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Oh God! Was it left, right, and then another left? Or was it right, right, and then left?
The school was so overwhelming. This whole week was overwhelming. It seemed that the past week had been nothing but running. Running from people, running to people, running to flights, running into people. Even though she had taken a nap when she got here yesterday morning after the tour (which had been cut short by her apparent lack of attention) and then slept nearly the entire night through, Heather was still dragging a bit. Some had even said that it would take up to two weeks for her body to adjust to the new time. It wasn't really surprising really. She had just flown to the other side of the world. Literally. She had abruptly left her life, her parents, and her little brother behind. But she would just have to take everything one step at a time. Eventually she'd catch up, right?
Today on her agenda, she was to meet Mr. Rankin at a place on her map called the "Danger Room". Why in the hell would they have a room named Danger? This place made her senses tingle bad constantly. She had heard of talks of teams and training like this was a military school! She could definitely understand having a bunch of mutant kids not knowing how to control their powers could possibly be dangerous. But there was just something about this that made her feel like they didn't put something in the brochure about it.
Finding where she was currently, she readjusted her route to the room and picked up the pace. She really didn't want to be late. That would just be embarrassing. Dodging some students, which she'll let you know is not easy with all 5'10 of herself, she wound her way down another hallway. Finding herself at a dead end, she frowned and looked at her map again. No, this was the right place, but where was the door? There weren't any doorknobs or anything.
[OPEN TO CAL!}
The school was so overwhelming. This whole week was overwhelming. It seemed that the past week had been nothing but running. Running from people, running to people, running to flights, running into people. Even though she had taken a nap when she got here yesterday morning after the tour (which had been cut short by her apparent lack of attention) and then slept nearly the entire night through, Heather was still dragging a bit. Some had even said that it would take up to two weeks for her body to adjust to the new time. It wasn't really surprising really. She had just flown to the other side of the world. Literally. She had abruptly left her life, her parents, and her little brother behind. But she would just have to take everything one step at a time. Eventually she'd catch up, right?
Today on her agenda, she was to meet Mr. Rankin at a place on her map called the "Danger Room". Why in the hell would they have a room named Danger? This place made her senses tingle bad constantly. She had heard of talks of teams and training like this was a military school! She could definitely understand having a bunch of mutant kids not knowing how to control their powers could possibly be dangerous. But there was just something about this that made her feel like they didn't put something in the brochure about it.
Finding where she was currently, she readjusted her route to the room and picked up the pace. She really didn't want to be late. That would just be embarrassing. Dodging some students, which she'll let you know is not easy with all 5'10 of herself, she wound her way down another hallway. Finding herself at a dead end, she frowned and looked at her map again. No, this was the right place, but where was the door? There weren't any doorknobs or anything.