"Mutation. It is the key to our evolution. It is how we have evolved from a single celled organism into the dominant species on the planet. This process is slow, normally taking thousands and thousands of years. But every few hundred millennia, evol...
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"Oh my gosh.."
Bree takes the words right out of my head. I have never seen a school so big, with so many mutants. Some look like us, practically human, but there are those who look nothing like us, and yet roam the halls and waltz through with pride. Like the girl with the lightning bolt scar that travels down from the right side of her face to her fingertips, or the boy with the purple eyes and, do I spy horns growing from under his hair? There is a girl that wherever she travels m, so does the dark eerie shadow. Another girl walks on the ceiling to her next class, a boy flys past, hovering on his notebooks as a platform, someone throws a ball of light to another student, causing an older student to whip her hand out in the two rowdy kid's direction, calming them instantly. I see a kid teleport, before I tell myself to stop staring.
Jay finally comes back, a few moments ago he told us that he had to go find where Charles and everyone else was, leaving the three of us to gawk at these kids like tourists. I was close to dropping my suitcase due to my weak grip. This place was beautiful.
"Okay, everyone's in the basement," he sounds out of breath, I'm guessing he took the stairs. While he tries to catch his breath, he gestures to behind the three of us, "this is Hank McCoy, we call him Beast, he'll be"-
"Why do you call him"- Scarlet stops her question when she turns around and is met face to face with a blue man covered in fur. He is grinning with a set of sharp teeth, that makes Scarlet grin back. I reach out and hold Bree's hand. "Oh, now I get it."
He clears his throat, "it's an honor to meet you girls," he puts his giant hand for us to shake. I eye his sharp nails. "I've heard nothing but great news about Pandora's three girls."
"You know our mom?" I raise my eyebrow, skeptically. I realize that he's wearing glasses, and, a suit... a blazer and nice slacks.
What the hell is going on? I think to myself.
"Of course, your mother, along with a few of the other mutants fought together, alongside myself back in the day."
Right. I forgot she was an X-Men before they were called X-Men, that was before she decided she wanted to have kids.
I shake Hank's hand, grinning, and tell him, "it's nice to meet you as well. I'm Angelina. You can call me Lina." He went down the line of my sisters, shaking Bree's hands next.
"I'm Sabrina, but everyone calls me, Bree," she laughs awkwardly as she shakes his hand, then raises her eyebrows at contact. "Oh. Wow. You do a lot for mutant rights. You've met the president?"
