Mutants. I think they're foul creatures not to be trusted, let alone loved by anyone. My family tried to avoid mutants as much as we could. We felt afraid of them, especially after that mutant terrorist attack at the Statue of Liberty and the U.N. Summit last year and the recent attempted assassination at the White House. You can imagine how mom and dad and I felt when we came home that day to find my brother and those other mutant freaks in our home.
How dare my brother be one of them! When I saw him freeze mom's tea just by touching it I just snapped inside. Bobby had betrayed us, that's how I felt, and when that other guy said that it was my dad's fault...well, by then I had already made up my mind to call the cops.
"The Police will take them away from us and out of our lives," I thought. "We won't have to worry about them anymore."
After I hung up I realized that if Bobby was a mutant, then there was a chance that I could be one too. A new wave of terror washed over me, and I decided then and there that I would rather die then become a mutant. As soon as I showed any abnormal signs, like freezing stuff like Bobby could, I will kill myself. I'm sure that mom and dad would understand that.
When the cops arrived even more bad stuff happened. One of those freaks started blowing up the cop cars, some with the police still inside of them. I realized that this guy could burn our house down and kill us all if he wanted to. Further proof for me that all mutants are evil.
Something stopped the fire though. I don't know quite what it was, but I don't really care. Then that jet came down and finially those freaks left. Bobby hesitated though. We saw him look back at us. I think he was sad to leave like that, but I sure wasn't sad he was going. I'll be glad if I never see my brother, the mutant, ever again.
