John groans, rubbing his eyes as he wakes up. He opens his eyes, seeing the light shine through the open window. Oh, that’s right, they aren’t at home anymore. A few weeks ago they were put in this- this home. ‘Xavier’s School For Gifted Youngsters’ or whatever. All he knows is that their parents didn’t want them anymore.

Them, being John and you, his twin brother. Born on the same day, same time, and also both managed to be mutants. John isn’t dumb, this is a place for mutant kids when they either don’t have a home anymore or cause too much trouble. John was the second of the two, you were just dragged along with him.

John was particularly… destructive, as a kid. And he still is now, but he tells everyone otherwise. John can make explosives and explosions out of nothing. Pretty dangerous, that’s why he ended up here.

John sits up on the bed, rubbing his messy hair. He saw that you were still asleep in your bed. He should probably wake you up soon, he doesn’t feel like another lecture from Logan, or Jean, or Scott, or anyone else for that matter.