A/N~ Hey! New story! Takin a bit of a break from 4-sided triangle. Just a few notes and I'll start! Ok this story will be in 2 diff. pov. The first person pov will be of Cecilia, the main character and the 3rd person pov will be of the x-men. They will be divided by a divider (--------------). K? just so ya'll don't get confused!

Disclaimer~ I don't own any x-men, all I own in this story is Cecilia, and her parents. K? k.

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The morning sun streamed into the windows of my parent's house. The daylight was the only source of inartificial light and soul in the dwelling. My father and I sat at the kitchen table, while my mother bustled around the kitchen making breakfast for my dad. My father's face was hidden behind the morning's newspaper, but I knew if he wasn't reading he would have been glaring at me. I heard a gruff chuckle come from behind the pages of ink and information.

"No good fucks." My father said with distaste.

"Who, Paul?" My mother questioned, although she already knew the answer as this was a daily conversation when the morning paper was read.

"The goddamn mutants, who else?" My father said with mockery. "That quack Xavier is still trying to get mutant rights. He came before the Supreme Court yesterday to stop the mutant registration acts! Won't they ever learn that their protests are waste of our country's money and time? Maybe He should join his fellow mutants and get the hell out of our country." I didn't know who this Xavier guy was, but my parents hated him and the mutants. They were part of that Friends for Humanity or something like that to get rid of the "muties" as they would call them. It didn't matter to either of them that their own flesh and blood was mutie. My parents laughed at my father's comments.

"What, Cecilia? Don't you think that was funny?" He said with mock hurt in his voice. Dad rose from his chair, grabbed my wrist, held it above my head and stared into my eyes. "You siding with the muties now? You wanna be mutant trash? You're a freak just like them! But they won't accept you, sweetie! This is the only place you got! So you gonna side with them?? Huh?"

"No, sir." I said quietly, with a small shake of my head.

"That's what I thought." My father said smugly as he sat back down in his chair. "Mary, did you schedule the brat's operation yet?"

"Yes, Paul, as I already told you," My mom said with a sigh, "she goes in next Tuesday."

"An operation?? For what?" I yelled as I jumped out of my chair. I ignored the clatter that my seat made as it hit the linoleum floor. I stared at my mother, looking for answers.

"Don't speak unless spoken to, Cecilia!" My beast father roared. "But if you must know, it's to get those things on your back removed."

I reached behind me and gingerly felt the bones that was connected to my shoulder blades. I slowly felt the glossy, stormy gray feathers that framed the bones. Yes, I had wings, and my parents hated them almost more than they hated that Xavier guy. I hated them sometimes too, because they were the reason I was kept inside the house every day and I couldn't go to school either. But sometimes when someone wasn't home I would admire the beauty of my mutation.

"Cecilia, go to your room," My father ordered, "you're bugging the hell out of me. And pick up that damned chair."

I picked up the chair and slowly walked up the stairs to my room. My room hardly looked like a teenager lived there. No hunky movie stars coating the walls and hardly any source of technology, except for a digital clock. The panes of glass in my window were painted black, so no passer by that casually glanced up would see a girl with wings. I strode across my room and squeezed into my closet. The smell of aged clothes had filled the wardrobe and my lungs as I took a deep breath to calm my ever wandering mind. I treated my closet like a private domain that no one could come into and I would sit and think about everything. I sat amongst the old sweaters and thought about my parents and they're hatred and I thought about this guy Xavier. Why couldn't he just quit his little humanitarian project and go away? Then my parents could maybe actually be normal. Anger grew in the bottom of my stomach and soon the anger became loathing for this Xavier. As these thoughts rocked around in my head, I slowly drifted off to sleep.

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But little did Cecilia know, that the man she detested was planning on her rescue as she slept in her closet. The bald gentleman in a wheelchair, named Xavier, talked with two adults in a study filled with cherry wood furniture.

"Now as you both know, I detected this new mutant only last week." The man in the wheelchair said calmly to his comrades.

"Yes, Professor, we know that already!" A gruff man in a leather jacket said impatiently. "What we need to know is where this mutant is so we can go pick em up!"

"Easy, Logan." A woman next to Xavier said. "We know where she is and we're going to get her now. Ororo and Scott are already firing up the jet."

The man named Logan turned on his heel and strode out of the office en route to the jet hanger. The woman was about to follow suit when Xavier placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Jean, wait, I'm coming with you," The wise man announced. "I may need to talk to her parents." Jean nodded, knowing all to well that Xavier always wanted to meet his students first hand.

In the jet, a man with ruby sunglasses and a woman with brilliant white hair fired up the aircraft and with the three passengers in tow, headed for the newly acquired mutant's home. The man and woman in the cockpit concentrated on flying the jet, while Jean and Logan focused on things such as the day's class lessons and danger room trainings. Professor Xavier, however, mused on how he would be changing this new mutant's life and if it would be, hopefully, for the better.

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A/N~ OK I didn't want to make this one too long.. Hope you enjoyed it! There'll be more! Don't worry ;-) Review, review, review!!

~Pendragon