[center][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjcyLmYxYWIzNy5TR1ZwWkdrZ1YybHNiR0Z0Y3csLC4w/tt-moons-thin-demo.italic.png[/img][/center] Heidi no longer needed to take classes. You couldn't really spend a year teaching a mutant who could teach herself the entire curriculum to an A+ standard in one day. That said, she would be bored without the daily structure, so was currently sitting in a History class. History as actually a rather interesting subject for Heidi, because every lesson, every textbook, every different source taught something brand new that you wouldn't find in all your previous sources. She could actually learn new things by attending the class, that she couldn't learn from finding academic textbooks and getting through them all in one night, which had been her method for passing most of her other classes on the second day, choosing to instead devote the time she'd spend 'learning' instead reading or skipping class entirely to work on her...secret project. This History class also had the distinction of actually being for her age group, which was preferable to the embarrassment of sitting with children 18 or older, though this class also had it's downsides. Heidi was seen as a smartass and a teacher's pet, and all manner of things which the other kids labelled her in an attempt to spin their jealousy into something that she was doing and that was her fault. This, coupled with Heidi's hearing impairment, and also her difficulty in having conversations without getting overwhelmed, meant that she didn't have any friends in this class. Of course, she had difficulty making friends in general, but she found that older students would often put energy into becoming Heidi's friend, and being rewarded with Heidi's eventual ability to relax around them and say the first thing she thinks. Heidi was interrupted by a thought entering her head, telling her that she will be called out of the class by Jean Grey, and to start preparing and packing away her books now, which she promptly did without question, running through the likelihood of every conceivable reason she would be called away by a teacher. She knew she wasn't in trouble. It was very likely to be because of how difficult she was to teach, or maybe they had found out about her little 'secret project'. After all, it wasn't exactly on the curriculum to build a combat exoskeleton in your dorm room but Heidi had dreams of joining the X-Men, and she wasn't exactly going to be called upon if she couldn't go toe-to-toe with the Brotherhood in a fight. Wasn't she? Before Heidi knew it, she blinked, and she was standing in the courtyard. Jean had collected her from class, walked with her, and the two had engaged in light conversation before Jean dropped her off and went to collect more students. Heidi, looking back on the memories of what she'd been doing whilst she was on auto-pilot and it's amazing how much easier she found talking when she wasn't thinking about it. Maybe this is how she should talk to people from now on, though she would prefer more control over what she was saying than that. Heidi noticed that there were three other girls there. All older than her. Non of whom she'd ever spoken to properly, though she knew the names, ages and mutant abilities of each. She paid attention to the student roster. She liked knowing who she was in school with, and what they could do.