Hey, kids! Eric Mattias' name may not be on Magneto's radar but as a student enrolled at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, he observes the fabled institution from a unique set of eyes.
While other mutants are off saving the day or training to make X-Man, Eric ostracizes himself from his peers for his insecurity over his uncool power. He spends his time on the computer, reflecting about the world around him, while trying to cope with having "the world's suckiest mutant power."
You want to know what his power is, don't you? Well, in order to get all the details, you'll have to pick up Eric's book "Wolverine: Worst Day Ever" (written by his real world counterpart, Barry Lyga and due in stores everywhere April 22)!
Luckily, we've gotten hold of Eric's journal! We'll post two entries per week sure to shed insight into the life and world of Eric Mattias—look for them on Tuesdays and Thursdays on Marvel.com. The sooner we understand how mutants socially interact, the sooner our societies can peacefully coexist.
Backing Up for a Second
This entry posted on May 2 at 12:13:43 pm by Eric..
OK, first of all, let me back up and explain something: Like I said before, I'm a mutant. Yeah, like the ones you see on TV and read about online. But you'll never see or read about me...except for this blog.
I shouldn't even have this blog. It's way against the rules here, and if Professor X ever found out about it, I would be so totally busted it's not even funny.
In case you don't know what a blog is, I'll tell you. Because I'm helpful like that. A blog is like a diary, only it's on the Internet. (And if you don't know what a blog is, why the heck are you reading this?)
I'll be honest with you: even if you do know what a blog is, I still know why you're reading this. I don't even know how you found it — it's not like I linked it from anywhere. It's not like anyone knows me.
Anyway, just to make things easier on you, I've tagged a bunch of the entries with icons so that you know what's what:
This is when Wolverine does something cool or rad or both.
This is when I get yelled at by Professor X. You'll see this one a lot, I think.
This is when I talk about the X-Men. This is when I talk about me. I'm boring.
And be on the lookout: I posted some pictures here, too, but I also posted some of my drawings of things, for when I didn't have my camera. I draw in a lot of different styles because it keeps me from getting bored. If you don't like it, tough! It's my blog. :P
I bet none of the other kids have a blog or a journal or a diary or whatever…They obey the rules. But I need to be sure that someday, when I'm gone, there will be evidence that I was here at all. And no, I'm not trying to be "melodramatic." (That's the word my mom uses whenever I whine.) This might be the only way anyone will ever know I was here.
See, my mutant power is…
It's hard to describe. Basically, people don't notice me.
I don't mean like I'm shy or anything like that. I mean that people just don't notice me. I could walk into a room totally naked, playing an accordion while juggling chainsaws, and people might get the idea that something's a little off in the room.
If I concentrate really hard and make an effort, I can get people's attention. And as long as I keep talking and stay in their line of sight, they usually don't forget I'm there. But… Man! It's a lot of effort, you know? It's tiring.
Everything was normal until about six months ago. I was just a normal kid, had just turned thirteen. I was looking forward to finishing middle school and going to high school. And then, suddenly, my friends stopped talking to me. Teachers stopped calling on me in class. I started getting detention for skipping school, even though I was right there!
(Turns out that's the age when mutant powers tend to pop up. So you're cruising along just fine, enjoying your life, looking forward to being a teenager and then — whap! Life smacks you upside the head with a superpower. A sucky superpower, to boot.)
The next thing I knew, this guy Charles Xavier
rolled up to the house in his wheelchair. Later, I learned that he was actually Professor X, founder of the X-Men and the most powerful telepath in the world. But on that day, all I learned was that just being around me gave him a massive headache. Turns out he telepathically knew I was there, but his other senses didn't notice me, and the combination was a big pain in the you-know-what.
(If you don't know what, I feel sorry for you!)
So, Professor X talked to my parents like I wasn't even in the room. I was sitting right there on the sofa next to my mom, but, of course, no one noticed me. He told them that I was special, that I was a mutant, and that he had a school in upstate New York where I could learn how to control my power. And best of all, I would be hanging out with a bunch of other mutants, so I wouldn't be alone.
Sounds good, right? Sigh.
Time for dinner. I'll write more soon.
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