One separates people by many different traits. Gender... Race... Disabilities... Hair colour... Origin... Accent... So many different categories, one should be surprised we still have cliques with how specific one could get with stereotypes.
There has been a common category that people are being separated into recently. It remains as one, not being separated even further, like how punks get turned into scene-kids, emos, goths, and such. No it is the category known as mutants.
People who are different from normal humans, people with powers that make them so different, are called mutants. By the definition of mutant, these people are calling us different, alter, malformed, and misshapen. Treated like we are lepers, they separate us from society, shipping us to a metaphorical island of solitude.
My name is Ofeliya and I admit to being a mutant. I have gone through this treat everywhere I stepped. My school by my teachers and classmates... My part-time jobs... Strangers on the street... My home... It is like I wear a giant scarlet M.
It is a horrid feeling, to feel unwelcome by people who are supposed to care for you. Growing up, you are supposed to be friends with your classmates, yet I was rejected by them. You are supposed to rely on your teachers, yet they ignored my problems and me. You are supposed to be kind to the people you meet, even if they are new, yet I was avoided. You are supposed to be loved by your parents, yet I was hated with extreme passion. All because I was different. Because I was a mutant.
For these reasons, I started a secret community. Nothing big, but a safe haven. A safe haven for people like me. Treated horribly for something they couldn't control. Rejected from society. My home and home to so many more... It is called Niebo.
This is a new X-Men SYOC story I am starting. I knew I have one already up, but I am having trouble writing that and I am hoping if I continue writing, but something else, I may come up with some ideas. Either way, the form for this one is on my profile. It is right on top, along with the rules.
Ofeliya speaks Polish fluently. Reasons for way will be explained later. Because of this though, she will be throwing Polish around. I will have translations at the ned of each chapter if they contain foreign words.
Translations:
Niebo - Polish. 'Heaven'.
Credits:
Ofeliya - Me