Before life's harshness set in, I was a young and happy child. As a child, life is typically happy and wonderful; at least I would hope it is for most children, but I know not all. I loved childhood. I had my parents and my best friend. Life was great. Granted, my best friend had a horrible twin brother, but he could be easily ignored. Yet, my childhood happiness ended with the realization of their powers by two mutants: myself and Wanda, at age six.

My mother was a regular human with no mutant powers while my father could release electrical charges from his hands. Magneto met my father before I was born, as they had worked together on something once. Magneto was not in contact with my father for years until he heard I was born. Since I could remember to six years old, I had many play dates with Magneto's children Pietro and Wanda.

"Pietro, stop it!" I cried, stomping my foot as the speedy boy ran around the yard," You'll ruin the flowers."

"Who cares about flowers? Besides, I'm nowhere ne-woah!"

Pietro tripped and went flying into the flowerbed, crushing over a dozen roses. Wanda and I went over and glared at him.

"I hate you so much, Pietro!"

The speed demon child spit dirt from his mouth and sat up pouting.

"Well, I don't like you very much, either."

I grabbed him and pulled him out of the flowerbed. I knelt down and picked up a squished and wilted flower. I was about to start crying when the flower suddenly rose up and stood up straight as if nothing had happened.

"Wanda!" I shouted.

The dark haired girl peeked over my shoulder.

"Oh, wow!"

Pietro peeked around in curiosity.

"What?"

I waved a hand over all the dead flowers on instinct and watched them all pop up, good as new. I smiled up and Wanda, who giggled. Pietro snorted.

"Oh, what a power. Flower Doctor."

I stuck my tongue at him as Magneto came out of the house.

"Pietro, Wanda, we're leaving."

Pietro sped over to his father.

"Gene fixed flowers that I squashed. Tell her that her power is lame!"

Magneto strode over to us girls slowly.

"On the contrary, Pietro…that is quite a gift our young Genevieve has."

I gave Pietro a smug look, making him scoff and cross his arms. Pietro sped over and pushed Wanda and I. The two of us got up and screamed at him. The next moment my house exploded. The four of us in the yard stood watching in astonishment.

"What?" Magneto said, in surprise and looked at Wanda.

I turned and looked at her as well before I pushed past Pietro.

"Mommy! Daddy! MOMMY!"

I was quickly grabbed from behind. I struggled against Pietro's arms and he tried to drag me back.

"Gene, you'll die! Stop!"

"Noo! Mommy!"

I was suddenly picked up into strong arms. I looked up at the face of Magneto.

"They're gone, Genevieve."

I began crying uncontrollably into his chest. My childhood days of love were over. With an explosion that I never dreamed of blaming on my best friend, even if did killed my parents, I was ushered into a lonely world where I was told no one would ever accept me for who I was and what I could do. I wouldn't remember what happened to my parents for a very long time, because for many, many years…those memories were repressed so deep into my mind that my body rejected the memory itself.