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Chapter 1 of: The Spirit

Preface

My name is Sarah Rose Cooper, but because of a series of events and a distinct mutation in my genes, I have earned the nick name of the Spirit. The year was 1961 when I first realized I was different than most people my age, you see most 13 year olds couldn't disintegrate their own body into a silvery mist, at least not that I knew of. I was at the infamous Margo's 13th birthday party (I say infamous because I associate her with making my life a living hell during junior high) and I was sitting on a bench next to Teru Namikawa, the Japanese boy who had just moved to Denver from Tokyo, in Margo's expansive and lavish back yard. I had the biggest crush on him at the time and unfortunately so did Margo, this was probably the reason she was disgusted by me so much. Margo, she was the most popular girl in the seventh grade, her parties were probably the only thing that were more talked about than she was, everybody went which meant even some dork like me got the invite as well. She was an extremely vain being, loving her looks so much I don't think she ever even realized that she was only average looking, those are the worst possible types of vain people in my opinion. Her brown hair was overly styled and she had a pig nose, not to mention she was a tad on the chubby side, it was more of everyone's mutual fear of Margo that earned her the popularity rather than her personality, she was nasty and in every sense of the word.

Anyway, I was sitting on the bench next to Teru who just happened to be the most popular boy, when I felt his hand brush against mine. My cheeks blushed almost as red as my hair as I looked over at him, he was smiling at me as he slipped his hand into mine and laced our fingers together. A rush of adrenaline shot through my body and stung at my finger tips as his black eyes bore into my green ones, piercing straight through them sharply like katana blades. The stare was so intense that I almost didn't hear him say to me, "Will you go with me?" in his extremely good, but heavily accented English. At that moment it felt like a wave rolled through my entire body, lingering and building pressure in my eyes. I felt as the irises expanded, momentarily blinding me.

When my sight returned, I discover the look on his face. It was no longer anything to blush over and his eyes were panicked with confusion. "Y-y-your eyes!" he stuttered, letting go of my hand. "They were green and now they're silver!" this statement sent a feeling of horror through my body and leaving my stomach feeling like a rock. Another wave went through my body, this time much more intense and leaving me with a feeling of weightlessness. A refreshing chill cooled me through to my bones and it felt as though I were floating in a cloud.

"What the hell!" he gasped as he had witnessed the first time my body had ever disintegrated into my 'spirit' form. " 'Oly chit, get that away from me!!" he yelled and fell to the ground and stumbled away. Teru was referring to the silver mist that was now me.

Terrified, I floated away from the scene and past the gaping preteens, through the walls of Margo's house, through people even, and to my house where I promptly went into my room where I tried hopelessly for two hours to change back into my human form. When I was finally able to, my parents had already been notified that I was missing. My mother was waiting in the living room by our only phone and my father was out in the car searching the city. At first my body was translucent, then it started to become more solid and once it was back to normal I ran to my mirror, almost knocking it down in the process and examined the changes. Nothing was any different in my appearance, I had the same red hair and the same petite and slender figure, the only change was in my eyes. They were once a bright green, but they had transformed into a shining silver, now you could get lost in their bottomless pits for eons.

My mom burst into the room upon hearing my movement. "Oh honey!" she ran up and hugged me, I was too rattled to react to it at all. "Where have you been?" the worry in her voice was broken by the quivering of oncoming tears of relief. "Oh, and what has happened to your eyes?"

"Mom, I think something is wrong with me." I said with my voice full of terrified disgust. I stepped back from her and disintegrated into my 'spirit' and faded back again.

"Oh! Oh my god!" was all my mother could force out before she stumbled out of my room.

I sat on my bed hours later as I listened to my parent's conversation through the thin walls. "I can't believe it. Our own daughter a-a mutant!" my mother said the word mutant as if it tasted like poison. "There must be something that can be done Rick."

"There's nothing that can be done, Marylyn, we'll just have to make do." my father tried to comfort my mother.

"Oh! Why did this have to happen to us? Why! What the hell did we do to deserve this, this disaster?!" my mom said disaster more as a noun than as an adjective.

From that point on my parents were never the same to me, I wasn't even there to them, they ignored me for five years. I took gymnastics, martial arts, and ran just to get out of the house and away from their cold, piercing eyes that seemed to say, why they hell don't I just through you out and pretend we never had you! The day I graduated high school and packed up to move out was the happiest day of my life. I never attended college seeing as I couldn't get the money for it like normal children, so I moved to California and began a new life working jobs other people were too good for.

The day my mutation kicked in was the day the death sentence for Sarah Rose Cooper was signed and the birth certificate for Spirit was printed.

A/N: Okay, so I hope you enjoyed the preface of my story. Please review and tell me if it was any good or not. Oh and sorry if it was a bit short and dry, but in the next chapter is when the story truly begins and gets better, I just needed to get the background out of the way.