Erik Lehnsherr always raised Estelle to be proud of who she was. To believe that she was the brightest star in the sky. When he gets taken away for assassinating the president, Elle is left to make up her own mind about right and wrong. With her gro...
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One year later
I pound my fist against the hard wooden door. Somehow, no matter how avoidable the situation might seem, I always end up finding myself here.
"Jean!" I call through the wood. "Jean, it's eight fifteen!"
I hear some shuffling. "I know I'm just-"
"Late," I cut her off. "Again."
With that the door opens, revealing my redheaded roommate.
"I was doing my hair, maybe you should try it sometime." She says.
I shake my head. "I brush my hair, Jean."
"Yeah but you never do anything with it," she says as we walk down the halls. "What, are you afraid people are gonna compare you to Jubilee again?"
I groan. "Okay, that was one time and since when does she own the high ponytail? Did she patent it or something?"
"She's a nice person, Elle." Jean tries.
"She's a spider, and all of you are falling into her web."
"Fine, whatever you say," Jean laughs a little bit. "Why did you wait up for me anyways? Do you have a free period?"
I say, "no. It's only English though, so I'll be fine."
"Oh, Professor Xavier's class." Jean smirks. "You know, sometimes I forget you're the professor's daughter."
I slow my pace and stare intently forward. "Yeah...me too."
Even after a year, it's still...weird. Almost as if I'm living some kind of double life. It's not exactly like I keep my past a secret, for all I know Jean might have already used her powers to figure me out. Still, it's odd to just walk around this school being known as Estelle Xavier. Especially when I feel like that name doesn't quite fit.
There's no point in dwelling on small things like that though. No, looking backwards isn't an option. Estelle Lehnsherr is dead and buried, only still surviving as a memory of the past. A ghost, that no matter how hard I try, always seems to come back to haunt me.
"Well I have science first. You think Mr. Mccoy will go easy on me if I say I was helping you?" Jean asks, drawing me out of my thoughts.
A smile comes to my face. "A different person might tell you that lying is immoral and wrong. But since you're asking me, I say knock yourself out."
She laughs. "See you at lunch, Elle."
I turn on my heels. "Unless you get caught."
"Is this reverse psychology or something?" Jean asks.
"I don't know, Jean." I smirk. "Is it?"
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I uncomfortably sit in my seat, only managing to semi pay attention to Charles's words. I think he's talking about some book? I probably read it a while ago, I just can't bring myself to recall any of it's plot.
