A/N: Helllllooo there. So, recently I was rereading this lovely little story of mine, as I was in the process of writing another, and while reading it I immediately realized something horrible. Twelve year old me couldn't write very well at all. So, in my embarrassment, I'm rewriting this story one chapter at a time. This doesn't mean I'm continuing it exactly, but I might who knows. I just know this is very poorly written and at the time this was my baby so to honor my baby it's writing time. I'm making a few changes here and there, hope y'all don't mind (you really don't have a choice though) and as always I hope you enjoy. Please review and tell if I've improved which I hope I have, otherwise I might cry.

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Chapter One - Everything Is Changing

The box read Kelly's Crap in loud black letters. This was it; I'm out of this place. And even if it had been literally the most roundabout route I was still leaving. Sixteen and I was out. I picked up a book filled with a collection of photos shot by Ansel Adams and glanced over it briefly before throwing it into the box with the rest of my books. Now thinking about it, I wasn't leaving; I was being sent away. My parents, they were sending me away without a second choice. I hate this place but when I left I at least wanted a choice in the matter. And there was something more about it that bugged me. They had known, they had always known and had just neglected to tell me. Deep down maybe I had too but that didn't stop me from feeling betrayed. These last couple of years had been hard on our relationship and as heartless as it sounds we were growing apart. And with everything out in the open, it all made sense. They'd been waiting for this day. I wondered how long they held onto this Professor Xavier's number, waiting to call; how long they'd been expecting to keep me around, just waiting for me to snap. There was a rage growing inside me just thinking about all this. And the more I thought the happier I was that I was being sent far away.

I had been staying after school to help Mikal with his English paper. Nothing major, I thought at least. I mean of course he's handsome and popular and I'm…I'm well me. But I didn't think anything would come of it. All we were doing was discussing John Keats and Walt Whitman. And maybe every now and then he'd smile and say something flirty and I'd just about die. This only had been going on for half a week. But Wednesday came along and started like normal. I spent lunch together in Mr. Blair's room like always; along with being an amazing English teacher and blessed with perfect hair, he also happened to be very cultured and a great person to hang out with. And every now and then Mrs. Blair would stop by too and together they'd share stories of living in Paris and London and I'd bombshell them with questions and dream that in another life I'd been born their child, with perfect hair too. And they'd indulge me and talk about inviting me over for dinner and I'd decline; like always.

Then, fifth period strolled around and I was ambushed; right in the middle of the Senior's Courtyard. It was quicker to cut through then to make my way through the long halls and besides I always hated the crowds. In the courtyard I could breathe, but not today. I made my way as always when someone ripped off my backpack. Immediately, I was whirled around too by the force and came face to face with Mikal's ex-girlfriend, Amanda. They had had a very public, very nasty breakup. And worst yet, it was also known that any girl caught within looking distance of him was told to back off or else because also very well known is Amanda had girls in the hospital before and she was currently on parole for it. In other words, she was more than a little bit psycho.

She was in my face instantly screaming, "Who the hell do you think you are?"

Instincts kicked in and I went for the door but one of her lackies pushed me hard onto the ground. "I asked you a question?" she screamed before kicking me in the side. "That's for ignoring it."

I've never been in a fight once in my life. I keep quiet and stick to the sidelines. So, when she grabbed my shirt and yanked me up by it my mind went blank on the list of things to do. She pulled my hair back with her other hand.

"You've been seeing Mikal everyday this week haven't you?" she asked. "Don't try to lie, I have witnesses."

I remember from a show a while back that in these situations you never want to piss them off more than they already are. That you should try to keep them calm and do exactly what they say. But something in the back of my mind something told me no. Fight back.

"If you have witnesses why are you even asking me" the little voice said through my lips.

Her face changed, she looked taken aback. "Who do you think you are?" she repeated.

"I'm definitely not the delusional one, who still thinks their ex is going to tack them back." I couldn't believe what I was saying. Normal me would never say these things. Normal me would be in a corner cowering and answering her without any questions. And just thinking of acting like that fueled an anger inside me.

She motioned with her head to one of the others. "You think you're so cocky now. Just wait. No one will even look at my after we're done." That's when I heard something by my ears and they threw me back to the ground. "I hope you like your new haircut, bitch." She spat with one last kick to my side, she turned to leave. "And stay away from Mikal."

The little voice screamed in my ears. Get up. FIGHT. Somehow I got to my feet. "I'll hang out with whoever I want, bitch," I shot back, pulling myself to my feet.

Stopping in her tracks she spun back around. "God, haven't you got it through your thick head." She opened her mouth to yell something else but I didn't give her the chance. I've never thrown a punch before in my life, but I guess that goes along with never being in a fight. It was a terrible punch, I didn't even actually hit her but the damage was done.

I took two small steps and threw the punch. The anger inside me burst and a heat exploded from my hand. The next thing I know is a scream piercing my ears and Amanda's on the ground trying to put her hair out. Trying to put her hair out. Her hair was on fire. The heat from my hand—it was fire.

I got home and waved off to Mr. Blair; he returned the wave and drove away. My parents will be home any minute.

How come you never told us you were a mutant, Kelly?

I walk inside and drop the house keys on stand by the door. I do this every day but today I look up and see myself. I've got a pink whelp on my cheek, with a tiny scratch in the center and a black circle around my eye. My hair long hair is gone, and it's been replaced with a short jaggedly cut mop. I look and feel like shit. Mrs. Blair tried her best to clean me up. She was going to try to fix my hair but I wanted to do it myself. Now that I see the damage, I wish I had let her so I wouldn't have to see myself looking this way. I slide down to the floor and curl up into the fetal position. As I hug my knees one thought keeps racing through my mind.

