So yeah, school. I can't say I'm thrilled. School was alright back in the day. Back when… the past is past and right now I'm walking down the hall in slow-motion with my new roomies. Pietro must hate this. I know the X-men when I see them, mostly because Toad points it out. It's pretty obvious though – one has blue hair. My first class is English and none of the brotherhood has it with me, so if an X-Men is there, then I'm screwed.
I turn before them all, heading into class with people I'd rather not talk to. Most are already sitting so I naturally headed for the back. Of course there was a guy with red visors, a guy they warned me about. Where was he sitting? Right beside me, with some red head. They must have noticed me, because in seconds I was forced to have the most awkward conversation of all time. "Hey, you're a mutant, right?" He asks.
The red head hits him, probably wanting him to be more subtle. What should I say? God, talking is such a pain. "How would you know?"
"Because the professor told us. Anyway, why are you living in that crappy hellhole with those idiots? Why don't you join the real heroes" He asks triumphantly.
"I never said that they were heroes. I like that place and they are pretty decent"
"Fine, but if you ever get rejected by them, then you are welcome to come over." He offers.
"Trust me, that will never happen."
The bell rings, and as the class settles down there is a crash from another classroom. "Sounds like trouble, Scott" The red head says with a wavered voice. There are screams followed. I wonder whose starting chaos.
"Did you have anything to do with this?" Scott asks me, and I shake my head. It sounds pretty fun though, whatever is going on. Wow, I am crazy, aren't I? Scott and Red run out, as does most of the class. There are large quakes, like footsteps. Instead of following the crowd, I ignore that and head to the window. I am greeted by a blazing fire soring into the sky. There was a guy on the ground – you guessed it – Pyro. What is going on?
Before I can do anything, a card with a blaze around it floats beside me. Within seconds it explodes, but naturally I absorb it and turn around sheepishly to see a guy with dark brown hair. "So you're the new girl"
"Yes I am. Is that a problem? I am on your side, you know"
"I don't think you have a side. I think you're a jumper… hop from one place to another just for shelter. You're a neutral"
"How-"
"I know your kind. I suggest you leave this place. It's a lot crazier here, you don't know what you're doing" He is warning me, though I'm not sure what is so bad. So far the people here have been alright. Still… he has a point. Getting close is bad.
"There is a war coming soon"
"Good. Then I came just in time"