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This is NOT how I planned my life would go. MY plan had 3 major requirements:
1. Meet a nice boy to marry by the time I'm 30,
2. Get a good job that pays well, and
3. DON'T FIND OUT I'M A MUTANT WHEN I'M 16.
Yeah, ok. That last one wasn't originally part of my top 3, but after what's just happened; it got moved up the list.
I guess I should begin at the beginning like most normal people would. Then again, I'm not exactly normal anymore, so I can start wherever the hell I like, I guess. So, before I proceed, you must know that I'm only starting at the beginning out of the kindness of my own heart.
It was a Wednesday. Quite possibly the worst day on my timetable. The bell had just gone for the lunch break, and I couldn't possibly get out of a classroom faster. I would have been in the cafeteria quick as a gunshot if it weren't for Nathan. He fell down in front of me and nearly made me trip and kill myself.
"Nice work Nate." I swear I could taste the venom. "Don't worry; one day, you might actually learn how to walk."
I know, I was a complete jerk-ette to Nathan, but before you get all up in arms about this, there is a vague sort of a reason for it.
See, the school I went to was partial a particularly anti-mutant atmosphere. You didn't stand a chance of making it to graduation unless you could prove to the majority that you were... 'pro-human', if you know what I'm saying. Nathan had horns growing out of his head, so he was the one most of us chose to use as a punching bag.
I know that's no excuse, but it was survival of the fittest in a big way.
Nathan gave me the dirtiest look I have ever been on the receiving end of, but I just turned and kept walking, my relatively happy mood completely thwarted by Nathan's assassination attempt. All I wanted was to sit down and eat my lunch.
But of course, the universe saw fit to punish me further. I was halted in my path by the ever so swan like, Ms. Griffiths. Of course, when I say swan like, I mean an evil demon possessed swan, which, as it turns out, isn't actually a swan at all, but really the ugly duckling in a Halloween costume.
"Seven Taylor," I resisted the urge to congratulate her on finally learning my name after teaching me for five years straight. "The principle has requested that you go to the front office immediately."
Oh man, are you serious? I thought I already got in trouble for that incident with the jam.
I threw my head back dramatically and trudged off towards Mr. Hawks' office.
After walking into three walls, I decided that maybe I should let my head back into its rightful position.
I was just about to turn into the principle's office and launch into a speech about the unfair treatment of students who have already paid their debt to society, when I saw the familiar shape of my mother waiting in the foyer next to Mr. Hawks.
I paused for a moment. Mr. Hawks was talking to her, but she kept checking her watch and biting her lip. Something was wrong.
I had to assume that this was the reason I'd been called to the office in the first place, so, despite the disappointment that I wouldn't get to deliver the speech I'd prepared, I walked towards them.
Before I could even say something to the effect of, 'hey, Mum, aren't you supposed to be at work?' she'd grabbed me by the hand and started dragging me outside. She mumbled a 'thank you' of some kind to Mr. Hawks but didn't stop to hear the rest of what he was saying.
Faster than I thought was physically possible we were in the car and she was turning the key in the ignition.
"Um, you know – I think people are meant to sign out before they leave the school grounds." I made a motion to get back out of the car, but it had already started and we began to drive away. "I'm sure that's fine, though. We don't have to really worry about it."
For the first half of the trip there was silence. Mum had to bite her tongue to stop herself from shouting at red traffic lights. Whenever I wasn't looking, I could see her staring at me in the reflection on the window, but as soon as I turned around she avoided eye contact. I just thought that she would tell me what was going on as soon as we were in the car, so for the first five minutes I just kept quiet. When she started beeping her horn at a little old grandma who pulled in front of us, I thought I'd waited long enough.
"Ok, WHAT is going on?" I had to pry her palm off the steering wheel to get her to focus on me.
This was the first time I noticed how much she was shaking.
"Seven," she swallowed and focused her eyes forward. "There are some people at our house-"
Her voice quit on her as her eyes started tearing up. So many thoughts flashed through my mind at that moment. Who were they? Jehovah's Witnesses, debt collectors, the Russian mafia?
"Mum?" I put a hand on her shoulder and saw her flinch. I don't quite know why, but that hurt me deep down. She was afraid of me.
"They say they're here to invite you to go to their school." Oh. Okay, fine. Don't quite understand why you're making such a big deal out of it though. "It's a school for mutants, Seven."