MOVE ME
I
Patricia Harris couldn't help feeling alone despite the sound of laughter filtering into her room from the hallway. She had been living at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters for just over a week, had become familiar with the staff and some other faces; but somehow it still wasn't home.
Had her home even been a home? Had her family even been a family? Would someone's family disown its daughter, its sister, its cousin, its grand-daughter?
Upper-class Texas families don't take too kindly to the idea that their eldest inheritor is a mutant.
Her mutation was unlike most she had seen on the news; nothing she couldn't hide, no visible deformity or unusual features. At least she still looked human, normal, pretty...
She had been blessed with a pale complexion randomly dusted with freckles. An average height and never a problem with weight except during the months of big celebrations where there was always enough food the feed a small county. Her hair fell in long golden waves down her back and her eyes were the colour of the most precious amber. Mama had always said she looked like the sun, glowing alone in the sky.
Alone. No family. No friends.
Yet.