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It had been a very frustrating time for the Xaiver Institute. There had been the initial outing of the school itself. There had been the injuries to her friends, including Brianna's lengthy coma. There had been the threats of Child Services actions to Em and to Misha's boys. Whatever mess was going on with the Summers.
And the dang near constant presence of the media and protestors on their front lawn. Getting so a girl couldn't even go out for a smoke or sneak out for some beers.
Which, all together, meant everything was getting on Rose's last nerve.
So today, she was in the solarium, sitting on the floor, legs crossed, eyes closed.
Deep breath in.
Deep breath out.
Deep breath in.
Deep breath out.
Deep breath in.
Deep breath out.
Lousy muties!
Rose's eyes snapped open. Dad-blasted super-hearing.
She cast a death glare out the window. Still a flippin' circus on their front lawn.
And the dang near constant presence of the media and protestors on their front lawn. Getting so a girl couldn't even go out for a smoke or sneak out for some beers.
Which, all together, meant everything was getting on Rose's last nerve.
So today, she was in the solarium, sitting on the floor, legs crossed, eyes closed.
Deep breath in.
Deep breath out.
Deep breath in.
Deep breath out.
Deep breath in.
Deep breath out.
Lousy muties!
Rose's eyes snapped open. Dad-blasted super-hearing.
She cast a death glare out the window. Still a flippin' circus on their front lawn.