I got into the X-men mood for some reason so I decided to have some fun writing this! Yes, this is an OC story. Will there be romance? Maybe if the cards end up there. I'm just writing this for some stress relief and to help writer's block. I hope you all enjoy, I am open for ideas yall would want to see.

Waking up with a severe headache is the worst. Waking up on pavement...also not great. Yet that is how I found myself, laying on a rather disgusting sidewalk in a sketchy ass alley. I stared above, the feeling of the confusion was suffocating. Slowly I pushed herself up. "Aw fucking shit," I hissed as she sat up. Pain, so much goddamn pain. Every breath that I took there was pain. A burning ache that never calmed. My hands and arms were covered in dirt and dried up blood. Was that mine? Or someone else's? Did I get drunk? I don't remember drinking? Is this what a hangover feels like? Fucking shit. Unsteadily I looked around me. A wave of nausea hit me. The world was spinning, so much spinning. I collapsed on my side and before I could stop it, vomit escaped my mouth.

"Oh god, that can't be good," I whispered, the taste of iron resonating in my mouth. A pool of blood and leftover food settled on the dirty pavement, slowly creeping into the cracks.

"Yeah, definitely not good." A groan escaped my mouth as another wave of nausea hit me. Slowly I started taking deep breaths as tears threaten to spill. I am never drinking again, holy shit I am never drinking the devil's juice anymore Lord.

Several moments later, the nausea slowly vanished as the noise from the street greeted my ears. Well, if there was one good thing that came from this was the fact there were other people. Slowly I bent my legs. A loud snap filled the alley followed by searing pain. "Did I fucking get run over by a truck?" Glancing at my legs, I realized what had caused the noise. My legs, both of my fucking legs, were bent in an unnatural angle. Was that a bone sticking out? The world around once again started spinning and the darkness greeted me once more.

Passing out after seeing your mangled legs and one of your bones sticking out was not great. Not. At. All. Waking up to see that your legs are right as rain other than the fact that your jeans are covered in mud and what is possibly dried up blood...well it could be worse.

Round two of standing up went far more smoothly. Quickly I patted my legs, trying to find any hint of injury that could explain anything that just happened yet everything was fine. So perfectly fine I was starting to believe that whole leg incident was just a vivid hallucination. After all, one could not heal from something like that. My eyes glanced at the ground, scanning through the trash and grime before settling on a brown lump. With dirt stained hands I grabbed the object. After blowing off the dirt, the object revealed itself to be a long brown wallet with pink, white, and purple elephants on the cover. A sense of familiarity washed over me.

Mine. This is mine

I thought. With shaky fingers, I unzipped the wallet only to see many different cards, receipts, yet no cash. The middle zipped pocket was filled heavy, seemingly being the cause of the heaviness of the entire wallet.

Credit cards, ID, a lot of change.

I stared at the driver's license. It was an awful picture of...me? Straight dyed black hair with the roots showing in a tight ponytail with black-rimmed glasses.

Hadley Baker. Born June 22nd of 1999. Red hair and blue eyes.

I twirled a couple of strands of my curly hair, my eyes squinting at it. I guess it could be considered red, or brown, or blonde. Doesn't really matter, I am Samantha now even if I wasn't before.

I must be a dumb bitch for not having any cash.

Slowly I walked out of the alleyway, the sun's light stinging my eyes. I pushed up my glasses, rubbing my eyes harshly.

What an awful idea.

My tears from the sunlight became tears from the filth from my hands. I must look odd to everybody. A dirty woman walking out of an alley with blood on her shirt, arms, and jeans with broken flip-flops. The epitome of stylish.

Suddenly I felt myself getting knocked backward. Thankfully I managed to catch myself before I ended up sprawled on the ground once again.

"Watch where yer walking ya dirty rat," a man voice said in disgust, before continuing his walk.

I was going to let out a scathing remark but then I took in his appearance. Not that there was anything wrong with it. It was a nice fitting business suit with a slim checkered tie. But it was still just wrong. Like out of place, but I honestly had no clue why.

The man just gave me a dirty look before walking off. My eyes followed him until he disappeared into the crowd of colorful clothing.

Why is everyone dressed odd? All the women were dressed in tailored dresses of a variety of colors and patterns with stiletto heels. Their hair was generally upright and stiff. Some of their hair could be compared to a beehive due to how high up and voluminous it was. Most of the men were wearing suits, some in traditional colors while others wore more vibrant colors such as red and light blue. The others' wore a traditional combination of pants and a shirt. Yet, even that seemed odd. It was too formal almost stiff despite the colorful geometric patterns that graced their garments. Something isn't right, I can feel how it isn't right deep down. I glanced at the street, watching the cars drive by. My stunned expression morphed into one of horror. Those cars...those cars aren't right. They seemed low to the ground and multi-colored. Most seemed to favor bright colors and vintage. Like they were from an old movie.

While I could have switched my train of thought to what exactly is a movie and how did I even know that word, I just couldn't stop looking at everything. Everything was wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

Where the hell am I?

I hope yall enjoy! Let me know what you think! I live for reviews. What do you want to see happen next?