Author's disclaimer: I don't own X-men: Evolution or any of the characters from the X-men world. If I did, I wouldn't be posting my stories on :P
This is the introduction (and introspection) of the character "Dust" from New X-men into the world of X-men: Evolution.
Notes: words in between -dashes- are spoken in Afghani Persian.
words in italics are thoughts.
"Those Xavier kids have it so easy!" said the young Afghani girl as she threw down the newspaper article about the band of teenage mutant superheroes.
"Sooraya! Dinner!" shouted a young girl from below.
"OK! Just a second!" she bellowed back.
I mean, at least they have each other. They have somewhere they belong, people like them to make them feel like they're NOT freaks. I...I can't even tell my parents the truth. They'd disown me for sure. Or worse...send me 'back home'. Actually, given the conditions there, they probably wouldn't. Oh God, what am I to do?
Sooraya got up from her bed, walked downstairs and sat down to dinner with her family.
Everyday is a struggle. It's not easy being a minority here in the US. But after September 11th, it's been even harder being a Muslim and Afghani. And then, just a week ago, I find out I'm a mutant, too. I have enough angst to have my own teenage drama show.
I'm not against who I am. I love my religion and I fully embrace my ethnicity. I'm fortunate that we live in such a diverse area of California, and with so many other Afghani families nearby. There are so many mixed cultures at school that I usually don't have a problem. But still, there are ignorant people out there who hate my faith and my culture. Every now and then I'll get stupid questions like "Are you Osama bin Laden's niece?" or "Do you wear that in the shower?"
And now there's a new problem I have to face, another part of me that people don't see and that I'm afraid to show. I haven't even told my best friend, Asma, that I'm a mutant. I don't know how she'd react to that and I'm afraid of losing her friendship. I suppose it would be a test of how strong our friendship really is, if she'd still accept me and everything, but...I'm too afraid to even try. After all, how would I react if the tables had been turned? I'd like to think I'd be supportive and love her no matter what, but I guess I'll never know.
-Sooraya, you're so quiet. Is something wrong?- her mother asked.
I'm a mutant. Just say it: I'm...a...Mut...ant
-No, mom, I just have...a lot on my mind, that's all.-
UGH! I wish I could just come out and say it end this! But then I'm so afraid of anyone, especially my family, finding out. I'm so afraid of what they'll say or do if they knew.
-Mother, may I be excused?-
-But you hardly ate!-
-I'm sorry. I just don't really have an appetite today.-
-You've been like this all week. If there's something bothering you, please tell me.-
-No, it's nothing, really,- she lied, on the verge of tears. She ran upstairs before her family can see her eyes water and before she could see the worried look on their faces.
Several minutes had passed, during which the young olive-skinned brunette had been writing her thoughts fervently in her journal, when she is interrupted by a knock at the door.
"Who is it?"
"It's me, Samira. Open up!"
"Uh! Siblings! Why couldn't they just stop with me?" She opened the door to see her 9-year old sister looking more serious than usual. "What is it? What's wrong?"
"I don't know, but you better get dressed and come down quick. Someone's here talking to mama and papa...about YOU!"
Startled, she changed into a long loose blouse and a pair of jeans. She struggled as she tried to pin a matching scarf on her head, but her nerves made it harder than usual. "Come on! Why can't I put it on right! Uh, there." She put on a pair of slippers and ran down and her heart jumped when she saw bald man in a wheelchair sitting in the living room with her parents. There was also a young auburn-haired girl with two white "streaks" in front, about Sooraya's age sitting next to the man and across from her parents.
"Hello, Sooraya, I'm Professor Charles Xavier..."
To be continue...?
Maybe, depending on level of response. I just thought this up and wrote this chapter today, so, we'll see if I write more.
