~I must be losing my mind. Because if I didn't know any better, I'd
actually say I miss the kids at the Massachusetts Academy. The air is thinner
up here in the mountains. Perhaps I'm suffering from a lack of oxygen.
That must be it. Why else would I be thinking I made a mistake in letting
my father transfer me here? Sure I used to complain all the time about
being a little "out of my element" among the other students at the academy.
I guess the saying is true: be careful what you wish for. I mean, this
is what I wanted, wasn't it? Now even though I am not among people who
are close to my caliber now, it would be hard for me to ever find a peer
at my level. These "students" are human, but they are well-off, well mannered,
like myself. And yet, they are no-where near my mental capacity, and will
never have my powers, they are "rich" like me. My team-mates, or should
I say friends, in Generation X were mutants such as myself, but they were
uncouth. They were poor, and their powers would never come close to what
mine will be. So how can I miss them? How can I not enjoy being with people
of my social standing? If I analyse the situation though, I can see that
I will never truely
fit in either social standing. I am rich. I am high society and high
class. Therefore I should belong annd be at home with the daughters of
the other well-to-do socialites. I am also a mutant, which implies that
I should make my home among others of my kind. And that I should lower
my ambitions to become a so-called "X-person". If I try to make friends
with the socialite sons and daughters, If I try to make friends with my
fellow mutants, then I must lower my goals and values. Why can't I find
a place where I can fit in. It seems where-ever I go, I have to put on
my stuck up rich girl front. If I would ever be my real self, I would have
to compromise my values and what I want for myself. Yet, in Generation
X, it almost felt like, maybe I could find a place to belong somewhere.
Jubilee was rich once. She also lost all she had, and was forced to start
again. I guess the reason why I was worst to her was because she was what
I essentially wanted to become, but never could. After being kidnapped
and sealed in the Penance form, I lost all I had for a time. When I was
released by my sisters, I was forced to start again. And I chose to be
this, because I believed I could never fit in anywhere. It almost felt
like, they were my friends, and yet, they never could be. Imagine, Ms.
Perfect being alone and at a loss for words. Ms. Perfect not knowing where
she can go to belong. Imagine Ms. Perfect just being a poor little rich
girl. ....Someone's working the lock!~
"Hi Roomie, Whatcha doin'?"
"Oh, Hello Charlene, I was just, um, unpacking some clothes I just had laundered...."
-------story continues in Gen. X #60----------