X men Story

Disclaimer: I do not own the X Men franchise

Chapter 1

My name is Casey and I am 18. I have blonde hair with brown streaks which run through it. I have brown eyes and am quite tall.

I am just a woman with a problem. I started to develop these weird powers for some reason. The first time I noticed them was in a park and everyone started coming up to me and throwing things at me. They called me a mutant and a freak. I didn't know what to do.

My powers were being able to create gusts of wind and being able to fly on them. I've always been afraid of heights and I was afraid of this power that I had

I'd heard about mutants and how they were shunned by people who thought they were evil. I knew that my parents would never accept me like this because they were so normal. I used to be but now everything was different.

It was very late now and I could sneak into my house and grab my stuff. I headed back after hiding all day from people so I wouldn't get things thrown at me. I was scared because I had never been in this kind of situation before.

I climbed up the trellis and headed up towards my balcony. I opened the door to the balcony and entered my room. I grabbed my bag and put clothes into it. I left my cell phone because I didn't want them to be able to find me. I couldn't put them at risk.

I tied my hair up and turned away from the place where I had grown up. I was leaving something behind and it made me feel different. I was different now. Everything that I had known was wrong now because my life had fallen apart.

I opened the door again and climbed back down the trellis again. When I was back on ground level I looked at the house and then turned away from it. It saddened me to think that I wasn't going to be able to come back here. Not at least until I had sorted out how to control my powers.

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I headed towards the main road and stuck out my thumb. I took out a clipping from a newspaper about someone called Charles Xavier. Maybe he could help me. I had read that he was opposed to something to do with mutants and them being recorded amongst society.

Soon a van stopped. I ran towards it. Maybe I could start again somewhere else but I honestly didn't know what to do.