User blog:Ellen Ross/Getting off the bus



Erica Marr stepped off the bus outside Xavier's Institute, startled by how quickly the bus disappeared. She held her acceptance letter so tightly in her hand that she had to monitor her hand temperature closely to make sure the letter would not burst into flames. Was it really possible that she would have the opportunity to pursue her studies at the famous Institute, where her personal hero, Emma Frost, had worked? She had seen the outside of the building in many photos, but as familiar as it was, it was also an overwhelmingly strange feeling to find herself actually standing there. Slowly, she began to walk toward the door.