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.