, they should be going to school."
"Fine," Saretta spat her eyes filled with hate for her former mentor.
"Girls, go on to school. We'll be leaving this afternoon," she added looking at her girls.
"Yes, ma'am," the majority of the girls answered as they darted off to their rooms to get ready for school.