A new beginning©
Okay peeps. Ive decided to have Hayley write a diary extract so you can understand more about her past. Put it this way this is going to be the first story in a series, and a little something is going to happen ;o) can't tell you what though tee hee
Thanks for the reviews people!
Summary: Hayley is a fifteen-year-old girl who has just found out that she's not so normal. With her mum being dead (find out how she died later) and her dad being a F.O.H (Friends of humanity) she has no one to turn too. Enter the X-men. With Professor Xavier's 'persuasive' powers Hayley must leave her old life behind and begin a new one as a mutant.
Disclaimer
I don't own any of the X-men characters except Hayley and Faith (Faith's based on my e-mate Sam)
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Okay, I've never really kept a diary, but Professor Xavier said that it'd help me to write down all my feelings and problems. I don't know how like, because if someone ends up reading this, it'll just cause more problems and embarrassment, but if Professor X. says it'll help then it will, I trust him with my life. He's one of us good guys. Right lets start this properly then…
Dear Diary,
Hey Hayley here, well obviously because no one else is going to write in my Diary are they…. oh wait, grrrr ive gone and messed this up already!
Well were can I start? What can I write?
My mum's dead, killed by my dad and ive just recently found out I'm a mutant. Okay not the best start but were getting somewhere.
My mum was a great woman! Professor Xavier has told me things about her. She was also a mutant. He told me that her 'powers' was something to do with her hands. She had, well have you heard of the phrase 'Green Fingers'? Y'know when your really good at making plants grow and stuff? Well I guess that's why we had the best garden on the estate. I remember she use to always write to her friend and send her flowers. Big beautiful flowers that had all the neighbours jealous.
I was only seven when that bastard took her away from me. Its mad how I could even look at my dad, let alone grow up under his roof after what he had done. The professor told me that the brain has many layers, and that since I was so young I blocked the fact that it was my dad that murdered my mum out of my head. The brain is definitely something strange then!
The day that before mum died. The day before we were happily planting shrubs in the garden, I knew something was wrong. My mum seemed afraid. I knew about my dad's frequent beatings, but this time my mum seemed really petrified. I didn't realise what was happening. You don't when you're just a kid. You get told that your dad's got a headache because you've been naughty and you believe it. You catch your mum crying in the garden shed, but when she says that she's got something in her eye you go along with it. You want to believe it so you do.
When mum died, so did our garden. I'd watch aimlessly out at the garden, as the plants rotted and the weeds took over I knew that she wasn't coming back. People say they understand what you're going through, but they don't! I couldn't bring myself to walk in the garden, and neither could my dad. So we moved away. To a little town near the sea. We left our old lives behind and tried new ones.
But the anger got worse.
I'd get so mad at mum for leaving us. Leaving me. Because it was I left to put our lives back together: me who was left to cope with dad and his dark moods. Me who got blamed for anything that went wrong. No one to stick up for me. Alone. She shouldn't of left me. It wasn't fair!
I know, how horrible am i. But I was seven and I felt so alone. I had no one to discuss women problems, body troubles and boys too as I grew up. I never knew any of my mum's family. I had my nana on my dad's side, but…well…evil eat your heart out! She despised me. I remember her staying one weekend, and all she kept telling me was 'Life has sent your father some hard knocks! Still your nothing but an ungrateful brat are you?' I wanted more then anything that when it came to hard knocks, dad was the best at giving them out. She died the weekend after, heart attack so I never got the chance.
Coming to this institute was a blessing. I've learnt to control my telekinesis. My weakness is the fact that I can only fully control it using my hands; I can't do it properly with just my mind like Jean does yet. If it weren't for the professor, who knows what my dad would have done to me? I never really knew what my dad's secret meetings with the F.O.H or Friends Of Humanity was about. To think what they've done to the innocent mutants, or people who defend them, makes me shudder.
The one person that seems to fully understand me is Logan. He's so…well…nice would be an over statement so lets settle with cool. He hasn't a family either; spent most of his life looking for answers to his life. Kitty told me he's like a lone wolf. That totally sums him up! Faith's my best friend, but I haven't told her about my past. Nor do I think I ever will, I don't think she'll understand and pity is something I don't want.
I guess I do feel a little better. Keeping a diary going to be hard though with Faith as a roommate. The great Houdini. Lock picker of all look pickers teehee, so I guess im going to have to hide it under my bed, or somewhere, I don't know. My mum used to say 'life can only get easier as you grow older and gain more experience' I only hope that she was right.
Lots of Love
Hayley Xx