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[i][color=6ecff6]"Heh...save the planet, huh? When the apocalypse comes, Flower Power and Cap'n Native can get married and live in his olive garden..."[/color][/i] The smirk on Casper's lips in reaction to Danny's words soon faded into an almost melancholy expression. His eyes lowered themselves to the floor, his fingers around the unopened soda bottle gripping it tightly as his mind traveled. [i][color=6ecff6]"Wonder what it's like...bein' able to do that shit...get married and crap, find a partner...[/color][/i] Removing the cap, Casper fell silent again, his mood quite obviously turned around from the sarcastic boy he had previously been. [color=6ecff6]"I...need to go...do something..."[/color] Looking up at Miranda, Casper quickly looked away once he met her eyes, unable to look anyone in the eyes while in such a pathetic state. [color=6ecff6][i]"You little dipshit, snap the fuck out of it...you're seriously gonna' let something as stupid as this bother you...? Fuck off..."[/i][/color] Without saying another word, the boy turned around and started down the corridor. He had tried to get it off his mind, but it was hard to completely discard the thought. This wouldn't have been so bad if his powers matured at a later age, like eighteen or older. However, everyone knew that mutant powers and biological age had little to do with each other in sense of maturity. 

[color=6ecff6][i]"The fuck are you mopin' for? You're gonna' live forever! Heh...that's so cool...isn't it...? Everyone else ages and dies but you...don't...you're gonna' be around forever and see everything...you can travel the world and..."[/i][/color] Clenching his teeth, Casper stopped in the middle of the corridor, his fingers around the soda bottle holding onto it tightly. He could feel his body shivering, a sense of anger and frustration making its way up his spine. [color=6ecff6][i]"Stop it! You're not like the unstable fuckers around here! You're not a fucking crybaby like the rest! They've gone through hell, haven't they? Well, you haven't so pull yourself the fuck together!"[/i][/color]

Thinking back to the time when his parents wanted to put him in the mutant academy, he remembered how it was because they wanted him to meet others like him. They wanted Casper to be able to finally make a friend, and finally lower that barrier of his. Around other mutants, they thought he'd feel safe and like he belonged but the truth was that no one felt like they belonged. Sure, they were surrounded by their own kind but that didn't mean anything. Everyone's mutation was vastly different and it came with vastly different issues. No one understood one another even if they were all mutants. [color=6ecff6][i]"This was a bad fucking plan..."[/i][/color]  Taking another step, Casper sighed heavily and had his eyes on the floor. Where was he even headed? He had absolutely no clue. The most frustrating part was that the day had only just started and he was already losing his shit. He needed to survive through the rest of the courses, bending over and throwing in the towel now wasn't going to work at all. [color=6ecff6][i]"I'm just a kid, right...? So why does all this crap fuckin' matter to me? Finding someone, becoming an adult, bein' able to live my life without needing anyone else because I'm too little...fuck...I should worry about this crap in like ten years when I still look like this...not now..."[/i][/color] Taking a swig from his soda, the boy stopped and leaned against the wall, his eyes traveling to the ceiling.

Was he seriously having anxiety? The reason felt petty, but worrying about the future was all he could do at the moment. Living in the now felt difficult because the now appeared to be permanent. It hadn't gone so long since that japanese doctor told him that he couldn't age, and it still needed to sink in. Every kid his age looked forward to getting older and being able to do everything society allowed them to do. Moving out, getting a house, going to bars if that's your thing, finding a partner, creating a life for yourself. Casper felt cheated out of that, though all he could do was to accept it. There was still a ways to go before getting to that point, however. [color=6ecff6][i]"Where's my next freaking class gonna' be?"[/i][/color] Looking from one side to the other, the boy kept going in the direction he had started. His next class was supposed to be social studies, rather amusing considering how much he had actually thought about that. Perhaps this teacher of his was going to clarify some points. After all, this class wasn't about the politics of Africa or the Middle East, it was Mutant Social Studies in America. The class revolved around a mutant's role in society and how they're being treated. Hopefully, the answer to Casper's questions resided within the walls of that class. It was supposed to be located on the first floor, rather close to the entrance. 

"Hey, kid." A masculine voice stole Casper's attention once he bumped into a large male as he turned around the corner on the bottom floor. "Watch where you're going, will you?" 

[color=6ecff6][i]"You watch where you're fuckin' goin'..."[/i][/color] Frowning up at the larger male, Casper's fingers around the soda bottle tightened again, his eyes meeting the much larger young man in a steeled stare. [color=6ecff6]"You bumped into [i]me...[/i]"[/color]

"What? Kids like you shouldn't walk around picking fights, you might get hurt." 

[color=6ecff6]"Yeah...?"[/color] The boy grinned, taking a step back. [color=6ecff6]"Gonna' hit me...? Stop bein' a pussy and swing..."[/color]

"Hit you? Kid, you're nuts." 

[color=6ecff6]"Uh huh..."[/color]

"You've got some issues, don't you?" 

[color=6ecff6]"Yeah...you're one of em'..."[/color]

Staring at each other for a while, the larger male simply shook his head and walked away, not wanting to waste his time with a kid who obviously had a chip on his shoulder. Truth was that Casper was very easily ticked off right now. The whole day had started on a bad note and was only elevated by a killer robot trying to tear him apart. Dropping down on the floor, Casper leaned against the wall next to the classroom he was supposed to attend. This was going to be a long day, wasn't it?