She pulled on the same old black top she always wore under her uniform and clothes, it had become apart of her, apart which she would never dispose of, she would feel almost naked without it covering 'it' up. Her black top was skin tight but soft and comfortable, the sleeves ended half way down her shoulders, it fitted her nicely and showed off her curves. Though she would pray fervently that no one would come close to seeing her wear the top she always wore as they would be too close to seeing 'it'. After close inspection on how the top covered 'it' up, she pulled on her uniform.
It added a weight to her small but strong shoulders, a weight that screamed she wasn't good enough, that screamed freak at her, that screamed worthless at her battered soul but she held it none the less.
After her uniform was on properly and after a quick check to make sure, she turned to the task of her hair, it was an exotic red that hanged down to her waist in pretty curls, not the type of curls that where way over the top and tight but the loose and long curls that most girls would kill for. She went for a simple style today and grabbed the nearest bobble and pulled her red hair back into a medium height pony tail with loose curls hanging down by her face, framing it. She slipped her little black pumps on and looked her now completely dressed self over in her mirror.
She saw a girl starring back with bright emerald eyes with ember flakes through them; her face was an alabaster white with perfect pink lips. She had a slender figure, but not very skinny, she had the slender yet curvy figure. She was dressed in a drab grey uniform that would brake anyone's spirit, she wore a grey skirt, a white-ish blouse with a thin grey cardigan that held her schools insignia on it; the staff of St Patrick and snakes gathered at the bottom of the staff with St Patricks cross in the background, this was sewed in silver on the breast pocket, a grey and green stripped tie was the only object of her uniform that had colour, it was done neatly and perfectly, it also showed the schools insignia. Her white knee length socks where pulled up perfectly as well. She starred at herself in her full length mirror for more than necessary but getting caught up in the illusion that today would be nice and happy, oh how she wished it would be how she imagined it.
Kyra let out a soft sigh that was filled with worry and expectance, she expected the cruel torture of the other students though she always worried what would happen if they saw what marked her, would the cower in fear or would they hunt her down and………. Her mind wandered as she considered the possibilities of such a frightening problem.
"Well" Kyra said, "This is as good as it's ever gonna get"
After one last reassuring glance she walked out of her safe heaven that was her normal little bedroom that held a bed, one dresser with a singe light on top of it, her mirror standing over in the shading corner and a single hidden notebook that held all of her secrets, hopes, dreams and whatever else she poured into it, she left her little room and went out into the big bad world.
She walked down the stairs as quietly as possible, she certainly didn't want to wake her father up, no that would not start the day off well at all. As she reached the last step and landed in the main hallway she sighed in relief and tiptoed into the kitchen. It was small and not well lit, with a small pine table that had four worn out chairs around it, and the table itself looked like it was on its last legs. It was early in the morning and there was no light coming from the winter sky that held outside, the wind was blowing with what looked like an almighty force that seemed to make the trees sway and surrender under its sheer velocity and strength. Kyra moved around the kitchen looking for some safe food to eat, she found some cereal in a forgotten cupboard that seemed to be begging for attention, like one of those lost or forgotten teddy bears that look at you with pleading beady black eyes wanting to be picked up and loved. To Kyra's despair there was no milk, but that wasn't a surprise to her as her father often forgot to buy any food, infact when she thought about it, she was the only one in this house that actually bought food, and most of the time it was eaten by the bully of a brother she had.
"And once again it is up to the young teenager to find her own food, or go buy the food with her own money only to be eaten by an evil troll" Kyra mumbled to herself.
She settled for cereal without milk and a glass of water, since there was nothing in the house to drink. She finished her feeble breakfast and went to wash up when she heard a noise. Her ears strained to hear what it was, then the door swung open, and a muffle of laughter could be heard followed by various bangs and crashes.
"Shit!" she quietly cursed, it was her brother and by the sounds of it he wasn't in the best state to be reasoned with. She had learned the hard way not to be near Niall when he was drunk or high. Other sounds seemed to add to Nialls drunken act, almost as if his friends where with him.
Kyra's whole body shook with fear, her brothers friends where always 'interested' in her, and she always seemed to be able to get out it time before anything happened.
"Kyyyra!!! Kyra babe where are ya?" Niall slurred, "Come on Ky, we just wanna ask ya somefin, and I promises nothing will happen."
"Yo dude, where is ya sis?" One of Nialls friend asked, it was clear they where all drunk and it was only 8:00 in the morning.
Kyra just stood there, her mind was racing, she needed to go, and go now. She didn't even want to think of what would happen if she stayed, her own home wasn't safe, what a life she had. Although her mind was racing her feet refused to move, it was like they had permanently rooted themselves to the spot.
"Come out, come out, where eva ya are Ky!"
"Yea come on out, we won't bite"
Nialls friends all called her, her feet finally caught up with her brain and she took off. She grabbed her bag and took off out the backdoor and out into her horrible, ugly neighbourhood. She ran and ran and didn't stop, she couldn't stop, her feet wouldn't let her, she was running to safety. Where was safe?
Meanwhile at the Xavier institute
"Kurt!" Kitty wailed, "Don't you, like dare even showing up at school, or I'll, like shave elf into your forehead!"
"What'd he do this time half pint?" Logan inquired gruffly.
"Argh! He like totally ruin my shirt, I had to go and like change! I swear I'm like going to totally phase him down into the pits of hell! " Kitty screamed and stomped off leaving Logan alone with his newspaper and pancakes.
"God help the elf, she seemed ready to kill him" Logan chuckled to himself.
"Ah Logan, I'm glad I have found you. I have picked up a reading on cerebro, and this particular mission is going to be more than complicated." Charles informed.