The cab slowed to a stopped right in front of a mansion.
"You sure this is the place?" the driver asked, leaning forward, looking at the building.
"I think so."
I don't remember how I heard about this job. All I remember is packing a suitcase, getting into the cab and telling him this address, except I don't know how I knew the address. After paying the fair, I got out of the cab and stood in front of the massive door, School for the Gifted was written on a plaque. The door opened, a man in a wheelchair was on the other side.
"You must be Danielle. I'm Charles Xavier."
I didn't remember calling ahead and setting up the job interview. I clutched my suitcases in my hand followed him down a long hallway.
"Thank you for applying. I was very interested in your resume."
"This is a school?"
Charles nodded, "Yes, for exceptional young people. We teach whose abilities might not be entirely understood."
"I think I know what you mean."
Charles stopped at a door, "This is your office, your room is attached."
I opened it, inside was a fully stocked clinic, perfect for an nurse. I walked further inside, and went through another door. There was a twin bed, nightstand and dresser and a view of the courtyard where children were playing soccer.
"You didn't even interview me," I said, turning to face Charles.
"Let's just say I have a good judge of character. Please make yourself at home."
With that, the rolled himself away. I walked around the clinic, looking through each drawer. It was fully stocked, there was nothing I could have wanted.
I was only a year out of nursing school and not many jobs were opening up in the small town of Dunfee, Illinois. I worked at the local hospital for a couple months, getting my feet wet. It was interesting enough, but I had a strange feeling that there was something more out there for me...which is how I ended up here, apparently.
"Well, hello."
I turned, leaning in the doorway was a handsome blonde young man.
"I'm Alex," he said, walking in and extending his hand.
"Danielle."
"You're the new nurse then?"
I nodded, "I would assume a school like this requires a lot of medical attention."
"You'd be right. Most of these kids don't know what they're working with."
"But you do?"
He nodded. I could tell, the confidence was radiating off of him.
"If you'd like a tour, I'm available."
"I'll keep that in mind."
He winked, then walked out.
