𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐓 (X-Men ~ Peter Maximoff)

Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters

There was a new dawn coming. Everyone was buzzing with excitement for what was to come, making predictions of what was beyond the horizon. Everything was shaping up to make the next decade the best - a decade that people would idolise for generations with timeless music, revolutionary gadgets, iconic fashion, games, cars. The eighties were just around the corner and everyone was going to hop on all the trends that came their way. It was going to be a time of unrivalled happiness and freedom.

Everyone across America, especially the teenagers, had already started ripping their jeans and stocking up on hairspray, fully prepared for the fun they would have over the next ten years. They, perhaps, would miss out on stuff towards the end of the decade as they had kids and became older, but the pre-teens, only a few years younger, were going to have the best years of their life.

Peter was excited too, as expected. He'd ramble on about 'new wave music' and all the new games the arcade were due to receive in the upcoming months. He wasn't so fussed about the fashion per say, though he had expressed his amusement on multiple occasions as his soon-to-be- teenage sister started sporting bright neon's and double denim as her everyday wardrobe.

Jennifer, on the other hand, was conflicted. She was raised in the fifties, where anything other than a full length skirt was seen as immodest and the craziest new toy had been a hula hoop. Even when she was fifteen many parents protested about Elvis Presley, saying his music belonged to the devil - she often wondered how they would react to hearing AC/DC or Kiss.

But she couldn't help but be drawn to Levi's new high waisted baggy jeans, and she ended up wearing them so much that they were no longer the bright blue she had bought them in, but rather almost white with just the final tints of baby blue peeking through. And it suited her. Part of her was glad for the variation and new styles she could experience, but the guilt of leaving the way she was brought up behind made her hesitate. It was hard enough adjusting to the seventies, though she supposed that was a much more abrupt change to what was happening at the present.

The annoying thing was that the more she dressed like she belong in this decade, the more people assumed she was a teenager. It was a fair assumption considering her looks, but the twenty four year old was just about on her final nerve. Not even last week she had been I.D.ed for buying a pair of scissors to replace the ones she lost.

The real issues had started when she took the job with Charles at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters in the fall of nineteen eighty. On her first day of the job she had been looking through her notes while leaning against her desk when her first set of students had walked in and incorrectly assumed she was a new pupil and attempted to befriend her. Two students had actually flirted with her that first day. She had to admit that the kids today had charm, but the only satisfaction she got from these experiences was the look on the teenagers face when she moved to stand behind the desk and start teaching the class. They rarely apologized for their mistakes though, and some students even became repeat offenders, much to Jennifer's annoyance.

She doubted many students knew why someone who looked the same age as them was teaching, but she wasn't obligated to tell them anything or explain her history, and Charles had actually asked her to remain quiet about their involvement in mutant history. He didn't want the kids in his care to try and be heroes - quite the opposite in fact. He was trying to build a world where mutants could become scholars and academics rather than playing pieces in a game of chess.

As it turned out, Jennifer loved teaching. The first few weeks had certainly been an adjustment period for sure, and she was incredibly grateful for all the support she had received from staff an students alike. Half the teachers at the school were just as unqualified as her to be teaching and it would stay that way until Charles was able to put them through the necessary degree, though how he was planning on doing that, or if he even was, was a mystery to all.