Dismclaimer: I don't won x-men. Really I don't. C'mon, beleive me, I don't. Fine, be that way.

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White Raven

The Average Life

Outside it was a crisp, peaceful autumn morning. Leaves lazily fell from their red and gold trees. One large maple leaf was brushed into a room by a breeze, through an open window. The room was fit for a princess, with a huge canopy bed, a walk in closet, and a gigantic flat screen TV. The leaf did a few aerial somersaults, and landed on a teenage girls face, sleeping peacefully in her large soft bed. She moaned and sat up, examining the leaf. Slowly she sighed, went over to the window and pushed it down until it clicked in the lock.

I might as well get dressed, she thought. She picked a red shirt and black capris from her closet. At her vanity she looked at her face and winced. Her red copper curls were a mess. She made them as smooth as possible, and put a little makeup on.

It was an average day for Summer.

"Summer, it's time for breakfast." Said Josie, Summer's maid as she came into the room with a basket full of clean clothes.

"Thanks." Summer replied, and she went downstairs to the dinning room.

Her father and mother were already there, reading the paper. Summer's father was a well known politician, and was famous for his views on Mutants. He didn't like them, to say the least.

Summer ate her eggs and pancakes in silence. She and her father didn't get along very well, so they didn't talk, it avoided arguments. Her mother was a quiet neutral woman, who couldn't care less either way. Her top priority was money and a nice tan.

Summer looked at her parents and thought this. She felt a familiar bubble of anger well up inside her.

Suddenly Summer's hands began to tingly painfully. She gasped as the pain increased.

"Something wrong?" her father inquired, emotionless.

"My… hands…" she gasped, holding them up.

Then just as suddenly, the pain stopped.

"Do you need to see a doctor?" asked her father.

"Uh, no, it's fine." she answered.

School was boring for Summer. She knew everything already, the next grade up would be much more challenging. But one teacher always failed her, and that was what kept her down. Mr. Forman was syrupy sweet around parents, and mean as a rabid dog around his students. He hated Summer the most, because she was smart, pretty, and rich. It might have helped if she had tried to actually please him, but she never did. She just didn't care.

Another day of Mr. Forman's lectures and pointless quizzes that had nothing to do with Math, and Summer was ready to explode. A tingling in her fingertips grew painful, and shot up and down her arms.

"Mr. Forman… can… I go… home?" she said, squeezing her eyes shut in pain.

"In the middle of a lecture? This will be on the quiz tomorrow."

"Please… I need to… leave." Involuntarily she kicked the desk in front of her. Her entire body began to twitch and shake.

Mr. Foreman just watched her, and smiled.

Her friend Marcos jumped up. "Someone call 911!" He yelled.

He ran to her side, and helped her out of her desk. He laid her on her side, and held her tongue down with a pencil, so she wouldn't bite it off.

"I'll take her down to the nurse's office." said Mr. Forman, shoving Marcos aside. The skinny man picked Summer up with surprising strength, and held her, even as the shaking grew worse. Marcos was the only one to notice, that behind those thick glasses, his eyes flashed yellow.

Mr. Foreman carried her outside into the empty halls. He ran quickly through a small side door and into a little alley next to the dumpsters. He made sure no one was watching, and pulled a small syringe out of his pocket protector. A small injection in her neck, and the shaking stopped. She went limp.

Marcos stood by Summer's desk,uncertain. Should he go to the office,or call the police? It felt like he had to do something.A few other students sat back down in their seats, heads in hands.

One shaken cheerleader burst into tears. "I hope she's okay!" she sobbed.

"I've never seen anything like that!" exclaimed a Gothic boy, shakily.

Janet, Summer's friend,went to Marcos. "That was so weird. Somthing isn't right." she said quietly, so only he could hear. He nodded, staring at Summer's empty desk, like it was a clue.

"Mr. Gomez?" said a man, suddenly at the door. "Come here. Now."

Marcos walked out with the man, who shut the door behind him. The sound echoed throughout the empty halls. A woman with white hair was waiting there.

"Look, kid, we need you to tell us what happened to that girl in your class. And hurry." said the man, a little out of breath.

Marcos looked at him. "You don't look like a paramedic. Where's the principle, and the nurse?" he asked angrily, partly at his own helpessness.

"We need you to tell us now, it's very important. Beleive me, we only want to help Summer." said the woman gently.

Marcos was still uncertain and angry, and he paused.

"It's too late." a man in a wheel chair said, as he quietly rolled towards them. "She's gone now."

The woman looked very depressed.The other man clenched his fists angrily. "We were so close." he said, clenching his teeth.

"Storm, ready the jet. Logan, take the boy back and try to restore order in his class." The handicaped man said.

Logan grabbed Marcos's arm roughly and led him back to his class door, still angry at his failure.

"Ow!" exclaimed Marcos, struggling in the man's iron grip.

Logan opened the door and shoved Marcos inside. Then he slammed the door again, shattering the glass. The man in the wheelchair gave him a look.

He sighed and peeked inside the class."Ah, everything is fine.Go back to work." Then he shut the door again.

Storm came jogging back. "The jet's ready. Let's go."

Chapter Two: Changes