True Colors

1.

I sit on the edge of my bed, knowing that Scott has already headed downstairs for breakfast. For some odd reason I feel a dull pain tugging at my skin.
I walk into my bathroom and stare at myself in the mirror. Dark bags hang under my eyes like fog. My red hair is in a tangled bun on top of my head. I can see all the flakes of leftover mascara from yesterday, scattered on my cheeks.
I'm wearing a tight, brown cami and a pair of shorts that only go down mid-thigh. I get into the shower and brush my hair, tying it into a knot at the back of my head before moping on downstairs.
That's the word Ororo used, "moping." She said I'd been moping around lately. It's mostly because of my troubled powers.
Since about, last Friday after work my powers have been a little...off. I can hear everyone's thoughts cramming into my head all at once and my telekinesis hasn't been too sharp either. I have to concentrate for almost 5 minutes, just to levitate a book.
I trudge downstairs into the kitchen finding Ororo sitting on the left side of the table, and Scott is sitting across from her. I see that Scott has made me a coffee and put it on the table, in front of the chair they saved for me.
I stand in the doorway when Logan comes walking into the kitchen. He slides right past me and goes over to the pantry, grabbing a bagel and holding it in his mouth, while he digs through his pocket for his motorcycle keys.