A/N: This is my very first fanfic. After reading a lot of Lucky Me by Rui (MIA since last year but is back now, I think) and reading Violet Skies by Dryad Mage, I started coming up with my own ideas about how this kind of mutant would react. This OC is mine and noone else's! Anyways, here goes!

Disclaimer: Paula, her friends, and her family belong to me; nothing else does. The X-Men belong to Marvel. There probably will be some non-canon material because I haven't actually ever read real X-Men comics and my knowledge of what happened is limited to my reading of Wikipedia articles and watching the spin-off shows.

This story is set before humans learn about the existence of mutants. Also Rui's Lucky Me influences my ideas a lot, and I have her permission to use scenes and similarities from her story.


It was a beautiful day at Niagara Elementary, which was perfect, considering it was the last day of school.

It was also Graduation Day tomorrow for me and my Grade 8 class. It's a long story why middle school grades were in an elementary school, but basically the local high school had no room and this one had extra room. This is probably the only school in the whole of the U.S. that makes such a fuss about going out of Grade 8, probably because it's the last grade that the school has. Anyways...

Since the last exams were yesterday, today we were basically going to party around all day and rehearse our Graduation Day speeches and presentations.

"Paula, not again!" cried my best (and only) friend, Samantha (Sam) as I once again swiped her laptop and began Internet searching for the flight mechanics of birds for about the thousandth time that week.

"Lighten up, Sam, this is our last real school day together and you know I'll be moving to my grandma's in New York this summer so I can go to Salem High." I said as I typed and searched furiously for any new flight info I could find.

Ya see, my parents heard about the great reputation Salem High had for education standards, and since I had been able to pass everything throughout elementary school without much studying at all with A's and B's (except for Phys. Ed. and Music 'cause I suck at those), my parents decided that I needed more challenge for school so that I would be ready for university and life, so they've enrolled me there.

The thing is, they don't want to move, so they are sending me to live with my grandma until high school is finished and I can go to university. They hope that I'll be going to one close to home. I'd rather live by myself, but I'm only 14, so...

"But you're obsessed with this flight thing! Ever since last week, you've been interested! Sheesh! And I won't ever see you again! You'll be on the other side of the state!" she wailed.

"I'll miss you too, but maybe every so often I can take a plane to come visit," I said, giving her laptop back after finding nothing new about flight.

"That'd be awesome! Ok, let's go practice for tomorrow and then feast on any Cheetos we find!"

I grinned. "Oh yeah! We better hurry, or they'll be all gone!"

We both laughed at that and ended up stealing a bag of Cheetos and hiding it first before rehearsing again. At least no-one noticed. And we got our Cheetos. They were the crunchy kind too. Mmmmm...

X-X-X

Well, other than the fact that I was forced to wear a dress and have about fifty million things put in my hair (including mousse; it really makes my hair get dirty a lot faster than usual, and I really hate that stuff), Graduation Day went off without a hitch. Photos were good, too. The second I had a chance to leave, I started pulling out all of my hair pins because they were annoying and painful. I had to have help, and it took forever. Ah well.

The problems started the next day during an after-party of sorts I had with Sam at my house.

"AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!" I screamed, my bones feeling like they were on fire and my muscles all feeling sore and achy. I was doubled over in pain.

"Oh, no, Paula, not this again!" exclaimed Sam worriedly. This has been happening every so often for the past month. I didn't want to worry my parents too much, so I haven't told them yet. It's a good thing that they were out getting more pizza for us, though. These episodes always tend to pass in a few minutes and always either when I'm alone or when I'm near Sam and no-one else. It still hurt a whole lot, though.

I continued moaning for a few more minutes, then said to Sam, "Ok, I think it's over now." Then I limped over to the bathroom like I had to do every time this happened. Sam followed me (not inside!) to make sure I was really ok.

I won't go into details about what happened in there, but it wasn't pretty. It was also a bit weird. Ok, a lot weird. Ok, technically it's said very weird, but anyways...

Man, I musta lost about 50 pounds in there from how light I feel now. TO THE SCALE!

I've been kinda scared of the scale because I'm about 15-25 pounds overweight, last time I checked (a long time ago, like about 2 months), but I felt amazingly light now, so I charged over to the scale (with Sam right behind me asking questions which I barely answered). I pushed it on, waited for it to load, and stepped on.

I took one look at the weight it showed and had to repeat the process to make sure that I did it properly.

"HOL-uh-A CAMOLA!" I screamed (I don't swear, so I use some rather weird and funny-sounding replacements instead) as I looked at the displayed weight again.

From a rather hefty weight of 135 pounds, I now weighed a FREAKING 50 POUNDS!

When Sam saw this, she nearly had a heart attack. "Oh my go-" I gave her a look. "-sh! That is really just not normal here! The pain episodes were one thing, but this is getting to be too much! You should go see a doctor or something! That's just not healthy! You haven't been starving yourself, have you?" she asked with a suspicious look on her face.

