Post by theresanarc on Oct 14, 2008 14:34:01 GMT -5
Sam was sprawled out in the lounge. The big, deep blue couch was his favorite, and the fact that no one else was in the room at the moment didn't bother him too much. It just meant he got the entire couch to himself.
It was one of them rare quiet moments in the lounge. In the entire school, he supposed. Not that it was always a complete unbearable ruckus in the mansion, it just wasn't always too peaceful. When you put a mess of kids with superpowers to live together in one building, there was bound to be some noise. The only thing that he could really hear was the TV, and that was on low, and he wasn't paying that much attention, anyways. He was reading Foundation, a book by Isaac Asimov, for the second time. It was a good book, one of his favorites.
Sam finished his chapter and laid the book, still open, on his stomach. He sighed. He wasn't sure he really liked this peacefulness much. It had been like it too much lately. Things had been quiet ever since that mess at Alcatraz. Ever since those older students and the teachers who'd been at Alcatraz Island fighting Magneto lost their powers, most of 'em had seemed like they were pretty put out. Sam couldn't blame them. If he'd lost his powers, he'd be a pretty bothered about it too. He wished he could do something to help. He felt bad for them - really bad - but feeling bad wasn't enough. Not even close. They didn't want pity. They wanted their powers back.
Sam didn't feel too differently about them - they were still his friends, his classmates - and tried not to treat them differently. The same couldn't be said for the rest of the students who still had their abilities, however. Especially the young'uns. They treated the powerless differently now, which did nothing to help the problem. The way Sam saw it, most of the "cured" probably felt they didn't fit in anymore. They'd never really fit in with the regular humans, and now they didn't fit in with mutants anymore, either. Didn't belong. He didn't know what he'd do if it'd been him.
It was one of them rare quiet moments in the lounge. In the entire school, he supposed. Not that it was always a complete unbearable ruckus in the mansion, it just wasn't always too peaceful. When you put a mess of kids with superpowers to live together in one building, there was bound to be some noise. The only thing that he could really hear was the TV, and that was on low, and he wasn't paying that much attention, anyways. He was reading Foundation, a book by Isaac Asimov, for the second time. It was a good book, one of his favorites.
Sam finished his chapter and laid the book, still open, on his stomach. He sighed. He wasn't sure he really liked this peacefulness much. It had been like it too much lately. Things had been quiet ever since that mess at Alcatraz. Ever since those older students and the teachers who'd been at Alcatraz Island fighting Magneto lost their powers, most of 'em had seemed like they were pretty put out. Sam couldn't blame them. If he'd lost his powers, he'd be a pretty bothered about it too. He wished he could do something to help. He felt bad for them - really bad - but feeling bad wasn't enough. Not even close. They didn't want pity. They wanted their powers back.
Sam didn't feel too differently about them - they were still his friends, his classmates - and tried not to treat them differently. The same couldn't be said for the rest of the students who still had their abilities, however. Especially the young'uns. They treated the powerless differently now, which did nothing to help the problem. The way Sam saw it, most of the "cured" probably felt they didn't fit in anymore. They'd never really fit in with the regular humans, and now they didn't fit in with mutants anymore, either. Didn't belong. He didn't know what he'd do if it'd been him.