Marvel: Year One

marvelousgirl:

Finals weeks were always the worst for Jean. It made it harder for her to keep her telepathy under wraps, with everyone's minds being a jumbled mess of crazy mixed-up, stressed out thoughts.

Calc final than chemistry. Someone shoot me, please.

Can't go to summer school. My parents are going to kill me.

I hope I get asked to prom. It's still not too late...

UGH! MY HISTORY TEACHER IS EVIL!

Jean wished that she wasn't such a freak. She was sick of the headaches she got from hearing other people's thoughts all the time.

She slammed her locker door shut. The sooner she got out of school and some place quiet, the better.

worthy_angel:

It wasn't often that you found the Avenging Angel just twiddling his thumbs in the park.  He twiddled them at home, usually.  But today, he was in the park.  The bench was a suitable spot for him, though a bit uncomfortable with his wings folded under his clothes.  Maybe she'd have him go for a walk while they talked?  Warren sure hoped so.