August 1st 2013
Someone once said, “When a door closes, a window opens”, or something like that. I’ve accepted an invitation to the Xavier School in upstate New York. I feel bad for my gymnastics coach as she was busting her butt to try and get me in at nationals for 2016 and this move probably ends that dream. I mean, maybe I can find someone as dedicated in New York but I get the feeling that isn’t the type of school I’m dealing with here.
I had to balance the gymnastics thing with the very real chance that this private school could get me into Juilliard. I could potentially go see stuff on Broadway. I had a tough decision. Auntie seemed pretty lucid and encouraged me to go. I thought hard about what mom would want. Despite how hard she pushed me, I think she did so to give me options. Mary Lou Retton or Kelly Clarkston? Well, assuming I’m good enough. I always thought I could do both, but I knew there was a good chance I’d have to pick. We’ll see but I’ve made my decision. Get ready New York for some Augustine flair!
August 20th 2013
Xavier school is in the middle of nowhere. Like, seriously no where. I think it’s a sensory depravation thing so that we focus on academics, but man so lame. The mansion itself is pretty but, yeah not a whole lot going on. I’ve met a few of the fellow students. I should probably jot down some information on them. It might be cool to look back later at first impressions for yearbook :)
Bryansdaug Briansdotr (Icelandic name here): Arni is a quiet girl. She has a calmness to her and always seems to be reading in the library. I get the feeling she didn’t have many friends back home. She’s very polite and has a slight smile typically when I pass by her in the hall.
Logan Colter: Logan comes off very much like a jock. I heard him crying one night as if maybe he had a bad dream. I’d say he’s into me, but he seems to be into every girl that walks in the door so he’s kind of a horn dog :p He seems to be a little aloof, but I don’t think we’ve tried to include him much either. Should try and include him in on things.
Wallace Wachter: Wally (don’t call him that to his face, but he’s a Wally) is a crackup. He seems like he’s my age but acts about 2 years younger than that most times. Wide-eyed, excitable, nerdy but in a good way. He’s from Mississippi and boy is he. Idk if he’s had much outside world experience but he gives off a cool little brother vibe.
Piotr: Tall, dark, handsome and with a Russian accent. D’as Vidania! I think Arni’s into him, as I’ll catch her quietly watch him. He has a calm strength to him.
Remy LeBeau: Remy is an older student. I heard he was married already?! He’s worldly and seems like he’s been through a lot.
Sam Guthrie: Sam…hard working boy from Kentucky. He gets Sam, I get Sammy. It’s a done deal, less confusion. He’s easy on the eyes too…
Lidya Nicolov: My roomie. I thought she didn’t like me, but the more we interact the more I get the impression that she just doesn’t know how to react to the situation. Maybe that’s not fair, maybe she’s more calculating in everything she does. Like there’s an internal checklist or something. I like her, not sure if the feelings mutual just yet.
Today was probably the worst day of my life! Just about everyone here is scary. I don’t really know what a genetic mutation is, but I’m not sure I’m safe. Victor, Aria, John all are intimidating as hell. I think I made the wrong choice.
I’m a mutant. At least that’s what Professor Xavier has said. This isn’t Jilliard, this isn’t the olympics, this is straight up hell. I thought maybe I was haunted or something, but he said that I’m the one doing all that stuff. I broke Julia Gehrity’s leg when she made fun of my singing in church, I caused Mr. Lyle’s pipes to burst after he yelled at my Aunt….
tear stained paper
OMG! When mom took my cell phone away I told her I never wanted to talk to her again! Did I give her cancer? I couldn’t have done that. I was just mad for like a day. I…
September 2013 (later)
I can’t accept that truth. I don’t know if I could live with myself. Being angry at god for taking away mom? Yeah. Being the one responsible isn’t something I can fathom. I’ve been through a lot today. I tried to make friends with someone who said they want to see me bleed. I apologized to my large furry blue teacher for freaking out at seeing him. I had two conversations in my head.
Thank god Lydia’s here. She told me that maybe this power was my mom’s last gift to me. Not sure I’d see it that way, but it does make me feel a little better. Everyone (well almost everyone, that Scott guy seemed pretty happy) shared a horrible story about their first manifestation of power. I feel drained.
Tomorrow I’m going to bike to one of the parks near here. I need to be alone for a while and try to process this.