The new student casually surveyed the school that was now to be his home. It was small compared to other schools, but he was told it had the newest technology available and there were all kinds of things to entertain him: basketball courts, a vast library, pool well, a lot of things really. The student was slightly surprised that all of that was needed. After all, this school had, what, all of 200 students?
He shook his head as he read the school's name: Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. Lame. Why did he agree to come here again?
A lady came out to meet him, her hair almost as red as his.
"Hello," she said, extending her hand, "