Post by Stacy Green on Oct 2, 2006 17:30:35 GMT -5
Stacy Green walked slowly up the drive way before you reached the gate that lead to the grounds of the Xavier Institute. She pushed them open, they squeeked as she did so. She walked up the rest of the drive way and rang the door bell. You're nineteen now. she thought to herself.
She waited some more and sighed. She hasn't spoken a word since she was ten years old. Unless you count telepathy, but that's not really speaking more like thinking. She looked down at her own appearance: worn black jeans, two tank tops, a black one with another green one on top of that, and to complete it all some worn converse. She started tapping her foot impatiently as she waited for someone to answer the door.
She waited some more and sighed. She hasn't spoken a word since she was ten years old. Unless you count telepathy, but that's not really speaking more like thinking. She looked down at her own appearance: worn black jeans, two tank tops, a black one with another green one on top of that, and to complete it all some worn converse. She started tapping her foot impatiently as she waited for someone to answer the door.