Quinn's background
No one's p.o.v Quinn age 5
Quinn sunshine sat at a secluded table at the back of Jack & Jill Montessori private school next to her best friend jean. Jean was a tall slender girl with long red hair and large brown green eyes. Quinn was small and slightly chubby she had long wavy black uncommon for German's hair and large round silver eyes. Both girls wore the navy jumpers and white polo's their legs were clad with white tights and navy flats and bowties, jean's was black and Quinn's looked like space thru up all over it and both girls wore light skin toned makeup. Both girls who were engrossed in the latest history story about captain America were distracted suddenly by a loud call.
"Hey freaks!" A tall older boy called getting the attention of both girls only to pore chocolate milk all over Quinn.
Quinn's lip quivered and her eyes began to water rapidly, as jean glared intensely at the boy only for Quinn's water to fly off the table and land all over the boy who was laughing and slapping to his friends. Quinn stopped crying realizing that almost everyone in the cafeteria was staring intently at them mouths open wide even the small preschoolers who were a whole grade younger than them. She realized slowly what had happened and new if she didn't take the blame jean would be in trouble because of how her mommy spoke of people like jean. Suddenly she was standing everyone looking at her.
"I did it!" she said loudly her voice still quivery
The cafeteria erupted into children and teachers screaming and trying to get away from her as jean was ripped away from her she was vaguely aware of the principle storming towards her arms crossed, the school had no tolerance for jeans kind.
.Me! She snapped seriously grabbing the small girl by the arm
The girl was now in a small padded cell sitting on a sterile bed in a pair of blue sweats and a floral black and blue nurse top, her favorite blue teddy crying into its head. The little girl had been vaguely aware of the principle dragging her to her office and calling her mother and the government who soon packed for her and dragged her to the white room, the girl vaguely wondered what would happen to her.
Age 16
The girl had grown and changed in she was now a tall thin curvy girl that the gauds though disgusted by mutants wolf whistled at her. Her hair was wavy and long they weren't allowed to use their mutation's which was the best thing she heard about since ice cream and they were taught defense by other mutants in secret, so she was pretty dangerous. At the moment the girl clad in a larger version of the outfit she first wore with white sneakers and a matching headband with nude makeup and brown lipstick jumped as the alarm rang loudly. By this time Quinn knew the drill she slowly crawled under her bed and waited, stiffening as she herd heavy boots outside her white cell. The door was pried open as t a tall dark skinned man with an eye patch stepped into her cell.
And that was the beginning of Quinn's journey