Snippet #1705543

Lucas' mind was still clear due to the Professor's ability, but it didn't take a psychic to feel the tension in the room...he sat between his parents, while The Professor and another woman, whom he was told was named Jean Grey and was another psychic like him...sort of, on the other couch across from them. Hid father was...shall we say...resistant to the idea of Lucas going to some special school, and by the way he was glaring at the two older mutants was making that obvious enough, as was his words...

"He's not going. I'm not having my son going to some school for freaks. 'Mutants' or whatever you call them, are just that: Mutants, and they should learn to fit in themselves, not wasting time and money, how did you put it?, 'strengthing their powers'? If anything, they should be learning to be normal, not making themselves less human.", his own father hated anything 'not normal', and while he didn't directly hate his son, he hated the idea that Lucas wouldn't ever fit into normal society.
"Jake please...this might be his only chance of being normal, if he can learn to control his gifts...", his mother, Monica, was starting to lose patience with her husband, she knew what his words were doing to her son, and she knew about all of Jake's previous attempts to make Lucas more 'normal', like deliberatly exposing him to crowds and other loud situations, in the hope that he could learn to ignore the pain on his own...needless to say, all of those attempts failed dismally, and only served to make the boy even more withdrawn, especially to his own family, "You really want this, don't you honey? To go with these people?", she addressed her son, who was staring at the floor, his eyes darker than usual, his headphones around his neck, for once. She knew why he wore them, she wouldn't be much of a mother if she didn't realise how much pain her son was every day.
Lucas nodded, not trusting himself with words. He wanted this more than anything, the chance to be able to control his power...to be able to have friends who understood what he was going through...
"Okay...go get your stuff packed, your father can drop it off later if you don't want to take it just now.", she smiled as Lucas looked up in surprise, a large grin spreading over his face as he took in his mother's words, and, realising what it meant, immediatly stood and sprinted up the stairs to his room, where the sounds of drawers being pulled open and bags being dumped on the floor could be heard moments later. Monica Williams smiled softly...it had been so long since she had seen her son smile like that...