Author's Note: Very short piece from Bobby Drake's point of view. It's based on a quote from one of the X2 trailers, which is mentioned in the piece, so I think you can probably figure out what it is. And, it ends rather abruptly because I lost the last part because my computer froze and I couldn't remember what it was.
I thought that maybe they could accept me. Accept the fact that yes, I was a mutant, and that, no, I couldn't just stop being a mutant. At least not without going through some hellish pain I suppose. I thought that maybe they had accepted me, until my mom had asked, with such hope in her voice: "Have you ever tried…not being a mutant?" Part of me wanted to look at her sadly as if she were a little child asking if she could always stay in preschool, part of me wanted to leave and never return and the malicious part of me wanted to ice up right there and scare the crap out of her. Luckily I didn't do any of those things. If I had learned nothing else from that school, I had learned that most of world wouldn't like me for what I was, despite all the talk of acceptance and 'diversity is good.' Still, it was agonizing to hear such sentiments from my own mother, to be able to hear them in my head coming from my father. It was easy to picture them saying the words now, curling their lips around the word 'mutant,' still careful to try and avoid the term 'freak.' It was surprising, coming from them. I had been raised to be open-minded, and I had thought they were the same. Apparently not.