DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the Marvel X-Men, but for the purpose of this story I may control their minds a bit… I make no money from this, but the release of my creative juices is enough for me. Please enjoy and feel free to leave a comment.
She woke, a timid girl with a feeling of dread in her stomach. For today was a day to change her whole life, today was the day she was sent off to start a new life, a better life. Clumsily, she slipped her legs over the edge of her bed and stood. She ran her fingers through her short, red hair, around the cat ears she had protruding from the top of her head as her tail swayed lazily behind her.
"Oyre hunny, are you awake?" The familiar, soft and caring voice of her father broke into her thoughts as she nervously started to get dressed.
"Yes father, I'm up and getting dressed." She answered, trying to sound more cheerful than she really was. She pulled on a pair of faded blue jean bell-bottoms; careful so her tail poked through the hole she had cut in the bum. She wrapped her tail around her waist, disguising it as a belt while she slipped off her pajama shirt and slipping on in place of it a black Harley Davidson tank top. She walked over to her closet and took out the last article of clothing left after she finished packing last night; blue plaid cotton button up over shirt. She put this on, hiding the small spot on her lower back where her tail came out. She walked back to her bed, picking up her navy blue baseball cap and setting it easily over her ears.
Oyre walked to her dresser, a large circular mirror attached to the back of it. She looked at this with a heavy heart, knowing she might never see it, or her room, again. Her father had arranged for her to go to a special school, a school especially for children like her; children that were different, or, in a word, mutants.
She opened her bedroom door, taking one last, sad look around the mostly purple interior. "See ya room, I'm going to miss you…" She felt a little silly talking to a room, but she'd been there ever since she was born and she grew quite attached to it.
Her whole life, she's never been allowed out side, her father afraid that she would be ridiculed, possibly killed for what she was. She spent most of her time in this room, reading, writing, drawing, and singing. She was even home schooled, never leaving her house for her education. Never having friends of any kind was making this change worse for her. For the first time she'd be around other kids, and not just any kids, kids like her. With a deep breath, she closed her door to join her father in the living room.
Her father stood waiting, a look on his face bordering between excitement and missing his only daughter already. He stood at 6'1" with brown hair cropped short. His blue eyes used to be bright with life but that brightness faded after the death of his wife.
"You ready, sweetheart?" He asked, smiling warmly but sadly as he picked up the two largest of her four suitcases.
"Yes father… I'm ready." She picked up her duffle bag, throwing it over her shoulder and leaning to pick up the other suitcase. "But… I'm a little worried…." A frightened tone entered her voice as she looked up at her tall father. "I've never been outside, and now, I'm going to be taking a train by myself all the way to New York…."
Her father, Jared, smiled warmly, setting down her suitcases and scooping her up in a large hug. He held her for a few moments, knowing this would be the best thing for her.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. You've got a compartment all to yourself, and the Professor is meeting you at the station." He poked her nose, which due to her mutation was small, slightly flat. In all respects, it was the nose of a cat. "You have nothing to fear. Trust me."
She looked down at the ground, trying her best not to cry. When she looked back up at him, she was smiling, though weakly. "I do trust you, daddy." She sniffed, looking towards the front door. "Sh-should we go now?"
Jared chuckled, picking up the two suitcases again. "Yes, sweetheart. It's time for us to go." With hearts already heavy with what they new would come, father and daughter walked out the front door.