#viewsred

     Growing up, within confines of Xavier’s mansion (’School for Gifted Youngsters’) Rachel had made it a point to not ONLY be on time for her classes, but to be the punctual person her parents had groomed her to be. Every single day it was the same routine: wake up by 6 am. Breakfast by 7. In class by 7:35 am (no later than 7:30 for Rach). She sat in the same seat, placed out the same pens and paper and relied on heavy note taking for all her educational necessities. Rachel would be damned if she was going to be stuck in this school for the rest of her life, she had always been determined to be a good citizen, set a clear and clean example, one that would make her parents proud. -- However, that was also heavily the problem. With everything that had taken place, and Logan leaving? Rachel had hit her mark when it came to restless behavior. She had been so very sheltered ALL of her life. Supervised trips to museums and mundane exploration of New York, but never truly having the opportunity to go it on her own. Yes, she was merely 15. Yes, she was still Scott & Jean’s responsibility...but didn’t she warrant enough trust to at least go out for some ice cream by her lonesome? WITHOUT Xavier attempting to prod into her head like some science experiment?       Watching Logan drive off (on her father’s bike) that day, broke her heart. She knew he needed to find the answers he yearned for, but he had been a worldly beacon, a perspective -- a spectrum of light she had never seen before...and, he had become family. She knew he would return, but at least he had been granted freedom to do as he pleased. And as ridiculous as her logic was behind that (being an angst ridden teenager and all), she had always harbored the mind of an adult (for the most part). Even now on the edge of turning 16, she had a mind much a-kin to a 40-something-year-old.

PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!! WHAT IS THIS?? 

[ text: scott ] sooooo, not to be that girl that listens to gossip, but i have to ask you something.

[ text: scott ] do you like jean? i mean, i don’t blame you, she’s really pretty.

WELCOME BACK, VODKA AUNT !

      although it wasn’t something OBVIOUS on the surface, jubilee was well acquainted with loss  &&  grief. she was barely twelve on the tragic day she came home to both her parents’ bodies laying LIFELESS on their living room floor, so the feeling was quite hard to SHAKE despite all these years. scott was new to the institute, she hasn’t known him longer than a month  &&  while he did have an apt for being MILDLY CONDESCENDING, jubilee sympathized with him. she understood. she knew just how hard it was to lose a family member ; she knew it ALL TOO WELL.

      she lets out a breath, looking at his figure with understanding in her brown orbs. it had been nearly a week since the institute EXPLODED  &&  killed his brother, but she knew the sadness about the event couldn’t have gone away just yet ------ it wasn’t that EASY , especially with the fact that there wasn’t even a body recovered from the rubble. jubilee had two bodies to mourn over yet she still developed that HEAVY FEELING in her chest whenever the topic was brought up.   ❛  hey ------ i know it’s kinda been a while, but i didn’t get to say it BEFORE so... i’m really sorry about alex.   ❜