X-Woman GFA; Chapter 2

If your to lazy to read my last blog, here's what happened. My name is Tessa, I'm a mutant so is my twin Charolatte. We were sent to an Institute for 'Gifted Youngsters.' Char is crazy nervous, but I'm too tough to admit I am, too. So now we're pulling into a super-long drive way, if you want to call it that.
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The entire stone castle was covered in vines. I was instantly relieved. It didn't look threatening, just, intimidating. I brushed my hair away from my face as wind blew it every which way relentlessly as we got out of the car. Char's breathing grew heavy. I tried to keep mine under control.
"Don't forget, if you look calm, no one else will know how you really feel." I tried to tell Charolatte. As it turns out, I was very wrong.
"Don't be nervous. It's nice to see you both again." It was the Professor. He had come to our house to observe our powers and ask our parents some questions. Neither of us knew what to say.
"Hellooo." Said Charolatte awkwardly.
"Hey." I mumbled. We were in his office, luggage in hand. Professor Xavier moved his chair around his desk with the small remote installed on the arm rest.
"Well. Lets see who we can bother to take your luggage upstairs." He said, nodding us out.
The front room wasn't very crowded, but I assumed everyone else was probably at the swimming pool, or any of the other crazy places the school offered.
The Professor looked around for a minuet. "Ah, just the man. He'll be coming through that door in a moment." I knew how he did that. He was a tellepath, which made him even more intimidating than he would have been anyway. Just then, his prediction came true, and oh. my. gawd.
I tried to look cool in sweatpants and Nightmare Before Christmas hoodie as he approached. He was older than me, I had no idea by how much. Younger than my father thank gawd, but old enough to look like he knew exactly what he was doing.
"Professor...excuse me." His eyes scoped Char and fell on me. For a split second he held my gaze, then turned his attention back to the Professor. "I need to talk to you. Kurt's flying lessons are-"
"Not important at the moment. This is Charolatte and Tessa Aro. They are new students here. Might I ask you to help them with their bags? Their in dorm 914." The Professor's beast. I thought to myself. This dude looked like he could rip him apart, and he still has full control.
Mystery Man looked at us again. "I'm Logan. " He stated simply.
"Hey." I said louder than I had wanted.
"Hi." Squeaked Char.
"You'll be sharing a dorm, if you don't mind. It's a bit small, but I'm sure you'll manage. I think you'll find you'll like it here. I'll see you at dinner. Logan." He nodded to us and headed back to his office.
Logan started to reach towards my huge-ish suitcase. I grabbed it before he could. That and my backpack was heavy, but I didn't want Mr. Muscle to think I was weak. He smiled to himself when Charolatte didn't make the same gesture. He just found out who the damsel was.
"You like it here?" I asked as we pushed out bags into the elevator.
"It's beneficial. Free food." I laughed nervously. I asked what I really wanted to know leaning against the wall of the elevator for support.
"So, what can you do." It was like he read my mind. Oh Gawd maybe he did.
"Ahhh..." I looked at Char. She nodded.
"Hey, if it's something you don't wanna do, don't do it." He said quickly.
"Are you kidding, I take any chance I can." I stated matter-of-factly.
"Do you really." He said sarcastically, just as the elevator doors slid open.
I stepped outside of it, dragging my luggage to the side.
"So. Any experiance with animals?" My body ripped into a guard dog, then a cheetah, and finally a tiger. I snarled menicingly.
"I have a feeling I'm going to have a lot more." He answered. Char laughed nervously. "And you?"
"I have a feeling I'm going to have a lot more. And you?" She stated simply.
"Not another one!" He sounded exhausted. I could see Charolatte's triumphant smile fade.
"Someone here has her power, too?" I asked. I didn't know that could happen.
"Not here. She's with Magneto."
"Okaaay. Who the f-ck is Magneto?" I asked.
"The bad guy." Logan said with a small smile. "But don't worry kid, she might have her money running for her."
That helped Char's pride a bit. "Can she morph into anyone?" Char asked jerkily.
"Yeah."
"Can she use their powers?" She was losing confidance as we approached dorm 914.
"No...I don't think so." He peered at her over her bag.
Charolatte's spirits lifted considerably after that. When she saw the dorm, her eyes lit up with decorating oppertunities. There were matresses on the bed and the small loft above it.
"There's no latter for the loft, we'll get you one before curfew." He told us.
"Don't bother." I dropped my luggage and backpack and was on the roomy loft in one bound.
"Hahaha. Your very impressive. I'll see you guys at dinner, if you wanna explore you can." He made a motion to leave.
"Byee!" I yelled after him.
"Your such a flirt." Said Char grumpily.
"Yup."

