When I first woke up today seemed just like any other day. But I after
I took a few steps out of the hut, I realized it would not be. The
first irregular was the sky- instead of the normal Caribbean sky,
clear and blue, the sky was gray. Transports and planes filled the
sky. I rushed back into the hut and turned on the family television- a
small 5" TV to see what was going on. "Lani, what is wrong?", called
out my stepmother, Uma. For a moment, her soft, warm, lilting accent
calmed me. But then I remembered the plalnes. I explained everything,
watching the television's fuzzy screen intently. Finally, the news
came on.
"Just in from America, a warning to lock your doors and shut your windows", declared a loud, nervous voice. " Genetic monsters, known as mutants, walk among us, intwined in our everyday lives! Be very careful, there's no way to know if they're hostile or not. More when we come back from these messages." Then a loud clang and a breaking sound rang throughout the hut. I turned, finding my usually calm and careless stepmother staring at the screen with a strange look on her face. Fear, I see, and something else anger. At what? " Stepmother?", I called tentatively. With a start, Stepmother came back. " Oh, now look at the mess I've made", she said, her thick accent sounding slightly different- almost American. I'll ask her about the look on her face later.
After we'd cleaned up the mess, the news report returned. " We have identified some of these mutants", said a composed newswoman. She paused for effect. I couldn't help but roll my eyes. " In fact, many were hidden among the safety of a high school called...Baville[?] High." Another pause. "Some identified mutants are; Scott Summers, Jean Grey, Katherine 'Kitty' Pryde, Evan Daniels, Kurt Wagner, and Pietro Maximoff. Even (pause) a blue- skinned one called Mystic[?] was found. She escaped two weeks ago, but police and the military are searching for it. Back to you, Steve, in Bay-." I turned off the television. I then turned to ask Stepmother a question, but she was gone.
"Stepmother?" I called. No answer. I searched everywhere, but she was gone. I asked the villagers, even the fishermen, but Stepmother had was nowhere. I do not think she is coming back. But she is not everything I have to worry about. I fear that I am a mutant. At first I denied it- I knew what would happen if this was true, but now I can no longer deny it. When I become angry, incredible things happen. Sometimes objects float in the air, or even living thngs. In fact, Stepmothers cat is still angry with me for putting her into the sinkwater. I must admit though, it was enjoyable. I can also hear what people are thinking, and cahnge their minds or train of thought. I am leaving the Caribbean. I cannot stay here. I will find the other mutants.
I took a few steps out of the hut, I realized it would not be. The
first irregular was the sky- instead of the normal Caribbean sky,
clear and blue, the sky was gray. Transports and planes filled the
sky. I rushed back into the hut and turned on the family television- a
small 5" TV to see what was going on. "Lani, what is wrong?", called
out my stepmother, Uma. For a moment, her soft, warm, lilting accent
calmed me. But then I remembered the plalnes. I explained everything,
watching the television's fuzzy screen intently. Finally, the news
came on.
"Just in from America, a warning to lock your doors and shut your windows", declared a loud, nervous voice. " Genetic monsters, known as mutants, walk among us, intwined in our everyday lives! Be very careful, there's no way to know if they're hostile or not. More when we come back from these messages." Then a loud clang and a breaking sound rang throughout the hut. I turned, finding my usually calm and careless stepmother staring at the screen with a strange look on her face. Fear, I see, and something else anger. At what? " Stepmother?", I called tentatively. With a start, Stepmother came back. " Oh, now look at the mess I've made", she said, her thick accent sounding slightly different- almost American. I'll ask her about the look on her face later.
After we'd cleaned up the mess, the news report returned. " We have identified some of these mutants", said a composed newswoman. She paused for effect. I couldn't help but roll my eyes. " In fact, many were hidden among the safety of a high school called...Baville[?] High." Another pause. "Some identified mutants are; Scott Summers, Jean Grey, Katherine 'Kitty' Pryde, Evan Daniels, Kurt Wagner, and Pietro Maximoff. Even (pause) a blue- skinned one called Mystic[?] was found. She escaped two weeks ago, but police and the military are searching for it. Back to you, Steve, in Bay-." I turned off the television. I then turned to ask Stepmother a question, but she was gone.
"Stepmother?" I called. No answer. I searched everywhere, but she was gone. I asked the villagers, even the fishermen, but Stepmother had was nowhere. I do not think she is coming back. But she is not everything I have to worry about. I fear that I am a mutant. At first I denied it- I knew what would happen if this was true, but now I can no longer deny it. When I become angry, incredible things happen. Sometimes objects float in the air, or even living thngs. In fact, Stepmothers cat is still angry with me for putting her into the sinkwater. I must admit though, it was enjoyable. I can also hear what people are thinking, and cahnge their minds or train of thought. I am leaving the Caribbean. I cannot stay here. I will find the other mutants.