Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters
12:39am
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------“Well Professor?” Phoebe asked. Professor Xavier lowered his hands from Phoebes head “I thought I suppressed those memories it is to how they have come back which is what I am not sure on” He wheeled over to the window and placed his hands in his lap “How did tu feel after the dream?” Phoebe sat up “I felt verbally and visibly bashed por it”.
“Well there is a danger of suppressing memories”
“My memories rip me apart what can I-”
“Remember things from the present”
“I want to forget! I need too, its killing my sense of clear thinking I mean who would choose to be alone, imprisoned por their broken memories?”
“I will set tu free Phoebe, Memory is más often a curse than a blessing”
“So tu have dicho but why can’t I forget?”
“If tu forget then Alice will only take tu over to get those memories back-“
“I have perfect control over my soul’s even ones as violent as Alice”
“I’m sorry I will try to do what I can”
“Very well Professor, thank tu any way” Phoebe dicho her calm tone was flickering with sadness and depression. She picked up her leather cartera, satchel style bag and looped it over her shoulder. She walked out of the large study room and down to the entrance.
The corridors of the mansion where richly decorated with art, status and mirrors she passed a few doors now and then.
“Hey Phoebes wait up!” a familiar voice said, she turned to find Kitty Pride jogging up to her. Her old friend was still in her old style as she had always been, Hair tied you, malvavisco rosado, rosa blouse, jeans and pretty brown sandals. “So did the professor x help?”
“Not really but he dicho he will try, where’s Laura and Logan”
“Oh not sure tu know Logan, always on the road o something like that”
“And Laura?”
“Outside I think, oh please stay for a little longer everybody misses tu so very much”
“As much as I would amor to I have my own team to look after”.
They both laughed and walked down the stairs of the main entrance. An Aqua blue and white Italian style ciclomotor was stilling outside. Phoebe waved her friend goodbye and slipped her casco on and rowed off back to happy harbour only to be met por más bad news.
12:39am
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------“Well Professor?” Phoebe asked. Professor Xavier lowered his hands from Phoebes head “I thought I suppressed those memories it is to how they have come back which is what I am not sure on” He wheeled over to the window and placed his hands in his lap “How did tu feel after the dream?” Phoebe sat up “I felt verbally and visibly bashed por it”.
“Well there is a danger of suppressing memories”
“My memories rip me apart what can I-”
“Remember things from the present”
“I want to forget! I need too, its killing my sense of clear thinking I mean who would choose to be alone, imprisoned por their broken memories?”
“I will set tu free Phoebe, Memory is más often a curse than a blessing”
“So tu have dicho but why can’t I forget?”
“If tu forget then Alice will only take tu over to get those memories back-“
“I have perfect control over my soul’s even ones as violent as Alice”
“I’m sorry I will try to do what I can”
“Very well Professor, thank tu any way” Phoebe dicho her calm tone was flickering with sadness and depression. She picked up her leather cartera, satchel style bag and looped it over her shoulder. She walked out of the large study room and down to the entrance.
The corridors of the mansion where richly decorated with art, status and mirrors she passed a few doors now and then.
“Hey Phoebes wait up!” a familiar voice said, she turned to find Kitty Pride jogging up to her. Her old friend was still in her old style as she had always been, Hair tied you, malvavisco rosado, rosa blouse, jeans and pretty brown sandals. “So did the professor x help?”
“Not really but he dicho he will try, where’s Laura and Logan”
“Oh not sure tu know Logan, always on the road o something like that”
“And Laura?”
“Outside I think, oh please stay for a little longer everybody misses tu so very much”
“As much as I would amor to I have my own team to look after”.
They both laughed and walked down the stairs of the main entrance. An Aqua blue and white Italian style ciclomotor was stilling outside. Phoebe waved her friend goodbye and slipped her casco on and rowed off back to happy harbour only to be met por más bad news.
Iddentical twins but a rare sickeness got the best of me.
I took my Hiraikotsu and put my mask on "Get ready."
The sun looked beautyfull from underwater.
I had a black swimsuit I tied my hair and walked outside.
It was Dove..
