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Man, it's early. I am a student. I am not supposed to be up at 6am. Well, not without having stayed up on purpose, anyway. For once, it wasn't John's snoring that woke me up.

I talked to my mom last night. I kinda miss home, but I'd miss being able to be who I am at home if I were there. My parents still don't know I'm a mutant, and I have no idea how to tell them. I'm kinda worried that they'll stop loving me, that they'll think I'm a freak, or that they did something that made me a mutant. Or that it means that Ronnie will be a mutant too. And that I'll be unhappy for the rest of my life. Which is totally not true, because I am really happy here -- I love you and I like all of you (even you sometimes). I just kinda wish that I could tell my parents that, you know? Show them my life, that I'm happy, that I have great friends and a wonderful girlfriend who loves me, that I'm not a freak just because I'm a mutant. That I'm normal.

Okay, I feel like a whiny teenager so I'll shut up. Breakfast is kinda calling to me. Mmm, Lucky Charms. I might even melt some ice cream over them into the milk. And then maybe I'll go study. I've got the role of the female in Paradise Lost to learn for Storm's final. Oh, yeah, she kinda hinted that it would come up, guys. Not in as many words, but she seemed really enthusiastic about it when I talked to her the other day, and she put a note in the margin of my paper about it too.

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[x-pyromaniac.livejournal.com]

At least I don't pierce your eardrums if I have a nightmare and wake up all scared and shit. I'm all impotent without my lighter.

I'm not scared of One-Eye, man. But we'll see what happens.

Well, I don't. Technically. It's complicated. Mom used to have me reciting saint's names and the rosary by the time I was five. I went to confession every week...all the stuff's still there, and besides, I can recognise the appeal of God even if I don't believe in Him.

Different skin colours can't accidentally kill you, or shapeshift, or get inside your mind, Bobby. It's not a question of ethics or difference, it's a question of power. We have it. That makes them scared. Plus unless the mutation's physical, they might not ever know, which makes them even more scared shitless.

You're on. (And don't ask me if temptee is a word, what am I, a walking dictionary?)

...Yeah, I could do with some coffee. Our kitchen or the main one?

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True, although your snoring gets up there.

Man, saint names and rosaries? My parents were just Santa Claus and Easter Bunny people. Baptisms, weddings and funerals.

Dude, but that's just physical power, like men being stronger than women or something. That doesn't make men better than women. But...I guess you have a point about the invisible mutations. I mean, my parents still don't know. Does me being scared shitless count?

Ours. That coffeemaker I brought from home last break is percolating now.

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[x-pyromaniac.livejournal.com]

Not talking about this anymore.

My Mom. Lucky you never met her. She was big on guilt. And mostly guilt. I grew up a good Catholic boy. Now she'd call me the spawn of the devil, so it's probably a good thing I don't do an E.T. and phone home.

It isn't just physical power, man. Or if it is, the sheer scale takes things into a whole new ballpark. I mean, strong people still get killed by bullets, right? If Piotr goes all heavy metal on us, the bullets just bounce off. We can do things that no human has ever done before; we're history in the making. And you're scared shitless? Of what? You've got nothing to worry about, Bobby boy.

Cool. Guess your folks are good for something.

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Fifteen-love to Mr Drake, then.

Well, it probably doesn't help that you have the whole fiery thing going for you. It's kinda symbolic. Whoa. Way too much Milton. Shoot me now.

But humans have always been able to do things that no human has ever done before, man. Living longer, being healthier, all that kind of thing. We've always been history in the making, there's nothing new about that. And I'm scared shitless of my parents telling me I'm a total fucking freak and to get out of their house -- my house.

Damn, I make good coffee.

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[x-pyromaniac.livejournal.com]

I didn't know we were playing tennis. Isn't that a girl's game? *snickers*

Does that make me Lucifer? Because then you know, cool! But also, bummer. And hey, I'd take you up on the shooting thing but they'd ask me to clean the mess, and just no.

If your parents say that to you, then that just shows you're better than them. And of course, if you want, I could always barbeque their car.

And I'm on my freaking way.

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Try playing tennis it with a flaming tennis ball. Should be right up your alley.

I guess that means I should make another pot, then...