Shawn let out a small, nearly inaudible huff. How bogus would that be, to be a person knowing fully that all of the choices you will ever make were predetermined by some greater force. Shawn didn't like that. He was in control of himself, and nobody had any power over his sound mind. 

The doctor went on, talking about notable philosophers who had been known to dabble in such beliefs. Some of the students began to murmur about the know-it-all Heidi, who they were all sure was the only person that Doctor McCoy would call on for information about a new topic. One of the louder kids talking against Heidi was one of the younger students who was just taking the class because he was told to.

This was Johnny Alderdyce. A Hotheaded Pyrokenetic who spent more time messing around with that lighter of his than actually doing any school work. The thirteen year old mutant sat right behind Shawn, refusing to stop talking to one of the kids next to him about the braniac. In his hands was his lighter, the flame fluttering around on the top of the metal shell. 

Shawn let out another huff of air, this time a little louder. He went to stretch his hands as far back as he could reach. Using what he knew from science, he effectively stole the fire from John, the little wisp of a flame stretching out before being sucked into Shawn's finger tips. 

John grunted and closed the lighter, sitting up straight in his seat. He had something new to complain about. How nice was it that this older student was picking on someone who had only been there a few months? John bet he could get some people on his side with that argument, or at least against Shawn. 

[hr]

Peter was surprised to see the note placed on his desk. He wasn't quite sure how to react initially, but soon understood what was going on after a bit of thinking. Obviously the teacher did not want them to talk and interrupt the class, so speaking through notes seemed to be a good, if not sneaky, way to bypass that. 

With his own pencil, Peter wrote on the other side of the little paper, careful with his English letters as he made his well thought out and elaborate reply. Peter's penmanship wasn't the best, even in Russian, but he was still going to try and make contact with the girl using his chicken scratch writing.

[i]Yes.[/i]

Peter was not a very sneaky person, but he believed that he was not caught by Miss Moonstar when he put the piece of paper back on the desk of the girl next to him. He gave her a look in return, nodding slightly before going back to his notes. He still needed to work on controlling his strength in his steel form. He needed to be at the level where he can do everyday things as a large steel man without the worry of accidentally crushing something in his hands.

Miss Moonstar might have seen the passing of the note from Peter to Bonny, but said nothing to the two. Two foreign exchange students who knew next to nothing about american history. She was originally planning on starting a new project for the students to work on over the weekend, but felt like it would be better to unravel now and give them a longer amount of time to do said project. 

"Okay everyone," She broke from the lesson and turned to the class. "We're going to be putting you all into small groups for our upcoming project. Make groups of three, and we'll be discussing the project."

As the students moved around, forming their friend groups and getting together, Danielle gave the groups papers about the project.

"A simple project, you will be choosing a president of your choice to focus on. As the packet says, you'll need to do research on their early life, their presidency, and their life after presidency. Include what battles and movements they took part in- and No, John Fitzgerald Kennedy will not be available due to people innopropriately using him in past years."

Peter did not find anyone to sit with, having been his second day at the school. He didn't know anyone, but was lucky enough to have another mutant choose to sit next to him. The older teen was nice enough to invite Bonny over with a lazy wave of the hand. 

She looked tired. Her eyes had seen much more than any teenager should, and her face surely showed that. She smiled at Peter, sitting backwards in the chair to look at the russian boy in front of her.

"Sally." She introduced herself to both Peter and Bonny. "You can call my Skids if you want." Her voice even projected a maturity that shouldn't be hear coming from a sixteen year old girl. "We've got the Colossus of Rhodes looking like a little kid right now, and I've got no idea what your powers are. No matter what they are, both of you are knew, so I'm gonna help you out with this project."

[hr]

"Migraine?" Caldwell looked back at Chrys. The good doctor stood up and reached into a small cabinet, pulling out a little container of pills. "Tylenol. It should work long enough for you to get your bearings." He set the container down on a nightstand, smiling at the patient. He wasn't sure if Chrys could swallow pills or not, but either way getting him some water to drink would not be a bad idea at all. "I'll be right back. Don't be afraid to try switching the locations of the pills back and fourth to start small."

He was gone for only a brief moment, back with a small plastic cup of water. That too was set down on the nightstand, and Caldwell stood ready for any other requests. "If you need anything, Chrys, feel free to call me. I won't be far."