The long black limo pulled up to the gate of the House of M.
Naricia grimaced as the classy car pulled to a stop.
Why did father always insist of sparing no expense on her? Couldn't he allow her to arive in a taxi just like every other student here? Growling quietly she grabbed her bags and opened the door before the driver could even get out of the front seat.
She started walking down the pathway to the main entrance when she heard the driver call after. "Give my father my thanks for the ride," She said, keeping her eyes turned toward the school building and not turning around. She heard the accelerator gun the engine and roll out of the driveway. Smiling to herself, she took the front steps two at a time, her luggage bag in one hand, her sling bag on her shoulder and her gym back clinking in her other hand.
Making her way inside, she fought the urge to go straight to the gym and work out the stress that had been building since she had first landed in America. She didn't want to be here. She didn't want to be away from her family. And she didn't want to be away from her friends.
At least I'm a few thousand miles closer to Thor, the thought made her smile,
though I doubt I'll have time to take a trip to New York. And Dad's 'spies' would never let me anyway.
She had met the twins Thor and Stella, when their father had been stationed in Japan with the American Airforce. Naricia's father Nick Simmons had been quick to get friendly with the Airforce base and had been lucky enough to land a lucritive technology supply contract with the Airforce. The three 'gifted' kids had become quick friends and something beyond friendship had been devoloping between Naricia and Thor just when the twins' father was called away to Germany.
A sad smile crept to her lips,
It had been great to know people like them. I doubt I'll ever find friends like that again.
Naricia made her way up to her room in the girls' dorms. Finding room 213 unoccupied. If she got a roomate that would be find, if not, then the privacy would be a bit comforting. She set her thing on the bed to the left, double checking to make sure that all of her equipment was still arranged in her gym bag and then locking it with a key that dangled from her necklace.
GRRRRRR! Her stomach growled and she blushed, glad that no one was around to hear that sound coming from her stomach. She quickly made her way to the cafeteria, focusing more on getting a tray of food than on who was in the cafeteria. The sight of the greasy pizza nearly made her wretch, but she found the salad bar and quickly put together a vegetarian dish that was the best she could make with what she had. Grabbing a glass of water and a fork she turned to find a table.
One of the tables was filled with students who were chatting away. There were even a few Japanese students which surprised her. But she wasn't up for such a large group so fast, so she headed to the corner of the cafeteria.
Turning toward the corner she nearly dropped her tray as her eyes grew wide in surpise. Keeping her tray balanced in her expertly trained hand she rushed to the table in the corner and nearly squeeled, "STELLA! How in the world...why are you...what are you...oh, I'm so glad to see you!"