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14 August 2006 @ 11:48 pm
Challenge #1: Raining in Baltimore by the Counting Crows  
Homesick for a Normal Life

I needed a nap like nobody's business. I wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed to sleep for a week, but I was still wearing my uniform. Considering that it was covered in dust from the building that had collapsed around me, I opted for a quick shower first, in my personal bathroom - a perk of being a teacher at Xavier's, as opposed to a student. Wrapped in my soft old robe, I returned to my room and went to my dresser. After a moment of rummaging in my pajama drawer, my hands stilled as I caught sight of a familiar piece of red fabric.

Slowly removing the over-sized T-shirt, I held it up. It had a picture of skyscrapers and the words, "Chicago: It Blows." And despite the fact that I was home, in the place I knew I belonged, I felt a rush of homesickness as strong as the gusts in the Windy City.

Did it always have to come back to what had been lost or left behind? Life would be so much easier if we could just forget things sometimes.

Illinois, the home I had spent the first thirteen years of my life in, was in me. I'd tried to go back, to go to college like a normal girl genius. It hadn't worked.

So here I was at Xavier's, this time as faculty. I knew it was the right move, that I was meant to be here, but at times like this I couldn't help but mourn for what was, and what could have been.

Thinking of the friends I'd made at the university, I wondered what they were doing now, if they ever wondered about me. Sometimes we e-mailed each other, kept up to date on big things. But it was the little things I was missing, so many little things. I glanced at the cell phone charging on my nightstand. It would be easy to pick up the phone and scroll through, to find a number and hit send. And then what? What would I say? "Hey, I fought a big Godzilla-looking monster today. What did you do?"

Close friendship is sharing the little things that make up your day. And I couldn't do that with them.

So I sat on my bed tracing my fingertip over the image on a T-shirt, and said goodbye to normal relationships with normal people.

This circus is falling down on it's knees
The big top is crumbling down
It's raining in Baltimore fifty miles east
Where you should be, no one's around

I need a phone call
I need a raincoat
I need a big love
I need a phone call

These train conversations are passing me by
And I don't have nothing to say
You get what you pay for
But I just had no intention of living this way

I need a phone call
I need a plane ride
I need a sunburn
I need a raincoat

And I get no answers
And I don't get no change
It's raining in Baltimore, baby
But everything else is the same

There's things I remember and things I forget
I miss you I guess that I should
Three thousand five hundred miles away
But what would you change if you could?

I need a phone call
Maybe I should buy a new car
I can always hear a freight train if I listen real hard
And I wish it was a small world
Because I'm lonely for the big towns
I'd like to hear a little guitar
I think it's time to put the top down

I need a phone call
I need a raincoat.


Muse: Kitty Pryde
Fandom: X-Men
Word Count: 400
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