Ch 1- Revised!

Raven smiled at me and moved some of her blonde hair behind her ear. "So tell me," she whispered with a coy smile, "about yourself. Where you've been what you've done. Everything really."

I smiled, trying to cover up the nervous sickness that was in the pit of my stomach. I was alone with a beautiful girl, but that same beautiful girl asked me about the one thing I hadn't thought about in years.

"Well, I-I was born in a small town in Tennessee. I left home to go to a gifted school when I was about 11 years old." I purposely didn't mention anything about my parents and the people I knew, that was better left unsaid. "I went to Hale's School of the Gifted. The school saw potential in me and later shipped me off here to work for the CIA as you can see. I think I was about 16 when they brought me here. No one knew about my mutation until Charles came. I guess it was about time to tell someone." Or not, I still don't really trust Charles, if he could tell I was a mutant he should have been able to tell that no else knew, but I suppose with time I would have to forgive him.

"I know, it's not that interesting, but it's all I have," I said with a sigh as I looked at Raven's face. She was just so pretty, there was no way she was really interested or into me. No one had ever liked me.

"Not interesting?" She said loudly with a laugh. "That's so cool, Hank! Tell me about the school and the CIA. How was it? You have to tell me everything about it!"

At that moment….

*Serena*

"We are here today to celebrate the life of Steve Grant. A noble man that worked…"

The pastor kept talking on and on, even though I was the only one at the funeral. My mother was in the hospital under intensive care. I held my head high as I looked over at my father's peaceful face.

I dull pain had been in my chest ever since Hank left. The name even in my mind was bitter and hurt to think of. The pain in my chest amplified even more as I sat there all alone in my long black dress. Numbness had washed over me since the day my father passed, my mother had been entered the hospital right after.

The pastor had stopped talking, and he seemed bored standing there waiting for me to move. I walked up with my one yellow rose and placed it in my fathers lap. Before he had become sick, before he and my mother started to loose themselves, he had told me that when he died he wanted only colored flowers. He didn't want it to be sad, in fact he wanted it to be a party, a way to celebrate his life, not to weep over it, but I guess there was no one here to have a party with, and though at the time it seemed funny, now it just seemed ironic and depressing.

The men came to place the coffin in the grave and quickly started to shovel dirt back over it. I placed three small orange flowers over the freshly turned earth. The tears that I had been holding back since Steve Grant had dropped to the floor now started to rush out of me as I sat there on the edge of the cemetery.

In that moment, I thought of Hank. I would have had him come just to let some of the pain go away for a while, but I didn't know where to find him. For the first time I was willing to give in and look for him, to let down my hard exterior, but he was no where to be found. The gifted school that he went off to told me that he had left a few years ago to work for some secret division or something, they weren't much help.

Ok yes you can scream at me now, I know it was way too short, but I didn't want to try to do too many scenes from the movie, so you got this really short chapter.

Again I'll say sorry

So

SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY! (x10000)

Please forgive me and don't through rocks at me *cringe*

Ok well bye!