06-15-2015, 02:45 AM
How unusual. Sierra wasn't particularly the outgoing, let's-be-friends type, but there was something about Mia. Maybe it was because she was easy to talk to, or maybe because there actually seemed to be someone shier than Sierra... Or maybe it was because Sierra was just afraid; afraid to leave someone on their own, or end up alone, with the secret out. High school kids could be nasty to even the non-mutant kids. What would be in store for the?
Shaking her head as though to banish the thought, Sierra hurried back to her room. After putting away the clothes and other items she'd carried down the hall with her, she looked down at her outfit, second guessing it. It was times like that she wished she had a mirror in her room to double check herself in, but if there had been one, it would have been covered, removed or smashed anyway. Sierra didn't particularly like being reminded of how she looked. Of how she would always be different, no matter what, because she was white as a ghost, had obviously purple-gray eyes and was still somehow blonde. She'd caught a lot of flack for her appearance when people thought she was normal, and it'd left a few scars. The nasty words echoed in her head, even years later, when she caught a glimpse of her reflection. It was a wonder she didn't break down in tears doing her make up every single morning, but also what made her take pain-staking effort into making at least her face look a little less.... different.
Shaking her head again, she lost the second thoughts about her outfit and skipped down the stairs to the kitchen. Might as well grab some breakfast while she waited. Midway through her cereal, she realized she hadn't told Mia exactly where she would be. Duh, Sierra thought to herself. It was a big place, even bigger than her parents' house, and one could easily get lost along the first floor alone. With a sigh, she rushed through her cereal and went out into the middle of the foyer, by the stairs. Should she wait there or run up and see if Mia was still in the bathroom? But if she went upstairs, and Mia was already down there, they'd just miss each other. Standing by the front door seemed logical enough, since Mia would have to go that way to leave anyway... Right? ANd so began the argument in Sierra's head.
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