There are three things Dakota Greyson believes with absolute certainty. The first, that no matter how religious others try to make her, no amount of prayer will make money rain from the sky. The second, that imperfection can be as much a blessing as perfection can be a curse. And finally, the third, that if resurrection and/or reincarnation were plausible then surely she'd ended up somewhere better than an impoverished middle-class family in central America. After all, what are the chances of waking in a stranger's body? A teenager's body? Of finding herself somewhere more outlandish than her grandmother's humble abode? Of discovering a town so saturated in trauma that her own suddenly feels like nothing more than mediocre misery. Accepting the change had been a hard pill to swallow. A truth she hadn't wanted to accept. Life, however, is a cancer. It doesn't give you the decency of time. It rips the curtain back before you've finished dressing, it tosses obstacles with spikes at you with a laugh, it finds entertainment in hardships and heartbreak. It strips you of your identity and leave you with a new one.

"𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞." "𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐲." ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ in which remi drake is a student by day and a dancer by night - never does she think this would lead to gaining the romantic attention of one-half of the fantastic four. [ professor!reed richards | age gaps | mature! | x-men first class characters | so incredibly not canon compliant with any of the marvel universes ]