-Jordan's POV-
"Mom, I'm not exactly sure how to tell you this, but… I'm a mutant…"
From the second the words left my mouth, my mom looked at me in a mix of awe and disgust. Sputtering away, Mom seemed as if she was struggling to find out what to say to us. To me. To herself.
"You're a mutant? What do you mean by 'you're a mutant'!" Mom said in an exasperated way.
"Ms. Davis, if I may explain," Rogue spoke up "In all of us, you, me, Jordan, there is this thing called an X-gene. We all have it, even humans. It just all depends on whether it's dormant or not."
Even as Rogue began explaining, Mom didn't seem to be even ready to start giving in at all. Whatever she was going on about, though, was news to me. I had no idea about, well, any of this stuff. I always just kind of thought that mutants were caused by radiation spills or something. But my confusion on this topic was cleared up as Sam picked up where Rogue left off.
"You see, in your case, Ms. Davis, it's dormant. But, with us… not so much. What Joseph-"
"Jordan"
"Whatever… What Jordan over here can do is actually pretty impressive. Show her dude."
"Guys, I cant exactly control it yet…" With reassuring looks from the group I, reluctantly, stood up and took off my jacket. I tried to concentrate on my arms, but it seemed as if I couldn't concentrate hard enough. I could feel my face go red in frustration as I tried harder and harder to do whatever it is I could do with my arms. I still haven't come up with a name for it yet. All of a sudden, I felt as if my body temperature had dropped about 50 degrees in a matter of seconds. Looking down, I noticed that, not only were my hands and arms ice, but so was my abdomen.
"That's not what I wanted to happen, but…"
"Try something else!" The group encouraged me.
With false pride, I did as they said and concentrated on something else. Something bigger. I attempted to do the same thing I did the very first day I discovered my abilities. I was going for that fiery thing I had going. I tried thinking about all the hot stuff that I could possibly think of. I wanted my mom to see exactly what I could do and, frankly, I want to see how far I can go with this whole thing. I could feel my face redden as it scrunched up in frustration with, not only myself, but also the five other people that were staring at me expectantly.
"Ok, ok. Just… just stop it, Jordan. Just stop." Mom said, getting up from the wingback chair and approaching me. The way she was waking towards me it was so… so insulting. it was as if she was walking towards some sort of rabid lion or something. She had her hands out in front of her like a tourist does when they encounter the uncaged beast at a zoo, even though the zookeeper ensures them that the beast is actually friendly. Even worse, she looked at me as if I were that same uncaged beast. The look of shock and fear filled her eyes with each and every waxing moment.
"Mom…? Will you say something? Please?"
"… Jordan…"