Hello!
My name is Honey Jackson.
When I was eight years old, my thirteen-year-old brother Theo accidentally showed that he was a mutant with powers. It had started with freckles all over him, and then his eyes got even bigger than normal and if he opened his eyes all the way, things happened.
My parents kicked him out, very effectively showing that they didn't like mutants. I'll never forget what he said when he looked over his shoulder at us, because his big green eyes were fully open during his statement: "Oh, I'll leave, all right; but I'll be back someday, and then you'll pay!"
An eye-shaped mark was forever burned into the door of our house after that. No amount of paint would cover it.
As if that wasn't bad enough, green plus signs appeared on the palms of my hands when I turned fifteen, and they turned hypersensitive. Oh, they weren't overly sensitive to pain; far from it, actually. They couldn't be cut, and if I was hurt elsewhere other than my hands, I'd heal again faster than normal.
The reason I say they were hypersensitive was because every air current that brushed against my new plus signs told me something. And if I touched the doorknob leading out of the bathroom, I could tell who had forgotten to wash their hands. And if I set my hand on a wet spot on the counter, I would know what had been spilled there without even looking.
Bottom line: I couldn't turn my powers off. My solution was to cut the fingers off of a pair of gloves and wear them all the time, since I only got a signal from any one object on first contact. Then they'd shut up and I wouldn't get any more signals from them until I had to take them off and put them back on again.
Mom decided that I was just going through a fashion phase, and that I'd outgrow it. Dad doesn't see much of me. We kind of live out in the middle of nowhere, and his job is a little ways away.
…Actually, both of my parents work. I get the run of the house, and I spend my time cooking. I'm an excellent cook, and my favorite thing to do is bake desserts. Dad says it's why I was named Honey.
The reason I don't go to school like a typical teenager is because my parents are positive that the mutant thing is contagious, and that the reason Theo became one was because he went to a public school. Mom leaves me with homework in the morning, I do it, and she grades it when she comes home.
As a result, I'm quite well-educated in several subjects…and poorly-educated in socializing. I don't think I'll ever be able to hold a coherent conversation with someone my age, and certainly not a boy!
If I do end up trying to socialize…and if boys that I meet actually think I'm pretty…I think I'm going to end up cursing my parents for naming me "Honey." That's going to become the biggest flirt I ever hear, and I can't ignore it, because that's my name!
I'm actually not sure a boy would think I'm pretty. I've got green eyes like Theo did, though of a normal size, but that's where the resemblance ends. Where his hair was chestnut brown and kept short, mine was waist-length and…how I got my name: a deep honey-gold. And I was just…kind of plain, really, along with being about five-foot-six and always feeling short.
Little did I know that once I turned sixteen, my whole life would end up changing for the crazy.
A/N: I don't think I'm going to be following any specific X-Men theme. The mutants will be the same, along with some of the most basic of organizations, but that's about it.