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Just a girl.
Try imagining a plain, simple girl with dark blonde, almost brown hair, tied up in a messy ponytail. Eyes with an undesignated colour, you doubt whether it would be green, blue or grey. Just an ordinary girl, just a girl like any other. She's a bit shy, shies away from attention most of the time, but don't get her angry, because then you will be a victim of her quick and sharp tongue. She looks around the cold office, feeling out of place, feeling like she should turn and run away as fast as she can. But she can't, she can't because she promised her brother she would give it a try.
"Miss Jong, the principal will see you now," the voice of the woman who called her was just as cold as the surroundings. Miss Jong, that's her, that was how she had expected she would be called here. Cold, unpersonal, uncaring. Did they even care her first name was Marianne? That her father was Dutch? That her mother had been killed in a car crash? She doubted it.
"Miss Jong, I understand you just moved here? Jong, an interesting last name," the principal mused as he gestured her to sit down. Marianne fidgeted uneasily under his attention.
"My father is Dutch, sir, Jong means as much as Young, and yes, I just moved here," she replied softly, the cold, uncaring manner the man in front of her just breathed was effecting her.
"I see, the reason I called you here. I wished to warn you, there are mutants attending Bayville High, I have no wish to see a new student getting hurt," he looked at her with a cold stare. Someone, his words ignited a spark inside of her. The spark soon changed into anger: who was he to judge mutants? To judge her? But ofcourse, he didn't know, how could he know? Her mutation had been carefully hidden from the rest of the world.
"But who would hurt me, principal Kelly? The mutants, or the humans because I could hang out with the mutants?" she changed her voice into the same, uncaring, cold tone the man had assumed with her. In order to give him a taste of his own medicine.
"Surely you know mutants are dangerous, Miss Jong," he observed her carefully, as if wanting to see why she had said that.
"Surely I know any man is dangerous, it is simply the desire to hurt that should be avoided. That is as much in you as in every other member of the human race," she forced herself to remain cold, uncaring. She would not show weakness to this man. 'Man,' she sneered mentally, 'rather a mouse!'
"If that is how you see it. You may go to your class now," he waved her away, but his eyes staid focussed on her, as if measuring up an opponent.
'If that is what he wants, he'll get it,' she pushed some strands of her hair out of her face and stood up, stalking out of the office, going to find a place where she could calm down before going into class. She was angry, the principal had managed something in a matter of seconds what most people didn't manage in their entire life: he had got her angry. Beyond angry, as a matter of fact, that's what all these mutant haters got her. They looked at her and saw just a girl, not even exceptional at anything, not stunningly good looking, not with the smarts of a genius, but what they never suspected was that she was a mutant.
She was a mutant, yes, and even her powers weren't exceptional. Illusions, she sneered at herself, what can you possibly do with illusions?! Nothing, not a damn thing to show these mutant haters that she was equal to them, that they were all equal. There were times, that she doubted that anyone would ever believe that mutants and 'normal' humans were equal. But her brother proved her otherwise, he was human, and he still treated her the same way. Unfortunately, that also meant he was still the same, overprotective, date away scaring big brother who also managed to annoy her to no extent.
"Yes?" somehow, Marianne had managed to end up in front of the classroom where she was supposed to be.
"Hi, I'm Marianne Jong, I'm the new student here," she introduced herself to the science teacher.
"O yes, please enter," she smiled at Marianne, a true, caring smile. The first one since she had got to school. Marianne tentavely entered the room, as she looked around, she noticed where she was supposed to sit: the only empty seat, next to a gothic girl with white stripes in her hair. The girl seemed all but happy to see that the empty seat would be taken...
Just a girl.
Try imagining a plain, simple girl with dark blonde, almost brown hair, tied up in a messy ponytail. Eyes with an undesignated colour, you doubt whether it would be green, blue or grey. Just an ordinary girl, just a girl like any other. She's a bit shy, shies away from attention most of the time, but don't get her angry, because then you will be a victim of her quick and sharp tongue. She looks around the cold office, feeling out of place, feeling like she should turn and run away as fast as she can. But she can't, she can't because she promised her brother she would give it a try.
"Miss Jong, the principal will see you now," the voice of the woman who called her was just as cold as the surroundings. Miss Jong, that's her, that was how she had expected she would be called here. Cold, unpersonal, uncaring. Did they even care her first name was Marianne? That her father was Dutch? That her mother had been killed in a car crash? She doubted it.
"Miss Jong, I understand you just moved here? Jong, an interesting last name," the principal mused as he gestured her to sit down. Marianne fidgeted uneasily under his attention.
"My father is Dutch, sir, Jong means as much as Young, and yes, I just moved here," she replied softly, the cold, uncaring manner the man in front of her just breathed was effecting her.
"I see, the reason I called you here. I wished to warn you, there are mutants attending Bayville High, I have no wish to see a new student getting hurt," he looked at her with a cold stare. Someone, his words ignited a spark inside of her. The spark soon changed into anger: who was he to judge mutants? To judge her? But ofcourse, he didn't know, how could he know? Her mutation had been carefully hidden from the rest of the world.
"But who would hurt me, principal Kelly? The mutants, or the humans because I could hang out with the mutants?" she changed her voice into the same, uncaring, cold tone the man had assumed with her. In order to give him a taste of his own medicine.
"Surely you know mutants are dangerous, Miss Jong," he observed her carefully, as if wanting to see why she had said that.
"Surely I know any man is dangerous, it is simply the desire to hurt that should be avoided. That is as much in you as in every other member of the human race," she forced herself to remain cold, uncaring. She would not show weakness to this man. 'Man,' she sneered mentally, 'rather a mouse!'
"If that is how you see it. You may go to your class now," he waved her away, but his eyes staid focussed on her, as if measuring up an opponent.
'If that is what he wants, he'll get it,' she pushed some strands of her hair out of her face and stood up, stalking out of the office, going to find a place where she could calm down before going into class. She was angry, the principal had managed something in a matter of seconds what most people didn't manage in their entire life: he had got her angry. Beyond angry, as a matter of fact, that's what all these mutant haters got her. They looked at her and saw just a girl, not even exceptional at anything, not stunningly good looking, not with the smarts of a genius, but what they never suspected was that she was a mutant.
She was a mutant, yes, and even her powers weren't exceptional. Illusions, she sneered at herself, what can you possibly do with illusions?! Nothing, not a damn thing to show these mutant haters that she was equal to them, that they were all equal. There were times, that she doubted that anyone would ever believe that mutants and 'normal' humans were equal. But her brother proved her otherwise, he was human, and he still treated her the same way. Unfortunately, that also meant he was still the same, overprotective, date away scaring big brother who also managed to annoy her to no extent.
"Yes?" somehow, Marianne had managed to end up in front of the classroom where she was supposed to be.
"Hi, I'm Marianne Jong, I'm the new student here," she introduced herself to the science teacher.
"O yes, please enter," she smiled at Marianne, a true, caring smile. The first one since she had got to school. Marianne tentavely entered the room, as she looked around, she noticed where she was supposed to sit: the only empty seat, next to a gothic girl with white stripes in her hair. The girl seemed all but happy to see that the empty seat would be taken...