The sun beat down on top of her head as she lay in the field, her face turned towards the sun and her music beating in her ears. The buzzing of her phone in her pocket brought her back to reality. Allowing herself to fall backwards so she was lying in the grass she pulled her phone out and unlocked it, checking the text she'd just received.

It contained two simple words that made her swear loudly and clearly.

"You're late"

Pulling her headphones out and shoving her shoes on at the same time, taking a moment before realising they were on the wrong feet, she sprinted out the field and down the path.

If you were late to work at the small coffee shop she worked at it was usually quickly deducted from your pay and since the summer holidays meant she usually spent more than she earned she needed every single cent she could get.

"Jeez Callie, where's the fire?" her little sister asked as she raced through the door, switching her sandals for her pumps.

"Late for work," she shouted before running back out the door, only returning for a second to give her little sister a kiss on the forehead.

Callie was 19, working part time at a coffee shop and training the rest of the time. At the age of 9 her parents had discovered she had a talent for martial arts after going to an open day at a gym with her dad. They had enrolled her in a beginner's class to see if she liked it and having watched for a bit she picked it up, extremely quickly. From then on she'd trained, not only in martial arts but in a number of sports. It had taken 4 years from then for her 'talent', as her parents called it, to naturally develop. It turned out that she could copy anything she saw with an amazing accuracy but the need to train was still there. Her muscles couldn't cope with some moved without much development.

The other 'talent' she'd gained was that the ability to heal came naturally to her. She had to be very careful about if she got hurt because otherwise people would pick up her unique abilities. She knew she was a mutant, and a lucky one. Her abilities weren't on the outside. She'd seen mutants that were blue or yellow or so animal like they were barely human making her believe herself to be lucky.

Now she waited on her little sister. Jessica, who everyone just called Jessie, was only 9 and worshipped her big sister like a god. The two of them spent any moment they could together and were best friends as well as sisters. Jessie wished on her birthday candles every year that she would get an ability like Callie's.

Rushing in through the coffee shop doors everyone turned to look as the teenager raced in to the back and returned a moment later, an apron on and her hair tied back, ready to serve customers. As she joined the man behind the counter she sent him an apologetic smile to which he rolled his eyes but smiled back at her before carrying on with the work at hand.

As the evening wore on, trade slowed down significantly to the point where Rob, Callie's boss walked out the back to find her sitting on the back counter, juggling a few apples.

"Chuck me one of them," He said to which Callie threw an apple at him which he caught as he headed over to her, "you might as well go home, I'm sure I can keep the fort," he added causing her to smile and jump off the counter, pulling off her apron as she went.

"Thanks Rob," She replied with a smile, grabbing her bag from out the back and heading out the door, racing down the road and round the corner to the martial arts gym.

"Cal? I didn't think you were coming down today," A woman at the desk asked as Callie walked in the doors.

"I wasn't going to but it's Jessie's birthday tomorrow and I promised her I'd take her shopping," She replied smiling at the woman on the desk before heading in to the changing room and pulling on some leggings and a top.

"Callie!" A guy shouted, racing across the gym and pulling her in to a hug before letting her go.

"Hey, I'm not fighting today, just training," She said, pulling on a pair of gloves as she headed over to a set of punch bags by the wall.

"I'm not going to fight you anyway. Don't want to hurt that pretty face now do I?" He said, standing back and watching as Callie stopped and turned to him.

"You really think you can beat me Chris? After what happened last time?" She asked, her hands on her hips.

"Of course I can," He replied making her smile as she headed to a matted area on the other side of the gym.

The two of them left the gym a few hours later, both in high spirits. Chris, always one to be a gentleman, insisted on taking Callie's bag and walking her back home. The two of them had been friends for years, ever since Callie and Jessie's parents had moved them to town just after Callie's mutation had come about.

A few weeks after she'd discovered her mutation a few people came to the house, trying to recruit her to a school and although she hadn't left she'd kept the card they'd left in her purse. She refused to leave Jessie because, although her parents were the greatest parents she could have, they didn't have a clue about what it was like being a mutant. Callie had sworn to be there for her little sister when and if a mutation came about.

Chris was the only person who knew about her mutation but never judged her for it and in Callie's eyes he treated her like a sister. That was unless they were at the gym. He swore he could beat her in the gym but still had yet to do it, even though Callie only came up to his shoulders.

The two of them reached Callie's in 10 minutes, Chris handing her bag to her and smiling as he watched her head inside. Making sure she was safe before he left.