It started when I was seven years old. I started sensing things. I could sense when someone was within a few feet of me. I didn't hear them or see them, I just knew where they were. It was pretty helpful in hide and seek. But most of the time it was just annoying. Then, when I was 9, the voices started. I could hear what the people around me were thinking. One time, when I was at school, my class was taking a test. I accidentally heard what the dude next to me was thinking. Let's just say, I got an A+ .
Don't get the wrong idea, I was TERRIFIED of these abilities. I didn't know what to do or how to handle it. Sometimes I would sense everyone around me and hear every single thought. But I decided to tell my parents after a while. I thought they were going to be excited or intrigued or surprised. Never would I have thought they were going to be digusted. Called me every name in the book. Said I was possessed. I guess I have guts, 'cause I ran away 5 days later. Only 13 years old and in the street. Alone. Scared. But that's how my abilties became stronger. I would sense when people were close to me, and then I would read their mind to see if they wanted trouble. If they did, I cleared out. Always moving. Never staying in one spot.
I got lucky one time. Followed this chick once, she had a nice house. She was stupid enough to never lock the back door. More that once, I went in there and took a shower and washed my clothes. Even used her computer. Googled mutants and teen mutants. All that. Trying to figure out what to do. That's how I learned about Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. The only bad thing was that it was around Westchester, New York. And I was in Petersburg, Virginia.
That's when my criminal life started. Looked into the minds of buisness owners, hid in stores and stold money, etc. You wouldn't know how many people keep safes in their stores. Quite easy to get the combination then take 100, 200 or even 300 dollars. In no time, I had enough money to go AND come back. Bought a one way ticket to Weschester, New York. Took a little more than half a day but I didn't mind. The bus wasn't to packed. No one bothered me. And it was so comftable. Fourteen hours later I was in New York City. Then I took a train to Westchester. Asked a few people where the school was. Eventually I found my way. I didn't know if I just went in or what. The gates opened and I entered. That's when my life became even worse.