Dave and Eleanor "Ellie" Oswald were terrified when their daughter started showing signs of being a Mutant. After all, they were two of many, hearing about an organization called Torchwood. There were numerous stories about what they did, and none of them lined up. Nevertheless, they were all terrible. They couldn't dream of anyone taking their daughter there.
As the years went on, her photographic memory only got better, she could recall what she had for lunch any given day in year four. She could skim through a textbook and then ace a quiz on the the subject two months later.
Her teachers loved her. She won awards and scholarships she didn't need. Her classmates, however, envied her. They despised her, after all she was a teacher's pet and a textbook example of know-it-all, not to mention she'd skipped two years ahead of her age. Despite her best efforts to make friends, Clara knew they all hated her. She couldn't change that.
As the years went on, Ellie got really worried. She had heard countless reports of Mutants being taken, all similar to her daughter. She did everything in her power to conceal Clara's 'curse', but her daughter's academic reputation certainly didn't help. Clara had to switch schools. Twice. In a year. Then Clara's mum and dad home schooled Clara for most of highschool. It was the only secure place where she wouldn't be able to be found by Torchwood.
Still, they found her. Torchwood always finds them. It was September 19th, 2032 when they got Clara. She was sixteen, and starting year thirteen. She was set to go to Oxford. She wanted to be an English Professor. She had her whole future planned out- and then, in a blink of an eye, it was gone.
They got her right outside the school. Clara's parents had driven her to school for her first day. Dave had waited in the car and Ellie had walked Clara up to the building, when she heard the awful sound of sirens nearing the building. Clara's mum watched it with her own eyes, yet she couldn't stop it. She watched in agony as Clara was knocked unconscious and taken into a black van with the Torchwood logo written on the side.
"No!" Ellie cried, "You can't take her!" She shoved through the crowd of mocking teenagers, saying things that were definitely not child friendly, and worried parents, concerned that their kids would be next.
Ellie made it to the row of cops just as the van drove off. She chased after it with all the energy that she had. A cop stopped her.
"Sorry, Miss, she's Torchwood's now."
Clara's mum looked the cop in the eye with undisguised fury. She had not made Clara switch schools so often, and home schooled her, for her daughter to be taken away from her. Clara was her child, her baby, and she would try to get her back.
"She's my daughter, and I'll save her. I don't care about your bloody Mutant research, mark my words-" There was a loud bang. Her lifeless body fell to the street, a bullet buried in her chest. The crowd fell silent.
"Nothing to see here!" One of the cops said, beginning to put yellow caution tape around the area, as other cops were trying to cover up Ellie's body. "Now shoo! Out! All of you!" The crowd scrambled away in fear.