X-Men: The Experiment

Chapter 4

So, after my little chat with the professor, I walked to my first class. My schedule-attached to the map-had five out of seven classes highlighted. Including the first one. 

I have to admit, I was more than a little excited to see Peter again. So, I took a minute to calm myself down. (I was really nervous about going to a new school.) Then, before I could change my mind,  I walked in.

"Welcome. You must be Bianca Blake. I am teaching for this class. I'm-" said a very tan woman with short white hair.

"Storm, I know," I interrupted,  scanning the room.

"Okay, then. Please take a seat next to Peter.  He will help you with anything you need, won't you, Peter? "

"Yes, Storm," Peter said, sitting up at the mention of his name.

"Good. Now, as I was saying..." Storm began. I drowned her out as I took my seat next to Peter.

As I got my stuff out,  Peter helped me with the supply list for this class. 

"Okay. You'll need a notebook, a pen or pencil, and a folder," Peter instructed.

"Okay," I said as I pulled out all three items. I chose a blue pen, a purple folder, and a simple black composition.

After class, we had a ten minute break. So, as Peter was talking to someone named Bobby, I quickly and quietly retreated to my room.

Right after I closed the door, I felt a huge gust of wind. Figuring that it was just the door, I completely ignored it. 

I turned around, then heard the water going in my bathroom.

What the heck? I thought.

As I walked slowly towards the bathroom, I saw someone run out, only to bump into me. Whoever it was,  they clearly didn't expect me to be standing there.

When my eyesight focused, I noticed that the runner was...Peter?

"How did you get in here?" I asked.

"Same as you," Peter had gotten up, and was now looking through my backpack, which I has tossed onto the bed when I walked in. "Except, I ran."

"Well, you must run pretty fast to have gotten here at the same time I did."

"Trust me. You have no idea..."was his cryptic reply.

Then something inside my head clicked. First with the maps, then when Peter left my room, and now this!

"You can run faster than anyone in the universe, can't you? " I said.

"Well, I'm impressed.  Most people think I can teleport," Peter replied.

"Okay...Hey-why did you come in here,  anyway? "

"Um..." Peter rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed.  "What powers do you have?"

"I can levitate objects,  control animals, I can tell someone's vitals and health from halfway around the world, and I am telekinetic. "

"Can you...levitate this vase?" Peter took the vase that was on a nightstand, and threw it high up into the air.

"Peter, no!" I shouted,  reaching for the vase. Then, time seemed to stop. The vase was floating inches above the ground. I lifted my hands up, and the vase moved up. I moved it some more, trying to get the vase level with the nightstand.

Just as I was about to carefully set it back down, the school bell rang. It scared me, which made me drop the vase. It smashed into a million pieces, which were all over the nightstand,  the floor, and my bed.

I sighed.

"I'm sorry," Peter said, and he looked like he really meant it.

"You know what, Peter? Just go," I said.

"But, Bianca, I-" Peter started,  but I cut him off.

"GO!" I shouted, fighting off tears.

"Fine!" Peter snapped, clearly confused and angry at my outburst. "Last time I try to help you." And with that he was out the door.

I knelt down, making an attempt to pick up the broken vase. For some reason I can't explain,  I felt like I had some kind of connection to it.

Suddenly, one of the glass pieces cut my finger, which only made me cry even harder.

After a while, I eventually drifted of into a deep sleep.