Post by Jubilee on Nov 24, 2011 1:08:48 GMT
It was hard to believe she was doing this. It felt so weird being back at the school like this. Looking down at the letter postmarked to her, Jubilee sighed and looked up at the front entryway to the school. It had just been a couple days since she received the letter. She had just returned home to her apartment from work when she opened the mailbox and saw the letter. She recognized the letterhead immediately: it was from Xavier's. And they were asking for her to return...to have a talk. Possibly a return.
Sighing, she ran a hand through her bangs before she remembered letting Stacey 'experiment' with her hair, saying how important it was to make good first impressions. Jubilee didn't think she didn't have to make a good 'first impression'. These people were like her family...they were there for her when she first found them in the Australian outback.
She remembered her time with them before joining Generation X for a stint before they too dispersed, leaving Jubilee not knowing what to do next except to return to Xavier's. After she was de-powered, she thought that was it for her...until she discovered her talent for writing blogs. That was how she was discovered and she received her job for the newspaper she worked for now. She helped with the X-Mutant Diaries. And then there were the New Warriors. She was recruited and was given the codename of Wondra.
Taking a look at herself in the reflection of one of the windows, she saw what Stacey had done, transforming her hair into two twists and threading a long pink ribbon through each of them. It looked nice...really it did. Jubilee like the look...but it just wasn't...her. What would the others think?
Reaching for the doorknob and pushing the door open, she stepped into the front foyer, shouldering her knapsack and holding the suitcase in her hand. "Well...looks like everyone's busy..."
Murmuring that to herself, she set the suitcase down by the steps and looked around. Looking toward the steps, she smiled wistfully as she remembered Henry tromping down the stairs with her hanging onto his shoulders and piggybacking him to greet the others.
Shaking her head at the memory, she bit her lip then sighed and checked her watch. Maybe she was late.