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When I had first experienced being a mutant, I was scared. Jean was only eight years old when I first levitated a cookie to my hand while our mother was cooking dinner. I never knew it was bad. I always thought I was special and unique. Well, at the age of nine you will think it's like that.

At the age of ten, I always cleaned my room by my psychic powers.

At the age of eleven I figured out that I can do things like create a barrier around myself when Jean threw snowballs my way, talk about a perfect tool.

Ever since, Jean never said a word knowing that she wanted to be the only one to know about my extraordinary self.

One day I was sitting outside with Jean playing dolls when I heard yelling two houses down in our cul-de-sac. Both Jean and I looked to see a couple fighting, yelling at each other. "You're sleeping with my brother you whore!" the guy yelled. "Of course I'm sleeping with him. He's more of a man you are." I heard a voice in my head as if someone was telling me right there. It was a women's voice that I had heard, so I paid attention to the women he was yelling at. "No I wasn't! I love you Ethan…only you." she told him in tears. Her voice was the same one I had heard earlier in my mind. "Jean?" I asked her. She turned her innocent head to me instead of the two yelling couple. "I think I can read minds…like I hear them from the person without them moving their mouth." I explained to her little growing mind with a little bit of fear in it.

"Oh! Oh! What am I thinking?" she asked preciously, that made me smile. I turned my body towards her looking at her eyes. As I closed my eyes, I hear "I wish to be like my big sister." I opened my eyes fully to see Jean staring at me with her green eyes to my dark chocolate ones. "I hope and wish you become like me too Jean. Then we'd be really sisters." I smiled at her with the truth.

That day…was the day I thought I would never consider to regret…to regret that wish I made back then…to Jean.

Oh how I was so wrong about my dream of the future my eleven year old self-made long ago.

Oh how I was wrong.


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