"Are you kidding me? I've been scarfing more food in the past month than I ever have in my life, practically! I'm surprised that I haven't GAINED another 20 pounds! Anyways, I feel fine! Better than I ever felt in my life! Maybe this is just some weird metabolism change or something. Somehow, I don't think a doctor would know what happened here anyways. Just don't tell anyone, ok? If I faint or something, I'll always be around people for the next month or so anyways, since my parents are taking me out for a while before sending me off to Salem Center. THEN you can go tell everyone. Until then, I'll be fine. It can't get any worse, right?" I said to her.

She didn't look too sure about that. "I suppose not. But don't say I didn't tell you so if anything happens! I'm your friend, so I won't tell even my parents, but I'll still worry."

"Thanks, Sam. I'm still a little freaked out here, but there's nothing really we can do, so might as well just calm down about it," I said with a sigh.

"Yeah, you've always been the calm one, though this is a bit of a stretch... I mean, you've gone from totally flipping out about losing 75 pounds in 2 months to totally calm in like 2 minutes! You got over it pretty fast!" she exclaimed.

"Well, you can't freak out about everything, I suppose. Let's just have fun, okay?" I told her.

"Fine." Ding-dong! "Ooh, your parents must be back with the pizza! Let's go!" she squealed, taking off towards the front door.

"Now who's getting over it fast?" I called after her, laughing, before following her down the stairs.

We had a great time for the rest of the day, and even the night, since it was a sleepover party at my place. No more problems for a long time. Well, my back started itching, and I had an interesting conversation with Sam, but that's about it.

X-X-X

Well, I had a lot of fun with my parents in the next month going everywhere around the city and beyond, practically. We even crossed the Rainbow Bridge on foot into Canada (we have our passports and it was only 50 cents a person to cross on foot), did some shopping in the nearest city, and walked all the way back across the Bridge again, arms full of new stuff, mostly chocolates. I really hate clothes shopping, since I have already enough clothes to last two weeks without washing them and can't fit anything else into my closet anyways. I don't care about fashion at all. I wear whatever I like. No low-cut shirts for me. I did find an outfit that looked really good on me, and it WAS Canadian, so I bought it.

Anyways, my back hasn't bothered me the whole time, except for a bit of itching, and I had gained a bit of weight, too. I am now about 70 pounds. Still really light, but better than 50 pounds! I also felt a lot stronger than before. A lot of the weight seemed to be in my back, though.

Well, I'll be leaving in about a week for my grandma's so I better pack my bags. Now that I'm back home again, I'm gonna start getting ready.

X-X-X

Aw, man! My back is itching like crazy now and it feels like my skin is splitting (softly and painlessly; it's a weird feeling)! I gotta check it out in the bathroom mirror.

I went and looked.

"AYO!" (I said this not too loudly; nobody heard me, thankfully). The skin on my back had split all the way down the middle and out to the side on the top and the bottom so it looked like an "I" on my back.

It started at around my shoulder blades (the top end) and ended around the small of my back. It hadn't actually split open, just the lines were there and nearly splitting open, from the looks of it. Well, it's not hurting or anything. Maybe it'll go away later or something. Or maybe Sam had a point during that sleepover conversation.

X-X-X

Ok, it's been a day since the first back splitting incident, and I've just come back from church (it was Sunday). My back now seems to be shifting underneath my skin. I can suddenly feel something just being under there. I wonder if this has something to do with my weight gain.

X-X-X

Ok, now something big is happening. It is Monday now and my back skin is definitely splitting now.

The surprising thing is that it doesn't hurt at all. And no blood, either.

The splitting is almost done, I think. Some kind of membrane is breaking. See, the skin first split on the outside, then on the inside. The membrane must have been in between the two splits.

It split.

Now I feel the need to push that inside thing out. Push, push, push...

Hey, something is coming out! I don't dare look yet. I am currently bent over my bed pushing this mass out of my back. The skin splits are becoming folds that are giving way to whatever was coming out. I had my suspicions of what it was, but I would only confirm it when it could finally be seen properly.

I closed my eyes again and concentrated one pushing and pulling this thing out. Oh, wait, there were two things coming out. It looks like Sam was right. My suspicions are rapidly getting more confirmed by the minute.

They're almost out! Come on, me, push and pull!

Slide! Fwupp!

They're out! Finally! That whole thing took about 5 minutes!

Now I just have to look to make sure they were what I thought they were.

I slowly opened my eyes and turned my head to look at my back.

Yup, I was right (ok, Sam had the idea first, but it's my back!).

I had wings.

This is totally awesome!

I have got to go call Sam.


A/N: Yeah, I know, I'm really bad at introductions. I've had ideas for the body of the story for such a long time, but I could never get the intro perfect. Updates might take a while since I have a ton of school work to do (I'm actually supposed to be doing it now, but I've been waiting too long to write this!).

There actually is a school named Salem Middle School High School that is very well known there and pretty good. I actually don't live in the U.S., so I looked up all the info I needed on the Internet.