Disclaimer: I don't own any part of x-men...however I own the characters I make up...
(Edited chapter- Cause I felt like it...needed more spicing up! lol...)
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She woke up on a Saturday morning, she still was in school, but needed a job to get some money, she was mainly a loner at school but she didn't care.
Her eyes fluttered open a sort of tiredness filling them. The first thing she saw was the white ceiling of her bedroom, lined with embossing patterns which she grew used to and never noticed. Slowly, and kind of awqadly she sat up, while yawning, loudly.
Her bedroom was a personal space for her, a place she came to get away from the life she wished she didn't have. Pictures of her celebrity crushes, posters of dragons, which she loved dearly, every movie that contained some form of dragon in it she had watched. She also planned on writing a script to make her own dragon movie, although she had to organise it abit more, and save tons of money, it was one of her ultimate goals. Her walls painted a dark-ish violet, redwood drawers and a dressing table, and polished floor boards, which where always littered with dirty clothes. Being the unorganised person she is.
After a few moments of gathering her plans for the day she slid out of her single bed, sliding on her purple slippers, Strawberry blonde hair flowed in the breeze that entered her room through an open window. Shivering slightly, she rushed to the window and slammed it shut "Darn bitter cold wind..." she cursed her Australian accent clear. Slowly she made her way through her unclean room and found herself at her dresser table, She spotted a hairbrush with a backing made from silver, It had been a gifted given to her by her grandparents on her mothers' side. It was her birthday present...when she turned 10.
After she finished brushing her Waist length hair, and looked reasonable enough to head out, She fumbled through her redwood drawers, and taking out a white bra and black underwear, along with her clean black work pants and a plain white blouse. Quickly slipped them on, it being her workday she always wore them. Quietly and quickly she made her way downstairs, to the kitchen. The house was usually quiet at this time of morning. Her parents and bothers were still sound asleep, after all it was 7am on a Saturday, the national sleeping-in day, for her family.
Walking into the kitchen she opened the long cupboard, which stretched upto, the ceiling and grabbed out some weet- bix, and a bowl. Taking out 2 weet-bix, she placed them in the round white bowl. Grabbing the milk from the fridge she poured a fare amount over her cereal, and placed the milk down on the bench next to her. The TV flashed on, and she saw her brother plonk himself down on the couch. 'Lazy bum' She thought 'never does anything'
"Get me something, would you" he called out.
"How 'bout NO!" she replied sarcastically.
He just grunted and switched the channel of the TV.
Walking hurriedly towards the rectangle table she placed the bowl down softly, and placed her self on the cushioned seat.
Although the TV volume was down, and she was stuck in her cereal and reading a magazine she could still hear the TV. It was Senator Kelly talking about mutants and how they are such a threat to the future generation of 'humans'
"Bloody yankies! Too much talk and no action!" Her brother said coldly to the TV "...Just lock them up now!"
"Don't be so harsh Paul, Mutants aren't all THAT dangerous, and the yanks always talk so shut up about it!" She said after finishing a mouthful of weet-bix.
"You shut up!" He replied coldly "don't you remember what happened just the 'other' week. With that girl at your skool!" he turned to look at her a smirk on his face and both eyebrows raised. She shrugged "I don't blame her" she said flatly. "Those bitches deserved getting thrown into the glass" She finished lightly.
She finished Her breakfast. Closing the magazine and standing from her chair she grabbed the backpack that was placed on the table...
"Well I'm going to work" She announced... "Bye..."
"Whatever!" Her brother replied waving bye and striding towards the stairs.
She sighed... 'Wow he really cares...why do I bother?' She thought to herself.
With that she rushed out of the front door...a voice called from behind "Put your dirty plate aw-" She slammed the door and power walked out the front gate and towards the bus stop.
She had caught the '316' which happened to go exactly where she wanted to get to...Westfield, Eastgardens. She got off at her stop and almost raced into the massive shopping complex. She glanced at her watch 'I'm already late' She thought...growing worried, she didn't want to lose her job, she needed the money to reach her goal. Arriving late to the mega-store 'Big W' she started work immedently, taking her place behind a counter. Serving early bird customers. Her beautiful fake smiles meet every person who wondered to her check-out. Most thought of her as a happy and bright person, but Outside of work she was shy, and often drifted into her own dream world...Of wondrous things...imagining things that could be and how she wanted it.
After 2 hours of being constantly placed at the same check-out, her mood growing more annoyed by the minute, then an annoying woman came to her counter...
"Excuse me!" the women, said "but I want my money back on this" the women lifted up a Dress she had bought...or said she bought
"Ok, well I can take you to the mana-"
"NO!" the women yelled, "I want my money back now...not later!"
"Calm down ma'am. If you wait here I can get the manag-" "I said I wanted my money back!"
This woman really ticked her off, and she became impatient with her, her anger growing with the ignorance of this woman...then it all became too much... "Look lady. Why don't you just piss off!" she yelled, "just get lost. OK! You can't prove that you bought it here, so just get lost!...Next...."
The women Was taken aback by her response, gasping she stepped back "Don't Use that tone with me...you...you girl" she said, In a tone a mother would normally use.
She clenched her teeth and looked to the women again "look!...I DON'T NEED ANOTHER MOTHER...ESSPECIALLY ONE LIK-".
Her head suddenly pounded, it felt like her veins would burst with each passing second, she clenched her head in pain grinding her teeth, she fell to the lino floor still clutching her head. Screaming for the pain to stop... "STOP!! STOP...PLEASE!" The thing that happened next was the turning point of her entire life...or even her existence. Everyone present in the store now had their eyes fixed on her, watching with horrified eyes at what was happening before them, mouths gapping open. The Pain resided almost as fast as it came. Slowly she lifted her head up and looked at the horrified eyes that were fixed...on her. A strange feeling came from her hand; she looked down at her arms. She gasped in horror, much like the eyes on her, combined with fear... 'No!' She thought 'no, please no!' She looked up to the staring faces, once expressions of shock, turned to hatred, despising and hints of fear, muttered whispers came from the crowd but to her surprise came clear as crystal to her senses, "bloody muties." was just a taste of what was being whispered about her. She was....'NO!' She yelled in her mind. Out of fear and desperation she pushed herself to her feet and ran...ran as fast as her feet would take her...eyes following her where-ever she went... Tears covered her vision...what had she become?....
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(And I would like to say sorry to those who I may have offending using the word Yankie ETC...but I couldn't have made us Auzzies say 'Americans'.... well I seriously am sorry if I DID infact offend anyone...don't Sue me...please!)