My life from here on out is over.

After what happened, a crowd had gathered and almost everything went black. I remember Mrs. Blair appearing and leading me through the crowd. I could hear the whispers and the confusion inside me boiled over and I fainted. I woke up in the office and could hear yelling. Through my blurred vision I could see figures and could tell they were the source of the yelling.

"Amada already has several priers." I heard someone say.

"Kelly set her on fire, with her freak powers." Someone else spat.

"Excuse me, but just because she's a mutant it doesn't make her a freak. And she was just protecting herself; a number of students can corroborate that. Plus the fresh black eye and bruises on Kelly" A female voice argued.

"Excuse me, but I have a whole school to worry about and this one student is dangerous, as proven today, and is hereby expelled indefinitely."

I sat up from my seat, shocking those around me. "I can't be expelled." I say without thinking. "My parents will kill me." I continue rambling on.

Mrs. Blair is beside me, rubbing my back, trying to comfort me. "It's okay Kelly. We've already called them and told them what happened. They're at work right now, so we're going to take you home in a bit, okay?"

Everything comes crashing back to me. The fight, the anger, the fire. The two teachers argued and talked a bit more before we leave. I sit outside the office waiting. Students are still crowding around outside trying to get a glimpse of me. The whispers of mutant and freak echo in my head.

I'm a mutant.

I'm still in shock from this revelation. How can I be a mutant?

I the car ride home Mr. Blair ask me the same question.

"How come you never told us you were a mutant, Kelly?" he asks at a red light, concern written on his face.

How come you never told us you were a mutant, Kelly?

I search for an answer. And I tell him the truth. "I didn't know."

Sitting on the floor in the dark waiting for my parents, I start to cry and can't stop.

Everything is going to be different now.

The awkward silence started to settle in and I asked about the elephant in the room. "Is Amanda okay?" I squeaked out, staring at my chipped nail polish.

I heard a chuckle and looked up to find Mikal with a huge smile on his face. "Oh, yeah. She's great; just got her eyebrows singed off and now she has a rather large bald spot." He laughed.

With those words I felt a huge relief come over me and I could breathe freely again. I hadn't killed or gravely injured someone. "I thought I'd killed her," I said without thinking.

That caused Mikal to laugh even harder. "I wish I had been there. I heard she hit the ground so hard and her feet went right up over her head."

With the mood lightened significantly I giggled a bit. "I wish someone would have taken a picture of her face. I couldn't tell if she was more shocked I tried to punched her or that fire shot out of my hands."

Mikal let out a big laugh at that and soon I joined him. When we calmed down he reached over and patted my back. "Hey, listen to me; don't you listen to what anyone says. You are seriously one of the nicest girls around here and now with the little, tiny fact," he dragged out the word tiny making small air quotes, "that you're a bona fide superhero that went all Carrie on the school bullies, you're probably the coolest girl on the whole east coast." He finished with another pat and smile.

We talk a bit more before I stand up. We're sitting on my porch; my parents are in my car waiting for me. "I need to get going actually…"

He nods and stands as well. "Oh yeah, of course. Got to get going to the big apple and all."

I smile and hand him three cards. "Sorry to ask you to do this but can you give these to the Blairs." I laugh sheepishly. "One of them is for you too. Inside is the address to where I'm staying at. I would have told you sooner...it's just my parents… and all…" He nods in understanding.

It's been a week and a half since what happened. For the first couple of days I spent my time mastering the art of being a hermit and then Mikal came to see me. He was so understanding and told me he thought Amanda got exactly what she deserved. We talked more than just about poets and English papers.

When I found out my parents were sending me to New York I thought thank god I don't have any friends, and now I realized I have one that I don't want to leave.

We hug and my parents honk the horn. They're rushing me. Ever since the incident they've looked at me differently. I know their embarrassed of me and I'm not just saying that to be some self conscience teenage daughter, I heard them arguing about what the neighbors will think now that everyone knows about me, the mutant.

They haven't discussed it much with me actually. And every time the school I'm going to is brought up my mom starts in with talking about how amazing it is; like it's just another boarding school.

"What was the name of the place you're going to again?" Mikal asks as he walks me to the car.

I roll my eyes; he's really dragging out this goodbye. "Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters."

He raises his eyebrows. "Wow, so like super fancy."

I open the car door, "Yeah, fancy," I drag out fancy to exaggerate. The awkward silence is about to set in again. "I'll write to you okay?"

He smiles, "You better, since you're the only teenager I know that doesn't own a cellphone."

I laugh at that. "That might change soon, so email me your number one of these days."

"Hey, maybe I'll hitchhike up to New York and give it to you," he jokes.

A voice breaks our friendly chatting. "Kelly, we have to go or else we're never going to make on time to the airport."

Mikal nods, "Right, sorry to keep you." He shuffles awkwardly.

"I'm going to miss you too, you big doofus." I smile and get into the car. "I'll see you later."

He backs up so we can pull away, "Yeah, maybe next I see you you'll be saving the world with those superpowers."

As we pull off I wave to him with a smile, "Maybe."

A/N: Tell me how you like the rewrite and maybe I'll be amazing and do more. Thanks for reading!