Question Interest Check: Dead Girl walking

Hello, I am Gracie, and I should be dead... No, that didn't work, backspace again. The girl at the laptop thought to herself as she pressed the backspace and deleted her writing. She had been drafting up introductionary texts like these ever since that day. She sighed and swirled around in her chair. Why did she have to have such anxiety problems? At school she could be as normal as they allowed her to be, but she was a perfectionista, and she wouldn't call that 'Whateley Academy' untill she had the perfect way to introduce herself.

Hello, this is Gracie speaking. I got this number from an acqaintance who said that he had once been a student at Whateley. My powers are that I can't die, I have been hit by a train and survived, and while that is not that unlikely, it is unlikely that I now have my legs, which were torn off due to the way the train hit me. There, that was good, she would call the school, that should be enough to get me a place at that school.

She dialed up the number and was answered by a woman who sounded really tired. Oops, she hadn't taken the time difference into account. "Whateley administration, how can I help you?" She answered, a bit embarrassed. "Hello, this is Gracie speaking. I got this number from an acqaintance, who said that he had once studied at Whateley."

The woman on the other line sighed. "Why are you calling me at this time though? You know what time it is?" Gracie was embarrased all the way to hell. "No, I am calling from somewhere else, I think I should have first looked at the time zone you were in, anyway, I got this number from some guy calling himself Krachtbron, Powersource, pretty lame, but he gave me this number due to the fact that..."

The woman sighed at the name Kracthbron. "He's still alive? I thought he'd died long ago, damn shame that he gave you this number, that means that he wants you to be his enemy. And it's about half past five here, so could you please make it quick? Why would he give you this number?" Gracie looked at the clock, the minutes were right, she'd really need to get a new clock with a pointer for the hours though. "Well, the thing is, I was hit by a train, and my legs were torn off."

Gracie shuddered when she thought of it, it was not the best experience. "Go on" the woman at the other side of the line said, her interest was definitely peaked. "So yeah, my legs were torn off, and my body finally left the front of the train, and I felt a pull, I looked at where my legs were supposed to be and saw a very vague green beam of light coming from the stumps, and no blood, then, when the green beam of light was very strong, tentacles came out of the stumps and begin 'climbing' over the beam, and after a while, another layer, and then a few more, and I found myself being pulled with it, and appearantly towards my legs, since I passed out from the fear but awoke a few minutes later and saw that I was where I was hit by the train and a person was holding me while my friends stood next to him."

Gracie stopped when she realised she had spoken that all without ever breathing in once and took a deep breath. "He gave me this card and it had been signed by 'Krachtbron', so I assumed that was him, then he left. I could still use my legs, so I got tested for mutant powers and then I called you."