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Knocking on the door of a place like this is the kind of thing that's designed to give you a heart attack. Actually it turns out they've got a door bell but I didn't realise that until after I'd knocked so I felt even more of an idiot by the time the door was opened. I can only assume the kid who let me in was a student and I have to say she made me regret applying for the job. Young, pretty, confident and with a smile to rival a crocodile. I feel fourteen again and jealous of my big sister's friends. "This is why I don't teach high school kids," I thought. Damn.
"Hah, ah'm Rohg, c'monin, yeuw murst bai Ms Jaicobsson, therway'in ferya," she said offering her hand. I felt a furrow form in my forehead as I tried to decipher the code. It had to be English but I only caught my name.
"Hi," I tried. I shook the proffered hand. Even though I know it's normal here I've always found handshaking a bit strange. I didn't actually notice the glove until I felt the material, which just goes to show how flustered I was. This was seriously not good, no way was I getting this job.
I followed the kid down the hallway, nice hallway by the way, until she stopped in front of a dark wood door and knocked quietly. The door was opened by a tallish dark haired guy, who smiled almost as well as the girl did.
"Thank you Rogue. Come in Ms Jacobson." I could have kissed him. I understood every word he said and the relief caused me to grin at him.
"Thanks," I said to the kid still grinning and then I remembered my teeth and tried not to smile too much. When I was talking to the guy at immigration who was searching my luggage, I think he was hoping I would have a bomb, he told me he knew I was British by my teeth. I forgave him his rudeness figuring that he probably didn't know any better, but it did make me paranoid.
He ushered me into the room and started on the introduction. "This is Ororo Munroe, Dr. Hank McCoy and I'm Scott Summers." I did the hi-nice-to-meet- you thing as Scott made his way round the table to sit between the other two. Clearly this man was in charge of the panel, which made me nervous because he also seemed the youngest of them. No-one mentioned the fact that the man on the left was enormous and blue so I didn't say anything either. He caught me looking, but I gave him my nice friendly "good-morning-class" smile and he returned it. Isn't that nice? I got the sinking feeling that it would be exceedingly easy to make this man fall in love with me. He looked like a geek, geeks have a tendency to fall for me. I'm still not sure why.
"Do have a seat, Ms Jacobsson," said the one Summers had called Ororo Munroe.
I turned to smile at her too. "Amanda," I said, "and thanks." I sat, carefully. Christ, were all the women in this place beautiful? I could forgive the kid, it's difficult for 16 year old girls not to look fabulous but this woman had to have ten years on me and she still looked fantastic. Maybe this McCoy character was a plastic surgeon.
Knocking on the door of a place like this is the kind of thing that's designed to give you a heart attack. Actually it turns out they've got a door bell but I didn't realise that until after I'd knocked so I felt even more of an idiot by the time the door was opened. I can only assume the kid who let me in was a student and I have to say she made me regret applying for the job. Young, pretty, confident and with a smile to rival a crocodile. I feel fourteen again and jealous of my big sister's friends. "This is why I don't teach high school kids," I thought. Damn.
"Hah, ah'm Rohg, c'monin, yeuw murst bai Ms Jaicobsson, therway'in ferya," she said offering her hand. I felt a furrow form in my forehead as I tried to decipher the code. It had to be English but I only caught my name.
"Hi," I tried. I shook the proffered hand. Even though I know it's normal here I've always found handshaking a bit strange. I didn't actually notice the glove until I felt the material, which just goes to show how flustered I was. This was seriously not good, no way was I getting this job.
I followed the kid down the hallway, nice hallway by the way, until she stopped in front of a dark wood door and knocked quietly. The door was opened by a tallish dark haired guy, who smiled almost as well as the girl did.
"Thank you Rogue. Come in Ms Jacobson." I could have kissed him. I understood every word he said and the relief caused me to grin at him.
"Thanks," I said to the kid still grinning and then I remembered my teeth and tried not to smile too much. When I was talking to the guy at immigration who was searching my luggage, I think he was hoping I would have a bomb, he told me he knew I was British by my teeth. I forgave him his rudeness figuring that he probably didn't know any better, but it did make me paranoid.
He ushered me into the room and started on the introduction. "This is Ororo Munroe, Dr. Hank McCoy and I'm Scott Summers." I did the hi-nice-to-meet- you thing as Scott made his way round the table to sit between the other two. Clearly this man was in charge of the panel, which made me nervous because he also seemed the youngest of them. No-one mentioned the fact that the man on the left was enormous and blue so I didn't say anything either. He caught me looking, but I gave him my nice friendly "good-morning-class" smile and he returned it. Isn't that nice? I got the sinking feeling that it would be exceedingly easy to make this man fall in love with me. He looked like a geek, geeks have a tendency to fall for me. I'm still not sure why.
"Do have a seat, Ms Jacobsson," said the one Summers had called Ororo Munroe.
I turned to smile at her too. "Amanda," I said, "and thanks." I sat, carefully. Christ, were all the women in this place beautiful? I could forgive the kid, it's difficult for 16 year old girls not to look fabulous but this woman had to have ten years on me and she still looked fantastic. Maybe this McCoy character was a plastic surgeon.