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Post by X-23 on Feb 24, 2010 22:06:19 GMT
February 24, 2010
So yeah, I'm at the Massachusetts Academy. It seems real professional and the like. I have yet to see the headmistress, but I've heard inklings that she's a real bitch. I also have yet to see James. I heard some people talking about a 'Logan'. But the weird thing is...they were describing James. What is up with that? I miss him so much. I wonder how surprised he'll be to see me all grown up. I'm not the little girl he once new. And my clothes should say that outright. Speaking of clothes...I need some more. I don't have a whole lot to start with. I'll need a job at some point. Not goofy hats though. Those fucking things are ridiculous. Oh! My claws don't hurt nearly as much when they break through the skin. I can barely feel them and there is only a short minuscule wince now. I think it's my healing gene that helps. Thank goodness for that. Without it, I'd be worm dirt at least four years ago. I can't wait to show these shmucks how to be ruthless. A lot of them look like softies. Probably all telepaths or something. Gosh I hate telepaths. They're creepy. Well whatever...I have to unpack and de-plain-jane this dugout. Peace...and war. -Laura
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