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X-Woman Chapter 1 New Freaking York

"Dude. Who cares. You're a mutant now!" I told my twin sister Charolate Aro, doing an attempted backflip and landing in a heap on the cold marble floor of the airport bathroom.
"Who cares?!" She sounded pissed! "I care! The government cares!"
"Yeah? Well the 'government' doesn't know what it's like to be a mutant!" I said, getting up and brushing myself off. "And it's AWSOME!" I felt the hair on my neck stand up.
"TESSA!" She realized she had yelled and lowered her voice. "Tess, not here, okay? At least wait until you get to the institute."
The way she said institute made me suddenly cold, like it was some mental hospital in the rich parts of New York. I hoped not, but either way, if it was or not, Char had ruined my appitite. But not for long.
"Whatever Char. You just killed my buzz." I said, backing out of the almost empty women's bathroom to find my nervous mom.
"Mom, I'm hungry." I said.
"Okay dear, lets wait for Dad first. Can you do that for me? Can you last that long? Or do you need something now?" Okay. First of all, my mother never calls me dear. And she's normaly a nervous wreck, but not this much.
"Mom! Mom! Mom, I'll wait!" I said slowly. A moment later Char came out of the bathroom. Her Old Navy shirt had a few drops of water on it, but her dark wash jeans survived the splatter of water caused by hand washing. A second passed and my dad returned from the men's room.
"Hey! Did I miss any super-human ability?!" He asked, enthused.
"No."
"Yes!" Char and I said at the same time.
"Charolate?" My mom asked, eyes wide with fear.
"It was nothing. We were arguing. It's nothing!" Char was regreting saying anything.
"Let's get food! Are my little super-hero's hungry?" He said, clapping his hands together. Okay, so my dad wasn't always like this either. He was grouchy from work. Now I'm pretty sure he's just excited about us being mutated [ew that sound gross] because it's just another problem for our president to solve. I smiled grimly at the thought. My dad read my face wrong.
"Is that a yes?"
"Yup." It was better to just lie now-a-days anyway.
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"Charolate? Are you going to eat that?" I asked.
"No."
"Are you scared?"
"Yes."
"Are you excited?"
There was a pause in the darkness of the night-time flight from Chicago to New York.
"Yes."
"You think the guy mutants will be hot?"
"They'd better be."
Pause, while I thought about that.
"Nite."
"Good night Tessa."
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"Good morning passengers! And welcome to New York City." Said
the annoying flight attendant who wouldn't give me a freaking pillow. I moaned into my backpack/pillow. Charolate shoved me and I jerked to a stand.
"I'm aliiiiiiiive!" I said, motioning my arms like Frankinstien.
"Freak." Mumbled Char, rubbing sleep from her eyes.
"Good thing we don't have Mom and Dad with us."
"Why?" I smacked her head with my backpack/pillow.
"Ow!"
"Oh! Char! Did that hurt?"
"YES!"
"Good."
Out in the open airport I stopped for a coffee. When the NYRH [new york rib house, rolls eyes] wasn't open I swore.
"Tessa. You do realize its 5:00 in the morning!"
"I want mah meat!" I ran to a small shop. Along with the candy there was a bag of beef jerky.
"Can I borrow three dollars?" I asked.
"No!"
I pulled out a five and handed it to the man. He eyed me suspiciously. I glared back.
"Have a nice day."
"Oh, I'll try." I walked out of the place and tore open the bag, shoving the gross, dried meat in my mouth. Charolate looked on in discust.
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ARO.
"Thats us." I pointed to a man holding a sign and standing next to a tinted glassed car. Nervs kicked in.
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We had not said one word to the man driving the car so far. We drove through the city, the man taking a small deture through Time Square and Broadway so Char and I could gawk admiringly. Chicago wasn't quite as modern, but I sort of liked that. And if a more modern part of Chicago overwhelmed me, Time Square was faint-worthy. Then again, if I was a new stage in evolution, I could adapt. Char grinned at me. She had always wanted Broadway. Here she was.
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When I saw the wrought-iron gates, I was shocked. How could the government possibly fund something like a mutant day-care center! Huge tree's blocked any sign of a structure, and my mouth went dryer than the jerky had already made it. The man leaned out of the already rolled down window and pressed a button on a transmitter hooked to the gate. I could hear the voice as clearly as if she was right next to me, even through the crappy reception.
"May I help you?" I thought this was a school! Not a hospital! The man mubled into the machine, and the gates swung open.
For 5 minutes we drove. 5! I sucked at math but, what the hell? These guys got ground!And finaly, there it was.

Xavier's School for Gifted Children.
But it definatly wasn't for normal ones.