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I used to be the most popular girl in school, everything was perfect, I was in a couple clubs, groups, squads. Oh yea, I was everywhere. That changed quicker than it should have...

Seeing Scales

My hair, it was beautiful, thick and black. It reflected every sort of light and it stopped at my waist. I used to have clear blue eyes. I swear, if my eyes were in the right light, it looked like you could just see right into my soul. But, I promise you, you couldn't. I had so many people walk up to me, thinking they knew what I was like. Even being as popular as I was, nobody knew me at all.

I'll take you to the first day I realized something that, to me, was utterly disgusting. High school, grade ten, lunch.

"I can't believe you guys!" I exclaimed. "What do you mean mutants 'aren't that bad'? They are horrible and gross and destructive!"

"Well, what about the good ones?" My friend, Keely, replied.

"What good ones? There are no good ones! Don't you remember, like, a few months ago? That magnet head freak had that monster of a woman disintegrate everything! Didn't you watch the news?" I used to be highly opinionated on the subject of mutants, and if it came up, watch out! I was a tornado.

My other friend, Susana, spoke this time, "Yes, I saw the news, and I also saw that there were people trying to stop them, a very small amount of mutants, but, they were against the destruction."

"It was probably just a skit, making it appear that there were good mutants. But there's not! I think it's rather apparent!" Personally, I'm surprised a teacher didn't come and stop me from screeching so loud.

But, then, one of my newest friends who had never been a part of the mutant conversation, Lilian, asked, "How is it apparent?"

I took a deep breath before continuing, because, had I not, I would have burst from anger recalling the memory, "Do you remember how that stupid mutant controlling metal moved the bridge?" Lilian nodded, listening intently. "I was on that bridge! I was taking a taxi home after visiting one of my friends. I was on that moving bridge, watching the chaos occurring, watching this magnetic creep walk with arrogance, pushing aside cars just by putting his hands out, like he was of extreme importance. It was a living nightmare!" Yea, that's where I got my pure hatred for mutants. Personal, first-hand experience.

Lilian just sat there silently, just like everyone else I told for the first time did. She actually started blushing out of embarrassment for upsetting me. Of course, I should have apologized for getting all flustered. But, that's me now, not then.

As I was breathing heavily from the overwhelming feeling of despise, Keely announced, "Corbeau! You're shoulder, it looks... a little red... or is that pink?"

"Oh," I glanced at my shoulder, she was right. "I know. It itches like crazy! I am pretty sure it's a rash, but, I don't know..."

I would have continued talking, but, my cell phone started to ring. So, I answered, and to my total delight, it was my mother, "Mom! Hey how are you?... Good. Where are you?... Oh, another business trip, I see... When will you get back?... Oh, maybe next week... next month tops! Mom! Can't you just come home, now?... Okay, love you, bye." I hung up my cell and looked up to see my friends looking off into different directions. This sort of thing happened all the time. My mom was only home once in a green moon. Yes, I know the phrase is once in a blue moon, which means two full moons in one month or something. But, a green moon, no idea what it is! So, I guess it never happens! So, what I'm saying is that my mom is practically never home. And, I heard my dad, her husband, was living in Colorado, so not where we were living!

Anyway, back to the rash. "Corbeau..." Susana began. "You're shoulder, it's spreading..." I look down, and, to my dismay, she was absolutely correct! That rash-like thing was slowly going down my arm and up my neck. And, what was even worse, some areas were darker than that pinkish, fuchsia-ish, color and they was raising... like a scale! I nervously touched this scale-like thing then almost fainted. Why? I was a wreck, hoping that I wasn't really a mutant. I darted into the bathroom and splashed hot water on the 'infected' area, hoping that some miracle would occur, and the fuchsia color would retreat.

When it wouldn't stop spreading, I ran home, ditching school, and decided I scrub my skin. I hopped into the shower, and turned it all the way hot, which, let me tell you, our hot, it's scalding. I picked up a scrub thing and was attempting to scrape it off. After that idea failed, I decided to go lay down, convincing myself that it was all a dream.

Though, when I woke up, it was all full-blown. I had scales all over my body, except on the under side of my arms legs, my stomach, parts of my face, etc. But, most of my body was covered in scales. For some reason, I got up and looked in the mirror, it was on my face as well! Small little scale-like things outlining my face, it was horrible! And, to make everything worse, my hair turned a bright orange color, and my eyes were a lime green. Bright lime green! I was in hysterics! I had no idea what to do. After a couple hours of more scrubbing, I resolved to call my mom.

I planned it in my mind to begin calmly... ha, like that would ever happen! "Mom!" I screamed, seriously, I screamed, into the phone when she picked up. I ignored the fact that she sounded tired, worn out... maybe even injured... "I am fuchsia! I have bright orange hair! I have lime green eyes! I'm a monster! I'm hideous! I know it's not a dream, 'cause when I was trying to scrub it all off, I felt immense pain from the burning water... yes, mom... I won't do it again, mom, don't worry... What do you mean I might be a mutant? Because if I am, I am willing to be a guinea pig in fixing this problem with mutants!..." I kept going on and on. Frankly, if I was my mom, I would have screeched 'STOP!' and then said a few things, then let the lamentation continue. But, in the end, my mom assured me that there are some places for mutants, of course by that time I was crying, out of sadness and anger. I disagreed to going to any place for mutants, I refused sharply. I wasn't going to let myself be surrounded by freaks. My opinion has changed by now, don't worry.

I closed all the blinds, locked all the doors and windows, and restricted myself into that house, and if food ran out, I'd die there, I was determined that no one see my ugly condition. But, someone saw how hurt I was, emotionally, and, they kind of stepped in. Who was that? Who else could see me inside a closed, locked home?...

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