*This chapter starts just a few minutes earlier than the ending of the previous chapter
Its Just another typically day in the life of a Barton. Being turned into a six year old is probably the most "normal" thing thats ever happened to me. After being around James for two years hardly anything surprises me. Now I would expect James to pull something like this, but it was the least thing I could have thought of Torrun. I guess there's more to her than meets the eye. Grrrrr. I can't even hold my bow. I look down at my feet, apparently my clothes shrunk too because I am staring at a tiny pair of combat boots laced on my feet. This plan of theirs better work. We come to a stop in front of the school. I struggle to unbuckle myself as I try to get used to my tiny six year old body. I'm never going to forget she did this to me, I'll have my revenge. I am just like my dad, a master at the art of pranking. I finally free myself from the confining seat belt and manage to open the door and land on the asphalt. I don't even want to look at James and Torrun and see their smug idiotic faces. I trail behind them as they start to walk towards the school. Suddenly a voice echoes in my head.
*Starting this chapter telepathic conversations will be in bold and italic font*
"Welcome, Francis. I invite you to come into my school. There is no need for you to continue to hide your true age, though I do admit it is quite amusing."
I quickly look up and see a dude in a wheelchair rolling towards us. JUST ROLLING TOWARDS US LIKE HE OWNS THE PLACE. I mean maybe he does, but still I don't know what to say. He's got a bald head...I'm distracted from the current situation by looking at the sunlight reflect off the top of his head. Its blinding. I can hardly look at his face.
"Francis, I would appreciate it if you would stop staring at my head as if it were on fire, or something...but to answer your unsaid question, Yes I do own this school. I am Charles Xavier principle of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters."
I look straight at him...How is he doing this? He must be a telepath or something... I nudge Torrun. She seems distracted. Maybe she is having her own conversation with Charles.... I decide to break the silence. "Alright...what are you? How are you in our heads?" I ask. He opens his mouth and begins to speak. "Why Francis, I am a mutant and my gift is telepathy. You came to my school, which is where I train mutants to control their powers, so I would have thought that you would know that much..." I nudge Torrun again. "Could you please turn me back to my actual age? I'm tired of having to tilt my head to look into the face of a guy in a wheelchair." She nods and releases the spell or whatever it is she did to us. I feel myself regaining my normal height and weight. Ah...so much better. "Please follow me, we can continue this conversation once we are in my office." Well we wanted to get into the school so I guess this will have to be sufficient. I follow him towards the building. Charles Xavier....hmmm why is that name familiar? It never donned on my until now but I think my dad mentioned it once or twice. Xavier, mutants? WAIT X-MEN! COULD THIS BE THE HOME OF THE X-Men??!?
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