Snippet #1709791

Lucas sat in the van in silence, although it wasn't really a new thing for him to do. He had brought a smallr backpack with him, containing his notebook, among other things that he didn't want to leave for his father to drop off, things that he felt more cmfortable keeping with him at all times...
He gazed out of the window, looking for anything that might suggest that they were close, although, truth be told, he had no clue what he was supposed to be looking for or even what to expect from this 'Institute'. Knowing that The other two mutants would probably be able to listen in(whether they would or not depended on their morals and ideas of privacy), he started thinking about what it might be like, being with others like him: How many others were there? What else could they do? What would his classes be like? Most importantly: Would he fit in, or at least be accepted here? That was the biggie in his opinion, he wanted to be accepted, to have friends who knew what he was going through, if only so he could tell his mom how well he was getting on...she worried about him so much, even though his dad seemed as though he couldn't care less how his son felt, just so long as he looked as though he was fitting in. Lucas had mixed feelings about this: on the one hand, he was excited at the prospect of learning to control his powers, and of possibly being able to make some friends...but on the other, he had a weird feeling about his future, as he often did, due to his clairvoiance abilities, but without his notebook, he couldn't channel that feeling into anything solid, anything tangible...so he waited, hoping the bad feeling would go away soon, or that they would get to the Intsitute and he could put it down on paper then, since he didn't want to seem rude by pulling out his notebook right there in the van.