Note: I do not own X-men of Marvel in anyway

A/N: Some of these characters are made up by me to help make the story work. I know that they are not following the OC of what marvel made up for Emma Frost but it is only to help the story along so please forgive me for changing her life and history just a little bit. Also I am going on information about her that I got from uncannyxmen (dot) net so apologizes if anything is wrong

A Little bit of History:
First of all she has still got her brown hair but don't worry it will become the blonde colour she is seen it with in most pictures. Also her mother Hazel Frost has passed away and her father Winston Frost remarries again and in this story it is his third new wife and Emma's third new stepmother. Emma completely despises all the new 'mother' figures her father chooses and continuously breaks them up but the newest one won't budge causing Emma to remove herself from the picture instead. All this comes in the story in more detail later on. Enjoy.

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CH 1

Emma Frost hated school; the only reason she went was because he evil bitch of a stepmother made her. This time school would be different, this time she had daddy's plastic, daddy's credit card with access to all his money. Emma was sixteen, with brown hair, blue eyes and full of life, she did not taken orders she disobeyed rules and she lived the way she wanted to live. She only went to school because Erika, her newest stepmother and possible gold-digger actually dropped her off to make sure she went, otherwise Emma would just skip like most other 'normal' people. She entered the schools brick building a walked towards her locker knowing she would have to leave after first period otherwise Ms Erika 'gold-digger' Frost would catch her. She had it planned for weeks now all she had to do was survive an hour of school and then she was gone, out of school, away from home and the bitch Erika and into her new life.

Emma ran, her hand in the pocket of her black trench coat making sure that the plastic cards she had stole were still there. She did not have time to get any of her stuff all she could take was the clothes on her back and daddy's plastic. Her clothes were all white, her trademark colour. She had on a pair of pulp boats that stopped just above her knees with a white leather mini skirt and white halter neck top with silver beading on the front. The boots were not the best for running in but they were better than some of her other shoes and still would not give her away. She ran as far away as she could knowing she would have to withdraw some money in the town that was currently her home otherwise they could track her. Yes Emma had done her homework. She had to be able to get away, far away to somewhere they couldn't find her, but first she needed some money. She found her way to the nearest bank and withdraw out four hundred dollars in cash.

"That should be enough to start with" she whispered to herself finding herself on the first train out of that wretched town of Boston, Massachusetts as she put it and into Bayville, New York.

Emma sat on the cushion like seats of the rocking train carriage. In her pocket she felt the heaviness of the money along with the plastic cards she had stolen.

"It wouldn't be like this if mom was still here" she whispered

Emma could remember it clearly, her mother Hazel Frost had passed away two years ago when she was fourteen. After she had died her father had remarried again. First the was Tara, she was nice but Emma didn't want a replacement. After Tara came Jess, she too fell into Emmas evil plans and was removed from Emma and her fathers present. Next was Erika the bitch that still was. Emma had tried everything to get rid of her but she just would not budge. Emma didn't want a new 'mother' figure and she sure as hell didn't want Erika so that's why she chose to run. She knew she would survive long with that little witch around, she had flaunted in and turned all attention on her making Emma seem like a lying little brat. Well not anymore, now Emma was running and there was shit all Erika and her father could do about, no way would she go back there, not now, not ever.

The train ratted to a stopped pulling Emma out of her trance. She got off and found her way to the nearest pharmacy. She found herself some hair dye to help her change her look. Now all she needed was a home. She knew no one would really accept her not with who she was. She was a mutant with telepathic abilities and the world feared her just like every other known mutant. She found herself standing at the door of an empty house. She forced her way in using some of her skills she had picked up in her life. She found her way to the bathroom and opened the hair dye that was blonde coloured to compete her white washed trademark. She looked up in the mirror and saw a blonde princess instead of the spoilt brown-haired brat.

"Perfect" she whispered exiting the house

She found her self back out of the empty streets of New York, still homeless and with daddy's useless plastic. She pulled out the cards and broke them in two.

"No point in having them now" she complained "daddy and evil Erika can't find me if I can't use them anyway"

She dropped the broken plastic from her hands and walked away no longer relying on daddy and his money. She was the new Emma and she was gonna make her own living.

Emma sat on the empty street of New York she was now officially homeless with only three hundred and eighty nine dollars to use. She needed some new clothes, food and at least some blankets but she had to be careful in her spending because in her world that amount of money did not last long. She found everything she needed with only ten dollars left to spare but enough food to last her about a week or two and several different outfits, all in white of course. Now all she had to do was survive until she could find someone to help her.