I don't own X-men (No matter how many times I wish I did) and be nice this is my first story :-D

It is not a person's fault if they are different. In fact, someone unlike the others is a reward to the pathetic "normal" people. There is a special type of different people called mutants. Mutants are superheroes to some, but monsters and freaks to others. A great war took place, where humans tried to get rid of mutants. It was a near success, but a few mutants were left. Those few left were the ones who taught me, Sarah Simmons, how to use my powers.

Everything started on what seemed like an average day in September. School had just begun and I didn't have many friends. My day started perfectly normal, the alarm beeped me into reality, when I'd much rather be asleep. I was never really a morning person, more of a night owl. Looking at my alarm clock told me if I wanted breakfast I would have to get up soon. I got dressed in a black and blue striped shirt with some old jeans. I then brushed my long, black hair, and did all the other morning stuff in a daze. My sister, Larena, had already left for work, forcing me to make breakfast. Knowing from experience that if I cooked on the stove I would burn myself, so I had a bowl of Cheerios. Then, I heard the school bus pull up to our tiny apartment and rushed outside to get in.

I sat down by myself in the front, like I did everyday, pushed up my black framed glasses, and people watched. My version of people watching was different from the normal "just looking around" one. I'd look around and read the people. See, I can guess about people and most of the time I'm right. I can also kind of tell the future, but I'm not psychic, I'm intuitive. Psychic people have visions and are always right, intuitive people just guess and are wrong sometimes. I looked to a blonde bimbo who was in my class flirting with some guy. I could tell she was very manipulative just by the way she was getting the guy to do her homework. The bus slowly screeched to a stop and in front of it was the brick learning prison I was forced to go to.

I walked down the hall to get the books I needed out of my locker. I then proceeded to my first period class: history. History has always been my worst class. I walked in, avoiding everyone's eyes, and took my seat. The teacher, Mrs. Fisher, walked in, her floral dress swishing as she walked. Then she spoke with a slight Spanish accent, "Hello, class, today we'll be starting a group project. I will be picking your groups, but you get to decide what topic you do off of a list I'll be passing out," She picked up a pile of papers on her desk then began to pass them out, "On the back is what I will be grading you on. There will be five groups of four, and there are seven topics, so you should not have the same topic as any other group. This assignment is due right before Christmas break. You will give an oral presentation and hand in all your citations,"

I looked at the paper and it read:

Topics for history project

Renaissance

Industrial Revolution

The Civil War

World War I

World War II

The Cold War

The Mutant War

After she finished passing out the papers, Mrs. Fisher announced "The list of groups is on the board. Please come up and look in an orderly fashion,"

Everyone rushed out of their seats to see who they had in their group, while I slowly made my way to the list. It said I was in group five with Juliet Rain, Ben Richardson, and Spike Thompson. I walked over to the pushed-together desks that had a little piece of paper taped to it, saying "Group 5". Sitting there already was the blonde bimbo from the bus, a very scared looking boy, and an African cutie. I sat down in the only seat left. The African cutie smiled at me and I immediately looked down and my face turned brighter than an apple. Then he started talking in a very confident voice, "I think we should do the mutant war. I even know a place where a battle was," We all agreed and told the teacher. Thankfully, we were the first to pick it, because we didn't have a backup plan.

We tried to get to know each other for the rest of the period. The cutie was Spike, the scaredy cat was Ben, and the bimbo was Juliet. Spike was so funny and thought I had a nice smile. Juliet was an orphan and went to so many different schools. Ben didn't talk much. We decided to meet Spike at this place where one of the battles took place the next day, Saturday, which was Juliet's birthday.

The rest of the day was a blur, I was to busy thinking about what I was going to wear the next day. Usually I don't care about that sort of thing, but Spike made me care for some reason.

I got on the bus and Juliet motioned to sit next to her. She was all the way in the back with all the popular kids. I walked down the aisle and all of my pimples, dark circles, and every other imperfection felt like a giant sign saying "FREAK OVER HERE". I sat next to her and she and all of her friends were talking fifty miles-per-hour. It was so fun to be with all the cool kids, but I felt out of place. When my stop came, I smiled and waved good-bye and walked up the stairs to my apartment.

Larena was sitting at the table, drinking a cup of coffee, and eating chocolate chip cookies off of a plate. I sat down, putting my bookbag on the floor, and taking a cookie from the plate. Then, I decided to ask her if I could go to the battle grounds, "We're doing a history project and my group wants to meet at this battlefield tomorrow. I won't be out late and it's for school, so can I go?"

She looked at me and a warm smile lit up her face, "Of course you can go, Sarah. I'm glad you're finally making friends. Now, tell me about them. Are they popular?"

I then went in a full conversation about how Juliet invited me to sit with her, how Spike was so cool and confident, and how Ben was kind of creepy. When I finally stopped talking, it was 8 p.m. I still had to get a shower and pick out my clothes. I hurriedly ate a Hot Pocket and hopped in the shower.

I couldn't sleep well, I had too many thoughts. When I woke up, I pulled on my yellow blouse, paint splattered jacket, black skinny jeans, and my black Chucks. I left a note for Larena, saying I'd be back by 9 p.m.

I tried to follow the instructions Spike gave me, but it was hard. When I finally got there, I saw Ben and Juliet, but not Spike. I walked over to them and asked, "Where's Spike?"

Juliet told me in a very angry voice, "He hasn't showed up yet. I think we should go explore by our selves."

Ben and I looked at each other and while he said, "I-I don't think that's a good idea," in his scared, shaky voice, I said, "That's stupid." Apparently, it didn't matter what we thought, because she stormed off by herself.

I wasn't really going to chase after her, however I knew something was going to happen. Before I could get to her, she fell down a hole. Half of me was thinking how remarkably dumb she was, while the other half was thinking of ways to save her. I knew the only way to save her was to jump into the hole, too.

I closed my eyes and jumped into the dark, wide abyss.

Waning: Lot's of cliffhangers! Please review ^^ Thanx 4 reading BYE!