Erik Lehnsherr always raised Estelle to be proud of who she was. To believe that she was the brightest star in the sky. When he gets taken away for assassinating the president, Elle is left to make up her own mind about right and wrong. With her gro...
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There it is, shining above our heads like a dialed down star. It turns out that Scott got his learner's permit a few months before he got enrolled, so while his driving us around town still isn't exactly legal, it definitely isn't the worst thing I've been a part of. Besides, he's a...decent driver. That's probably putting things a little too kindly. He swerves around every corner like we're in a race car, and doesn't quite seem to know how the brakes work on this thing. Still, he got us all here alive so that's a good enough job in my book. Even if Jean does look like she's gonna puke all over the upholstery.
Scott smiles to me. "Dang, your dad has some nice wheels."
"Yeah, um, Charles is kinda loaded." I say, looking up at the mall.
Jean unbuckles her seat belt and leans forward.
"Elle, are you still sure about this?"
I meet her eyes, "of course I am."
"It's just that," she sighs. "There's a lot of people in there."
"There's a lot of people at the school," Scott buds in.
"Scotts right," I nod. "I can handle this, Jean. I don't need you babysitting me."
She frowns. "I'm not, alright? It's just...Estelle, you know this is a bad idea."
"Someone once told me that the bad ideas are the only ones worth acting on."
Suddenly Jubilee scoffs so loudly that I'm sadly reminded of her presence. "Bullshit, you totally just made that up."
"Did not."
"You so did."
I shake my head. "What? Why would I-"
"It doesn't matter," Scott quickly interjects. "We just have to remember the most important thing."
"What's that?" Kurt asks in awe.
Scott smirks. "Don't get caught."
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We walk into the mall and...nothing. I look around like a crazy person, I mean this isnt what's supposed to be happening. I'm supposed to be freaking out, things are supposed to be flying, the grounds supposed to be shaking. Thats what happened last time I came into a place like this. If anything, it should be worse now. Everythings been getting worse. Everything but this.
Suddenly, I feel fingers wrap around my own and I look up to see Scott standing over me.
"You alright?"
"I'm..." It takes a moment to set in. "I'm fine."
But really, that's a lie too. No, I can't be fine. I can't be because in an odd way, I feel normal. Like a normal person, someone who cant...I cant read his mind.
Panic strikes me like lightning as I focus on his brain, trying to hear Scotts thoughts. Nothing.
I move on to Kurt, then Jubilee, then even to Jean. It's like I'm not even here, like my brain is somehow somewhere else and they are all very far away. I know this should be a good thing. I mean, maybe this is what it looks like to be getting better. In a way though, this scares me more than being out of control, because as of right now...I have no control at all.
