June 20th, 1972

Violet Jones thought she was normal. So did everyone else. Never did she think that one biology class would turn her from normal to freak in under three minutes.

It was a Monday, a scoring hot Monday to be exact. This summer had been one of the best summers America had seen for awhile. The sun beat down into the science lab where Violet sat, wiping the sweat off her brow. Recently, since the good weather started, Violet had been feeling like she was getting a fever. Typical her to get sick at the worst possible time. While all her fellow classmates were outside and having fun, she was inside, trying to get rid of her fever as quickly as she could.

Sitting by the window wasn't helping. The schools air conditioning in the science labs had malfunctioned so anyone unfortunate to have classes in them would have to deal with the muggy and humid conditions of the labs. Violet fixed the headband on her head, trying to get her hair away from the sticky mess that was her face.

She couldn't really focus, for her brain felt fuzzy and everything was extremely uncomfortable. Violet wasn't sure why she was still in school, maybe it was because Junior year was ending fast and she needed all the extra knowledge she could get before exams. Although by the looks of how fast her fever was taking over, she may have to miss exams-

"Miss Jones?"

She blinked herself back into the classroom, itching at her hands. "Yes?"

"Do you even know where we are in the book?"

She looked down at her textbook, lifting her hands to flip the pages by stopped herself, hissing at the pain jabbing at her palms. "I, uh, I don't know."

Ms. Lewis sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Page 394."

Violet muttered a thanks, turned to the page and returned her attention to the itching feeling now growing in her palms. Her nails scrapped against the skin so fiercely, the girl beside her furrowed her brow in confusion and slight incredulity. Violet didn't notice the girl scoot away. Her palms were sweaty at this point, and red from her constant itching. In an effort to stop herself, she began clenching and unclenching her fists. After way too long she raised her hand. "Ms. Lewis, I need to leave."

"Violet, I am sick and tired of you disrupting class-"

"Please!" the people around her blinked at her in shock, never had they heard such a desperate plea. The girl was standing now, rubbing her hands against her shorts rapidly.

The teacher noticed the girls urgent nature but shook her head. "I'm sorry, I can't let you leave."

Violet was on the verge of crying now, the pain now traveling up to her elbows. She let out a moan, sitting down for a few more minutes until she couldn't take it anymore. The teacher halted again as Violet darted passed her. The young brunette slammed against the lockers, relief hitting her as the cool metal hit her skin. She leaned her hands against them, closing her eyes and feeling the pain leave slightly.

Her face contorted into horror as her hands began to emit an orange light. The kind of light a fire would emit from a long distance. The whole class had exited the lab to watch their crazy classmate examine her hands with intensity. Some were whispering, some were eyeing her, but all Violet could see was the orange light now beginning to get brighter and brighter, like it was about to come out of her skin.

"Violet-" her teacher strode towards her but Violet backed away.

"No, don't." She warned, shaking her head. "I don't want to hurt you."

The teacher barely had time to answer before the pain became too much. Violet shrieked as the orange light broke the skin of her palms, travelling in swirls around her forearm and stopping at her elbow. The orange light was not just a light, it was a fire like substance. She cast a look up to her classmates, her eyes a bright orange also before flicking her arm out and a flare of whatever was in her bloodstream whipped against the wall, burning a hole through it.

The smoke from the aftermath of what she had done had triggered the fire alarm, the sprinklers setting off in the corridors. The class was too in shock to even register the sprinklers. They were too busy gaping at Violet Jones, the girl in the back of the class, the girl who had just burned a hole through the building.

Tears welled up in the sixteen year olds eyes, the girl falling to her knees in fatigue from the energy that she used up. The fire dissipated into the air, like it never existed. Violet stared at her destruction as the school filtered out to the designated fire exits. Ms. Lewis had run off to the office where she grabbed the phone from the receptionist and dialled the Jones household.

"Mrs. Jones, we have a massive problem with your daughter."

xXx

Violet waited in the waiting area for the principal's office for fifteen minutes completely isolated from the staff that were walking around. The secretary kept stealing glances at her, then let her eyes roam to the fire extinguisher next to her. Violet rolled her eyes, she couldn't be a little more subtle?

Her mother and father arrived looking frantic and urgent. At first, Violet was hesitant to touch them, in case she burned a hole through them, but after a second of her father gazing at her with sorrowful eyes, she collapsed into him like a folding pack of cards. Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks as she sobbed into her father's jacket. "Daddy!" she breathed into his jacket.

"Oh sweetheart," her father whispered, "what happened?"

The principal exited his office, looking at Violet like she was a specimen under a microscope. "If you'd like to come in."

The three entered and sat in the spacious office. Mr. Holden clasped his hands together, visibly uncomfortable with Violet in the room. "I'm not sure how to explain this to you, or if you'll believe me, but your daughter is not what she seems."

Violet could feel the tears began to fall again. "As of now, the information for your daughters science teacher suggests your daughter has some abnormal abilities."

Her mother frowned. "Like what, may I ask?"

"Ms. Lewis stated that what looked like solar flares seemed to encase your daughters hands and eyes."

Her father stared at him a long moment, before shaking his head incredulously. "No, no, that's not right. That's impossible."

"Dad." Violet croaked.

Her dad looked between the stern face of Mr. Holden, and the shattered face of his daughter. "It's true?"

"I don't know how it happened, it just did." Violet was so exhausted, that her voice conveyed that she didn't even care when truly she cared. This freaked her the fuck out as much as it did anyone else.

Mr. Holden brought the attention back to him. "Therefore, a unanimous decision has been made by the faculty that your daughter is ultimately a hazard to the lives of the students at teachers here at Featherstone High."

The way he said it felt like a punch to the gut. Violets breath caught in her throat as her parents tried to bargain with Mr. Holden.

"Please, Mr. Holden, she's only a kid-"

"A kid who could very nearly kill every single one of us, Mr. Jones. I would advise you to seek medical help."

Violet wanted to crawl away into a hole and die.

This wasn't her fault, how the hell was she supposed to know that she had...whatever she had. Her life was over now. Mr. Holden won't think that after he's kicked her out of the school, her friends won't think that as they actively try to avoid her when she packs her bags and moves out of the house she grew up in, her parents won't think that as they tried to treat her as normal as possible when really they tried to push the incident under the closet. She was affected by this more than anyone.

She was being punished for being the victim.

"Now, I'm going to ask you politely to leave my office."

Her mom stood up with one of the fiercest glares Violet had ever seen and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Come on, Vi." getting up as sheepishly as possibly, Violet scurried off back into the reception, her breathing erratic and more tears beginning to prick at her eyes. Students shied away from her in fear as her mother caught her shaking hands. "Do not listen to him, Violet."

"But he's right." she rasped, her eyes beginning to flare again.

"No," her mother spoke harshly. "He is not. He is just a predjudice man who doesn't understand you."

Violet thought for a second, "Do we even understand me?"

Her mother sighed, pulling her only daughter in for a hug. "We'll sort this out, you and me and dad." her dad was off to the side, watching.

"We'll sort this out."

xXx

A/N: I know, I know, I shouldn't be starting another story. But Days of Future Past was put on Netflix and I feel back in love with X-Men. Specifically Peter Maximoff. Seriously he is the save and grace of Apocalypse and a great addition to DoFP. Knowing me and OC's, i had to give him one. Just a warning, the first maybe five or six chapters are going to be fairly short, as they are just snap shots into their life before DoFP and then the real meaty plot takes place after and during Apocalypse.

Also, I imagine Violet to look a bit like Alycia Debnam-Carey, with a few differences, like the orange eyes to be exact.

Hope you guys stick around!

See you next chapter! - E