Authors note

Hi! So this is my first X-men story. I hope you guys enjoy and leave me a comment if you enjoyed it, what I should change, and any tips. Now let the story begin!

~3rd Person POV~

Lucy Madeline Xavier.

The only child of Charles Xavier.

A mutant.

And even among mutants, she was still viewed as a weirdo, freak even.

But she soon learns to not care about them, and focus on the people who accept her.

Like her dad, her "uncle" Hank, her best friend Jean.

~Lucy's POV~

Beep. Beep. Beep.

'Ugh the morning.' I think.

Usually I'm a morning person, but not when I have class that morning. I roll over and check the time.

Crap. I have ten minutes to get dressed and be in class.

Quickly I levitate my clothes over to me and grab my makeup bag to use later when I have time, my wavy brown hair can be dealt with by putting a beanie on.

Next I grab my B day schedule and the backpack for a B day.

Here classes work on an A and B day schedule so students have time to deal with their powers as well as learn.

Okay, it's a B day today, so that means my class is five minutes away walking and my teacher is…..

Charles Xavier.

My dad.

So sneaking in isn't an option, so that means I have to hurry over.

I grab my books and head out.

Quickly I start to run.

"Excuse me! Sorry I'm late!" I call out as I run past people.

Soon I see Jean up ahead, also running.

"Jean!" I call out.

I catch up to her and we begin talking. Well, not really, it's all in our heads.

"Is our book report due?" she asks.

"I think, I have some notes in my bag, we can just figure it out." I answer.

I look at the clock as we pass by. One minute.

"Hurry we have a minute." I say and we speed up, "Man I wish we had super speed."

We make it just before class starts.

"Jean, Lucy. Glad you could make it." My dad says as we walk in.

Everyone stares at us as we do.

"Today you will be presenting your duo book report on any book of your groups choosing." My dad (Or Professor Xavier) looks at Jean and I, "Let's change things a bit, today we will be starting in reverse alphabetical order, starting with Ms. Lucy and Ms. Jean."

Crap.

I shoot Jean a glance and we come up with a plan. We were supposed to have a visual, which we left in our rooms when we were rushing.

We get up, in sync, which seems suspicious already.

We both grab our notes and, luckily, my book is also in my bag.

"The book our report was on was 2001: A Space Odyssey." I start as Jean holds up the book, "It is a science fiction novel written by Arthur C. Clarke in the 1960s."

Jean takes over, explaining the plot and setting while I rack my mind trying to figure out a visual. Wait! I made clay Hal as a joke. That could be a visual.

Quickly, I tell Jean to let me take over and to get my backpack.

"There's a clay Hal in my bag." I think which I know she will read.

"This book is an idea of what technology may do. We never know the things that will result from an unknown thing; in this case, Hal was seemed to be a great invention and ended up killing. The overall theme of this book is the technological possibilities along with its perils." Out of the corner of my eye I see Jean bring the clay Hal.

She holds it up and describes it, "This is what we imagine Hal to look like. Hal is the computer that controls the systems of the space craft. "

We turn in our notes and along with our visual.

"Very well done girls, next is Macy Waters and Riley West." My dad says.

Usually after a report the class is supposed to clap, but they don't for us, instead Jean gets tripped by Brian Cleland. He and his group of friends snicker. I look back at her, telling her not to do something stupid, that this is the only time she has to deal with him.

As I go to sit, the girl behind me, Ashley Ren, knocks my beanie off my head.

"Oops, sorry Lucy. Accidents happen, you would know that, wouldn't you?" she says and tosses her straight, shiny, blonde hair over her shoulder.

I put the beanie back on my head.

"Oh and by the way," she whispers, "nice bed head."

The rest of the class goes smoothly, with everyone clapping for all the other presentations.

Finally class is dismissed.

"Don't forget, you are the Advance Literature class, next time let's try to be prepared quicker." Dad calls out.

"Yeah Jean, Lucy." A guy says as we pass him.

Man I hate that class

"Yeah me too." Jean says aloud.

Jean and I tend to have conversations in our head most of the time, which may have led to us being outcasts. Not that we care, or care most of the time. We walk to the bathroom and I start fixing my hair.

First I put it up in a ponytail, then I change my mind and try to see what it looks like down.

"Just put it in two braids, it looks cute like that." Jean says, out loud this time.

"No, it looks weird cause the tips are blue." I say. For some reason, only the tips of my hair are naturally blue, the rest is brown and wavy, like my dad's.

"Well, we have twenty minutes until our next class so made up your mind."

Finally I decide on a low pony, now to put on make-up. I just apply my daily makeup, a cc cream, eyeliner, and curled lashes.

Jean and I proceed to go to our next class, history which is my favorite class.

History goes by relatively smoothly, only one snarky comment

As we walk out of class, Jean runs into a guy who is covering his eyes.

"Oh sorry!" he says.

I can read what she's saying, which means she's allowing me to read it.

"Watch it." She thinks.

"Hey, I can't really see so. Wait, you didn't say that out loud!" he says.

"It's my power." She says this out loud.

We continue walking to the bathroom.

"Hey, Lucy!" Alex Summers calls out, who is walking with the guy covering his eyes, "Where's your dad?"

"Should be dismissing a literature class in room M-20" I respond.

"Okay, thanks." He says and hurries off.

We continue walking towards the kitchen, to get some lunch and chill until our next class, French for Jean and Spanish for me, which isn't for another hour and a half. As we reach the, thankfully, empty kitchen, I spot Jubilee. Jubilee is nice, she isn't exactly a friend, but never is rude to us unlike everyone else.

"Hi." Jubilee says as we sit next to her.

"Hey." Jean says, "So how were your classes today."

"Good," she says, "Professor X let us out a bit early, some kid came in. probably just discovered his mutation. But in art I was the only one paying attention, don't blame everyone though, I hate early classes."

"They ruin mornings." I say, "Are you taking Advanced Art or core?"

"Advanced. Depending on my exam grade, I might be able to take a fashion course at the community college. And if I can control you know my powers." Jubilee says.

"That sounds amazing, would the college know about you being a mutant." I ask.

"No, and hopefully it stays that way."

"It's kind of stupid, you know." Jean chimes in, "That we can't come right out and say who we really are."

"Yeah." We both agree.

"One day that's going to change, eventually." I say.

"Doesn't necessarily help when there are mutants out there trying to destroy humanity." Jubilee says.

"They make us all seem like that, and then humans never give us a chance to show we're different." Jean says.

"And they wonder why we don't show ourselves. 'If they aren't a threat, they would show themselves.' "I mock.

We continue talking, and after ten minutes, Jubilee goes off to her next class. Jean and I still have 40 minutes to waste, so we go out to the archery range.

Once again, we see the guy covering his eyes, except this time with not only Alex, but also with Hank and my dad.

A/N: I'm trying to come up with something to show when Lucy is talking to someone in her mind, probably italics, and something to show her thoughts. Next chapter I will show what those things are.