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*~A/N: Ok this is my first EVER fic, even though I have some posted already, this is my first one I wrote. But you might want to go check out my others I'm starting a nice series in the X-men movie section. Thanks to my beta reader Yami-chan for his help! And now on to the fic....
True Confessions Of A Freak
To tell
why I'm a freak, first I think I should talk about my birth family. Let's
see, a mom who would forget about me constantly (and made it clear that
she wasn't happy that she had to raise me by herself) and a dad I never
met. It's not my fault that whoever my dad was saw her for the horrible
person she really was. I lost track of the nights where I had to get food
for myself. Hell, I did everything for myself. I guess she wanted me to
be more independent or maybe that's just what she told her conscience when
it told her to treat me better. Guess she never did listen. She was the
model businesswoman, who never told her co-workers about her little bastard
child.
I spent
time with the old couple next door; they told me I was a special girl;
I was going to be important someday. I wasn't important to my mom. I called
the old woman Nana and the old man Grampy because my mom never got around
to telling me about them; she was probably too busy yelling at me for causing
all her problems. Back to the old couple; they were called, in our little
suburb, freaks. That's when I was first associated with the term. In reality
she was nothing more than a retired actress who like to dress up and act
like she used to in her day. I loved to see her perform. When Nana died
and Grampy moved away because the house had too many ghosts, I was the
lone freak.
In school
I was a freak, you know the one kid who didn't fit any group. I was smart,
but I was pretty so the couldn't call me a geek, the next closest term
was freak. Most didn't like me because of my hair. I loved my hair; it
was nothing like my mom's, which was dyed blonde. I think I might have
gotten it from my father. But I haven't seen any pictures, so I don't really
know.
By the
time I was nine I got used to the rude kids and the snickering behind my
back, and started thinking if everyone already called me a freak, why disappoint
them? You know, after a while I got so used to being thought of as a freak
I enjoyed it. I would do things to make them angry with me because deep
down, I know I would always be more important than them; I never forgot
Nana's sayings. The more they hassled me, the more I was certain I was
better than them. I never called people names to there face. Soon I started
doing things purposely to aggravate them. I sat at the table that they
usually sat at, did everything better in school, and the worst I could
do to them; join the cheerleading team. That was a sacred thing that all
the popular girls did and the geeks were afraid to try. But like I said;
I enjoyed aggravating these peers of mine. The best part was that anyone
could join so I had to be let on. That pissed off a lot of popular girls.
When I
found out I was a mutant, I thought that I was told so much and then believed
that I was a freak so I became one. Now I know that it was my neglectful
Mom's and who ever the hell my dad was, gene's that made me that way. I
don't really care. Then when I came to Bayville I decided 'Hey I got the
body, the talent, flame red hair, cheerleading skills, I could own this
school' and I took it over. I also thought that I could escape the whole
freak thing, I did that too. I used my personality and a fake kind nature
to fool everyone I ever met into thinking I was a sweet, caring person.
I am a good actress like Nana was; even the most powerful telepath in the
world bought it. So now I decide who is a freak and who isn't. I know the
others would think I was a bad person if I told them things like; I am
the one who starts rumors about people, write stuff about people on the
bathroom stalls, that told the cheerleaders that Rogue is a freak, and
plenty of other bad stuff. You know, I still am better than those who made
fun of me; I never call anyone names to their face.
I am Jean Grey.
*~A/N: Well what do you
think? Do you like the fact that Jean Grey is really a bad person? Please
review and be honest.