Hey, I wish I owned X-Man: Evolution or Marvel, but sadly I don't. Please read.

My name is Maggie O'Neil, and this is the story of my weird life.
When I was born I gave my parents a surprise because on my head there was white hair, and my eyes were violet. My mother and father, Anne and Tommy O'Neil, told me that they couldn't be any happier that I was unique and beautiful, but I think that they were trying to be nice. I was born on March 22, 1995. After they brought me home, my dad told me that my hair turned into his fiery red, and my mother's cool blue eyes. We were a poor family, but we were happy. When I was two, my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. She died when I was three. My dad took an extra job to his other two so that we could afford food and a roof over my head. One day, four years later, me and dad left our small house in Marysville Washington, to Seattle to open a bank account for me. He was shot trying to protect me. After the funeral, I left rainy Washington, and went to noisy New York, to live with my uncle, John O'Neil. I lived with the beer-loving Irish for two years, living with an abusive guardian. On my ninth birthday he came home drunk. He started hitting me and he almost raped me. My eyes turned white with fear. When he saw that he was angry. He took out a knife and tried to carve them out. Before he could do that, I imagined him being thrown through a window, and before I knew it, I felt a stinging feeling above my left eye, and he was thrown off of me by some magical force. I heard a crash of glass and saw a pile of it. I ran for my life. I ran out of the stinky apartment, and into the streets. I spent my first week walking around New York. Looking for somewhere too live, someone too take care of me. I was walking around a bar one night, looking for food. I heard a thud, and saw a boy about my age being thrown from the bar. His hair was the color of brown chocolate, and he fought like an animal. And then I saw him shift into a dog. One of the men that were beating him had a knife and was about to stab him.
"Stop!" I yelled. I reached my hand out and the knife went into my hand.
"Hey Look! Another Mutie!" the man that had the knife yelled.
"And a purrty one." Another man said. The shape shifter looked at me and ran towards me, took my hand, and he turned into a griffin! A griffin!
"I must be losing it." I mumbled as we flew through the city. We landed into the park that I now sleep at. He shifted back and said,

"Hi, my name is Ryan. Ryan Lawton." He reached his right hand out to shake my hand.
"Um, excuse me for being rude, but, what the hell!' I screamed at the top of my lungs.
"Are you out of your mind? We were just in a fight and you say your name?"
"Well I'm sorry, but from where I come from, my momma taught me some manners, unlike someone I'm talking to now." He said in a southern accent.

"Well sorry, but I'm kinda freaked out right now." I said calmly. My head felt tingly, and Ryan's mouth fell open and he stared at me.
"Well, okay then. What's with your hair and eyes?" he asked.
"What?" I looked at my hair and saw that it was white.
"I- I don't know why it happens. It just does." I replied.
"So… you come here often." He said, probably trying to lighten the mood.
"I live here." I said with a sad smile.
"Why?" he asked.
"My guardian tried to kill me."
"My parents dropped me off here when my mutation showed." He said.
"What do mean?" I asked, confused. Ryan stepped into the light and I saw two bright golden eyes. I imagined me with his eyes, and I felt the tingling feel in my eyes that made me smile.
"I think they look nice." I said. I already knew that my eyes were the same as his. He smiled.
"I think this is going to be a beautiful friendship." He said.
"Wait, what's your name?" he asked with a charming smile.
"Maggie. Maggie O'Neil." We spent the next six years together, looking for food, fighting for our lives and what not. I found out that Ryan could shift into any animal that he could think of. Three years after we met, my powers progressed, and if I could concentrate, I can fly, pick things up with my mind, and I could hear and talk to people with my mind. Sometimes I could see things before it happens. Ryan sometimes calls me 'Seer' because of that. And sometimes 'Mooney' because of the scar that my last guardian gave me. It looked like a crescent moon. I soon could change my hair and eye color. On my fifteen birthday, I had a vision.

"Are you sure about this Mooney?" Ryan asked as we stood in front of the gates to a mansion.
"Yup. I saw us here." I said. We both went up too the magic-box-thingy (I don't know what it's called) and pushed on the button.
"Hi! Welcome to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, how may I help you?" said a preppy voice.
"We were wondering if we could stay here. We have no where else to go." Ryan said.
"Sure! Come right in!" the voice replied. The gates opened and we walked in.

"Ryan! I know where we can stay!" I screamed.
"Where?"
"Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters." I said with a smile on my face.

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