<span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">The small ripples caressed her back as she floated soundlessly in the pool. Though she preferred the ocean, the pool would do for now. Professor X had been kind to build it for her use when she arrived a year and a half ago. Swimming always calmed her nerves, kept her mind clear. Like the water she felt weightless. It was soothing. Not to mention it kept her temper in check. Not that Tyne was violent. But every now and then a person happened to slip in the hallway or suddenly get sprayed while brushing their teeth. It was how she showed affection. Storm, her mentor wasn't buying the young woman's excuses.<br/>
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"Control yourself," she'd say.<br/>
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Tyne would give her the usual eye roll and run off to swim. Skipping classes and what not. It wasn't her fault she didn't like anyone. She hadn't chosen to be here. She was a high profile case. Being from a family in the public eye got too much exposure. Being a mutant of a family who got too much exposure was paparazzi gold. Conclusion: being shipped off to boarding schools away from prying eyes and scandals. It was stagnant. Tyne couldn't believe her parents shut her away for being different. It shouldn't have surprised her since they were on board for the mutant registration. She didn't belong. The girls at that school were no better. She felt alone. A sense of despair engulfed her.<br/>
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That is until he came into her life.<br/>
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She hissed softly as her body sank deeper into the water. Too soon. Tyne flipped over effortlessly and began to do a few laps around the perimeter. His smile. That charm. He was perfect....It had been an accident....and now she was here. <br/>
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"Tyne."<br/>
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<i>Fuck.</i><br/>
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Her head popped up out the water. Storm was standing by the edge of the pool arms crossed, lips thin.<br/>
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"You have somewhere to be. Get to the Danger room."<br/>
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She sighed running her hand through her curly locs. "Yeah...teamwork...not my thing."<br/>
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Storm's eyes flashed a warning making Tyne slightly shift in the water. "W-Well first time for everything." She didn't bother to use the ladders. The water lifted her body out the pool and next to Storm. "Guess I'd better go," she mumbled," Storm nodded in agreement. "Yes. Get going."<br/>
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So here she was walking down the corridor hair still dripping from her swim. She stuck her hands deep in her pockets as her boots clicked. There was already a group standing by the door making her brow quirked. Stopping a few feet away, she gave a small murmur of welcome before casting her eyes away. It was an unusual bunch no doubt about it.<br/>
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