Rose walked out of the school she had come to know as Hell, and felt the eyes of every bully in the area pressing down on her. Being smart can get you a job and help you get good grades in school, but skipping to being a freshman at the age of 12 will get you torture for the rest of your high school career.

Rose always kept to herself. She was quiet by nature, and being an orphan who had seen the worst of every city in the country, she didn't trust anyone. It wasn't safe to.

Her jeans were torn, her shoes ragged, and her shirt as old as her backpack, but she wore them proud. Unfortunately, the people at the public high school loved to point out how poor you were through what you wear.

"Look everyone. It's the queen of the dumpster! That must be where you dived for that outfit, because not even Goodwill would let that into their stores."

The insults themselves were pretty poor, but the laughter in agreement that followed was like a stab through the heart. Emma Frost was good at that. Coming from an extremely rich and even more prestigious family, no one dared stand up to her. She could say 2 + 2 = 18,293 and everyone would agree for fear of persecution. She was a senior as fake as most of the people living in the higher area of California.

Through her years of practice of being frequent targets of bullies, she had found the best way to deal with them was to ignore them. Unfortunately for her, Emma didn't want to be ignored. As Rose walked down the long drive of the school, Emma hurled insult after insult her way, hoping for a reaction. The only reaction she got, however, was the increasing volume of the laughs from the crowd.

That's when Emma and the spectators sealed their fates. Emma threw a stone at Rose.

The stone struck the left side of her head, knocking it sharply to the right. Where the stone had struck, it burned, and a hot liquid started flowing down the side of her face. That's when more started flying toward her. None of the bullies she had faced in the past had been too violent, but now she was being stoned. Emma in particular had never shown any violent nature toward her, but this fight was being controlled more by the crowd only to be directed by Emma.

The started colliding with her body hard, some drawing more blood, some bruising. She began to run out of impulse and fear. They started to run like predators chasing their prey. The comparison couldn't have been more accurate.

Her running was unsteady and hard. Her head wound, well, wounds now, was causing her extreme disorientation. Fear was unbalancing her even more. The fact that she was up against athletes as well made it even worse.

Seeing her last resort, she collapsed her mental shields that blocked her mutant powers and unleashed them in all their glory.

Plants started growing and growing to surround her in their green cocoon. The ground trembled with the force. The scared crowd now had a new reason to chase her as confirmed by their chants, "She's a mutie! She's a mutie!"

Tears joined the blood as she lost control of her legs and crashed into the ground. Deciding she wanted to see the blue sky before she died, she rolled over and faced the bright blue expanse.

The last thing Rose saw before she lost consciousness was a bright flash of red that had nothing to do with blood.

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