"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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"What do you mean Logan is staying in the same home as us..!?"
Scarlet's voice bounces off my eardrum in a piercing manner. Bree stays where she's standing, next to Beast who's setting our bags on the ground of our new home. I'm plugging my ear, to see if I can still hear or not, after Scarlet's attempt at making me deaf.
"I already told you," Bree exhales with annoyance, explaining once again, "each of the X-Men is deemed a group house on campus, in the past it's been sorted by teams, but Charles made an exception for the three of us seeing as though we're sisters. And, plus, Logan wasn't watching over any house before hand so he was free to help!"
"I wonder why," I mutter mostly to myself before Beast huffs, setting down what seems to be the last bag. "Thank you so much," I tell him as he nods to the three of us.
"It's a pleasure, as was meeting the three of you," I realize how articulate he is. "I look forward to seeing you out there." After one sharp tooth grin, he let himself out, shutting the door behind himself.
"And just where exactly is this house guardian or whatever you want to call it - at, exactly? It's getting late." Scarlet marches into the living room to pry back the lace curtains and stare into the front yard.
"We're on a school campus, you can shut of security mode, Terminator," I joke, slapping her arm.
"Plus, Logan can protect himself. The man has metal claws for crying out loud."
Scarlet hops off the couch abruptly, "I'm not worried about Logan."
"No one said you were." I tell her, pausing from taking my bag upstairs, in attempt to claim the first room. I manage to sneak off without setting off either sister alarm. I round the corner, examining the bed with the folded comforter on it, the small reading nook that is right underneath a generous size window, then the walk in closet. More like, a five foot hallway with four racks on each side. There was a mirror at the end of the closet, floor length. I'm looking at myself, a tired girl, who is starting to feel small in this, what now seems like, big world.
The three of us are simultaneously unpacking, our doors open and listening to the music that was spewing from Scarlet's bedroom door. I think she has a radio, or maybe a record player, in there. By night time, we are still in stuck our routine. Or, at least I am, starting to familiarize myself with my new room. After making the bed a few minutes ago, I take off my shoes, and began unpacking. I put my clothes in the closet, in my new dresser, and set out an outfit for tomorrow. I am prepared for any occasion with my washed out, high waisted jeans paired with my blue cropped sweater. I'm trying to decide on shoes when Bree knocks on my door.
