"Could I speak to someone about enrolling at your school?"
"Fifteen."
"Yeah, I'll wait."
"Fifteen."
"Yes, I want to come to your school."
"No. I'm good."
"Josiah Andrew Haley-Keith... yes, with a hyphen. But everyone calls me Slash."
"Yeah, like that."
"No. But, um, I don't know about financial stuff. I mean, I don't know how I'll pay for it."
"Albany, New York."
"Really? Completely?"
"To tell you the truth, I don't have a phone..."
"No, actually I don't. Okay, listen, I've been living in an abandoned house for a couple months and getting by the best that I can. If that's going to be a problem, I need to know now."
"No, no arrests or anything. I'm not an addict or anything like that. I'm just a mutant who can't pass as normal. I was at the library and saw your site. I figured that if I could go there, I could at least graduate high school."
"Yeah, I finished last school year. My mutant thing hit in July, I hit the streets in August."
"I, um, don't know when I'll be able to get there. I'm going to go to the bus station right now. I guess if I'm early, I'll hang around till Sunday."
"Really? Um, yeah. Just a second."
"I've got it. The Xavier Institute? What's that?"
"Oh. Okay, I'll go there and I'll see you on Sunday."
Slash hung up the phone and pulled his thin coat tightly around him.
[I hope they got some food. God it's cold.] He thought as he began walking for the bus station.