Post by rachel on Jan 27, 2013 21:14:02 GMT -5
Emerald eyes peered out of the window as they passed down the street. The car moved at approximately 45 miles per hour, and while it was five miles above the speed limit, it seemed to Rachel that things were going far too slow. She tried not to appear like a country bumpkin in the city for the first time, but that's exactly how she felt. Rachel didn't remember having ever been someplace so wonderful. The greens were greener, the blues bluer.
The closer they got to the Mansion, the more the giddiness made way for nervous excitement. Rachel lowered her gaze and wiped her sweaty palms on the thighs of her jeans. She leaned against the back of the leather seat and closed her eyes. Two minutes later, the car stopped, and the driver got out. Less than ten seconds later, her door was opened for her. She peered out, lifting her cerise gaze to the man. She smiled lightly, and the man offered only a small, though comforting smile.
Her tongue passed over her dried lips, and she took a few extra minutes outside to compose herself, before she walked through the door left ajar. She took a deep breath of the air. It wasn't stifling. It wasn't suffocating. She finally had a breath of air where she wasn't a 'patron of sadness', as she called herself, and everyone else that lived in the orphanage. Staff included. She took another step forward, looking around, trying to familiarize herself with the location. It was like a palace, like it's own country almost. At least compared to what she was used to.
The fiery haired fifteen year old wrapped her arms around herself, fingertips toying with the short sleeves of her black t-shirt. She was dressed simply, as she wasn't sure what she should wear to such a place. It was a school, but it was also someone's home. A home that was offered to her. While she was a stranger to the person who owned the home, and every other inhabitant within, Professor Xavier offered her a place to call 'Home', for the first time she could remember.
Her eyes burned, as if she had allergies, though she knew it was tears welling to the surface. She never really let herself cry, especially not in front of anyone else. And certainly never in front of strangers. She was strong..
..Like my mother...
Rachel blinked. Where the hell had that thought came from?
