Look, I'll make this simple for you. Mutants are out there, and they're real. By mutants, I don't mean a cute fuzzy kitty cat with different colored eyes. I mean people, not so different from you, with unique powers that makes them different from normal people. We mutants aren't something that should be taken lightly. A lot of us don't know what to do with ourselves. We're scared and confused, wondering what we did to deserve this fear and hatred from those who were once our friends. I feel like I've blabbered on enough. How about I introduce myself? My name is Hope Williams. I don't like my name, but it's not like I can just call myself something else. Well, actually I could, but that would be too much work. Anyways, I was your average girl, sort of. I was never really good with people, preferring to nerd out over my Star Trek and stuff like that. Then came the day my mutation showed up. I suddenly can demolish a building like it's nothing and my parents kick me out of the house, my friends cut all ties with me, and I'm all alone. Really great beginning for a fifteen year old, huh? Okay, so my birthday was a month away when I mutated, but that's not my point. My point is…I was a fifteen year old freak with no idea what to do or if I should just give up. That was around when the telepathic man in the wheelchair, Prof. Charles Xavier came around. So...here's my story, which could just as easily become yours. I guess I should start with my mutation.