Mutants Attract

Boy (attempts to) meet boy

Charles Xavier had it all. He was rich, attractive and quite popular despite being a mutant. His sister, Raven, was just as popular, even with her physical mutation. Normally, Raven had blue skin with intricate patterns on it, and she had the ability to change her appearance. Charles' mutation was telepathy, which could not be seen. Their parents founded Westchester High, and hired all of the teachers. The two of them practically ruled the school.

Charles woke up rather startled, seeing as he had just collided with the shelf above his head. In an attempt to avoid his attacker, the shelf, he flung himself out of the bed and onto the carpeted flooring. Hearing the loud bang, Raven rushed into his room to find a familiar sight. "Oh, Raven!" Charles exclaimed from underneath the comforter. He took pride in his comforter, it was made by hand for him, with a large "X" in the middle of it. "What woke you?"

Raven groaned out of frustration, changing from her natural form to a regular looking teenager. "Charles, don't you realize today's the first day of our junior year at Westchester? We need to get ready!" She exclaimed, gesturing to her bed-head. There's no way I can show up looking like this.

"Oh, shut it, Raven. You're gorgeous, blue skin and all." Charles answered her drifting thoughts, stirring Raven from her anger.

"Charles, you know what they think about us mutants." Raven said sadly before exiting the room. Charles shook his head in disappointment, knowing full well that Raven was right. No one was fond of mutants, nor did they like to bring up conversation about their powers. If you kept quiet, then you'd be accepted as a normal person.

Raven sat in front of her mirror, changing back into her self. Blue, mutated skin covered her body. Her red hair clashed, and her yellow eyes stared back at her. They'll never accept you if you can't accept yourself. Charles told her from his room across the dorm hall. She ignored him, acting as though she never heard him. Within seconds, her skin changed into a nice, tan skin color. Normal. Her hair became an acceptable blonde, long and flouncy and curly. Her yellow eyes were gone, replaced by normal irises and normal everything. She smiled in a solemn sort of way, turning away from her reflection and focusing on her wardrobe.

Charles didn't pay too much attention to his clothing, he had settles with a simple outfit the night before. He had laid out some skinny jeans, a button-down shirt and a yellow cardigan . Along with that he wore his red converse and kept his glasses close by at all times. As for his hair, he didn't mind what it was doing at the moment. It was sorta pushed up, but not really. Actually, he wasn't sure what it was doing, but he supposed it worked. "Good enough." He finally (more like quickly) decided, "I wonder what's for breakfast."

On the other side of campus, Erik Lehnsherr was just getting up. It went a little like this: "Shut the fuck up you damn son of a bitch!" A disoriented Erik demanded, shutting of his alarm clock with the bat of an eyelash. When he finally opened his eyes, he made a quick mental note to get a replacement alarm clock after breaking his new one. Erik had an anger problem-- at least that's what everyone says. Ever since he arrived after being kicked out of a school for kids with special needs, kids steered clear of him. "Watch out, that's Erik Lehnsherr!" They would warn each other. He wasn't terrifying, he didn't have power, he was just really unpopular. He was avoided. He was sort of friends with a few of the delinquents; Emma, Azazel, and Angel, but he hated their ring leader. His name was Sebastian Shaw, and rumor has it the Erik once tried to kill Mr. Shaw.

For breakfast, Erik had a refreshing cup of coffee. With creamer and sugar by the dozens. Though Erik was terrifying, he adored sweet things. Of course, he'd die before telling anybody that. After getting dressed in a dull pair of jeans, t-shirt and leather jacket, Erik met up with Emma outside. "Good morning!" She greeted him, walking up to him at an alarmingly fast pace for someone in such high heels. She wore her regular white dress, along with her white handbag, and white shoes, and white-- she loved the color white (not in a racist way). "How are you today, darling?" She pulled her sunglasses off and fell into pace with him, the obnoxious clacking of her shoes following the two of them.