Hello, I know I really should be writing my other stories but this idea came into my head and now it's being parasitic and I want to write it before it goes away. This story is a typical +OC story although there will be no slashes other than those shown in the show since I don't write that sort of thing, it will follow the first season though I may do sequels of the others.

I hope I have answered most of your questions so I will get on with the story.

SuperminionXD

I sat absentmindedly, staring at the video that was playing on the interactive whiteboard, my hand mindlessly doodling flowers down the edge of my work. The man on the video droned on, it was about protons or neutrons or something like that, I didn't really care that much, I wasn't listening. I wasn't really concentrating on my drawing either, I was too busy thinking. I was thinking about Mummy, it was hard, but I couldn't stop myself, she was in hospital at the moment, the doctors had given her weeks.

I can still remember how it all started; nearly two years ago, a month before my eleventh birthday, when both my parents picked me up from school, I should've known then that something was wrong. I got into the car and saw their sombre faces, I tried hard not to look at the large lump on the side or Mummy's cheek, she had been to the hospital that day to have it checked out. We drove in silence all the way to the hospital, I remember wondering why we were there, we parked and just sat there, then they spoke. They asked me what I knew about Cancer. I was shocked and stuttered my reply, they took me inside, to a special ward, we sat in a waiting room and watched the fish until some nurses came. They began to explain, it wasn't serious, they said, it was the most curable kind, they said, nothing to worry about they said. They said that the second time too, they said it was gone, it came back. But the third time it changed, they weren't sure, they said, there would have to be tests, they said, we would have to prepare for the worst, they said. And with that they gave up, stopped trying, and dedicated their time to making her 'more comfortable'. I felt the anger rise up inside me even now, what right had they to say that someone was going to die, to stop trying to save them?

I was pulled out of my thoughts when the teacher walked up to the front and stopped the video. Everyone in the room immediately stopped what they were doing and began to pick up their stuff.

"Ok, pack your things and I'll see you next lesson" the teacher announced, "Don't forget we have a test next Thursday"

Great, a test, that's all I need, I thought angrily as I picked up my pink rucksack and began zipping my pencils back into their case. I finished packing my stuff and swung the bag onto my shoulders, then walked slowly out of the class after everyone else had left. I usually waited till last so avoid the rush, consequently I was usually late to the next lesson but generally the teachers didn't mind too much, they just look at my pityingly. Sometimes I really hate that, how people look at you as if you may break at any second, I don't need their sympathy, it's not as if they'll ever understand.

I walk slowly and silently in and out of the moving crowd; I don't need to worry about lessons at the moment since its lunchtime. I quietly make my way to the canteen, and finding a small table in the corner; I sit down and remove my plastic lunchbox from my rucksack. I eat my lunch quickly to avoid staying too long and then put my box away again. Picking up my bag once more, I walk to the library where I leave my bag on the shelves and go inside. I quickly find myself a book and hide on a beanbag in the corner, hidden by the bookshelves, then I lose myself in the fake reality, forgetting the real one.

I'm pulled back into reality again when the bell rings loudly in my ear, I jump up and shake my head to remember that I have to go, I quickly check out the book and put it in my bag. After lunch I had tutor so I went to the classroom and get my book back out again, looking up only to answer my name in the register.

The rest of the lessons passed monotonously, me not really paying attention and the teachers droning on. I was glad when finally the last bell rang and we were dismissed. I slowly packed up my bag, waited for everyone else to leave then left myself. I walked home in silence; I only lived just the other side of the field so it didn't take long. I daydreamed while I walked, I always wished that I could do something special, that no-one else could do, I can't really do anything, I fail at writing and maths just confuses me, if only I could talk and smile and laugh with people, but here I am trapped in my own imagination. Don't get me wrong, I can talk, I just don't do well with people, and they tend to ignore me anyway.

I reached my house and pulled my keys from the inside pocket of my blazer and open the door. Once inside I take off my shoes and dump my bag in a corner. I then make my way upstairs into my bedroom, it is quite small and painted pale purple, there is a bed with pale pink covers in one corner and a wardrobe in the other, one wall is covered with bookshelves and another has shelves with china models on, under which is situated a messy, paper covered desk. I pick up some black material and my sewing kit and lay them out on my bed, I sit cross legged next to them and proceed to sew blanket stitch round the T-shirt shaped fabric, I enjoy sewing it allows me to create stuff and take my mind off things, at the moment I am making a black T-shirt out of material I bought the other day, I was planning to embroider it with flowers or something like that. I have sewed stuff for as long as I can remember, when I was younger I used to sew clothes for my dolls, only recently have I started making them for myself, so far I have a cream dress and a skirt made out of my old jeans.

I was pulled once again from my reverie when I hear the door click open once more, and the excited shouts of my youngest brother, Sam. I should explain some, my name is Fliss, short for Felicity, Felicity Blossom Cadbury, no relation to the chocolate company, I'm only just thirteen, I have shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes. I live with my Dad, my Mum, who is in hospital at the moment, and two brothers, David who is eleven and evil and Sam who is only five and very excitable.

On hearing the door I put my sewing down on the bed and make my way downstairs. Sam is just as bouncy and excited as usual, he runs up to me and hugs round my waist, I smile and ruffle his bright blond hair. David is sitting at the table setting up his laptop; his mousy brown hair is messy and spikey. My Dad's hair, which is also blond, is messy too, it looks like he has been running his fingers through it a lot, I frown slightly, he usually does that when he is stressed or upset. He flops down on the sofa and asks us all to come and sit with him. We do, David and I sit either side and Sam curls up in his lap. He sighs and tells us what has happened; my throat feels dry and sticky and tears well up in my eyes. He tells us how peaceful she looked, how he was with her for her last minutes, and how much better off she is where she is now. Tears stream down all our faces as we curl up and cry as a family, or what is left of one. Sam's head is nestled near my chest and I feel David's hot tears on my hand which is slung over Daddy's shoulder. We stay there for what feels like an age, just crying and hugging, until Sam lifts up his head and looks round curiously.

"Mummy not coming back?" he asks in a baby voice he has not used in a while.

"N-no, She's n-not" Daddy replies, his voice cracking. I cannot take it anymore, I get up and run outside, not even thinking about shoes, I dash into the garden, my eyes still streaming, and jump through the open zip and onto the trampoline, where I curl up in a ball in the centre cross. I lie there, hugging my knees and crying hard, this is where I always go to think, and to cry. Why did this always happen to me? I screamed but no sound came out, I banged my head on my knees and begged it to forget, it didn't. So I lay and cried and cried until my head was thumping, my eyes were red and I was feeling dizzy from dehydration. I slowly sit up, blinking away the tears for I have run out, I stand and jump almost robotically up and down on the trampoline, I mindlessly perform seat drops and back drops in quick succession as if that will somehow make it go away. But my mind is elsewhere, trapped in the hospital room with dirty sheets but an empty bed.

I am so lost in my own thoughts that I don't notice that I've stopped bouncing.

So here is the first chapter, I hope I didn't make you cry too much, I'm sorry this is quite personal for me, I will say no more.

I am feeling particularly mean, but I found out from somewhere that mutant powers tend to manifest in times of stress, this was the only one I could think of.

I hope you like Fliss, by the way she can speak, she just doesn't.

Bye for now,

SuperminionXD

P.S. Review, I want to know what you think!