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[xp_whitequeen]

Are we having a little hard-done-by contest, here, children? Let's see... my parents sent me to an asylum because they thought I was insane. Do I get any points for that? I escaped, thank God, though I had to live homeless in New York City for a little while. But do you know what I did next?

I made the best of a bad situation. And I was lucky, because I have a gift, and all I needed to do was learn how to use it, and decide what I wanted to be. And here I am; a mutant success story.

You all have gifts. Now you just have to decide what you want to be. So that's my question to you this morning, children. Think of it like career counselling. I don't care where you've come from or how hard a journey it's been. I want to know from you what you want to be, either with your powers or without them. If you don't want to tell the whole school, e-mail me privately, but I would like to hear from all of you. It's time you learned that coming to terms with being a mutant isn't the end of the journey. You are miracles, every one of you, and still you can be so much more.

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[x-rogue.livejournal.com]

I don't think people got quite what I was talking about when I said it was okay to say what the changes were like... but I think it's important that people get it out of their system. Otherwise, it's like carrying around a corpse. It's easier to drop it and move on when you let other people know how it is for you. I think you have to say, yeah, it was like dying, or it was like losing a limb, or being in a car wreck. You have to give it a name so you can let it go.

I know where I want to be and I know the gift that's still left behind in my Pandora's box. I won't say I'm happy with the exchange, but I'm sure as hell not going to let it gather dust.

[x-marrow.livejournal.com]

A miracle monster. Paradox much?

From the airplane

[x-rahne.livejournal.com]

I thought I should answer the question. I didn't mean to whinge. Probably I shouldn't have said anything.

I can't answer yours because I know what happened when I found out I was a wolf, but I'm only fifteen and I don't know what I want to be as a grownup. Except good, but that's obvious. If I'm supposed to know already, I'll try to catch up and find out.

That's an easy decision

[x-jetstream.livejournal.com]

I'm already doing what I want to be doing.

I'mm a vigilante. That may sound odd, but there it is. I'm fighting to keep my people alive, to strive towards getting my countrymen to treat them like living beings, not just Satan's tools or miserable beasts.

And don't talk to me about hard-done-by. Emma, you already know the story, as you were on the week-long surgery team who put me back together.

Maybe I'll tell the children the story as well.

Haroun