DISCLAIMER: I do not own the X-men or any other marvel components. I do,
however, own my character.
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I could tell as soon as I woke up that something wasn't right. Something was, I don't know...different. But, like an idiot, I still went to school. My alarm hadn't gone off (of course, it didn't have anything to do with the fact that I hadn't turned it on to begin with) so I was a little late, having only enough time to throw some randomly chosen clothes on and rush out the door to catch the bus. Late on the first day back. Now that's funny (actually it's kind of sad).
As usual, I took up a seat next to the only one of my friends who lives by me, Hillary Shannon. Yeah, I know what you're thinking - interesting name isn't it? You'd almost expect her to be a movie star or something - maybe a First Lady (ha, ha). Flustered and out of breath from my sprint, I flopped down beside her to rummage through my backpack, not even noticing her staring at me until she finally spoke up.
"Oh my god, Keira! I love what you did to your hair! And your contacts! They're, like, amazing! We have to go somewhere tonight - just to show off!" she burst out, bubbly excitement registering on her features, replacing what I can only guess was shock. Dumbfounded, I just looked at her.
"What'd I do?" I asked, suddenly getting the feeling that she was about to make a very snide observation of my disheveled appearance. I regarded her incredulously, trying to put up a front. Sometimes, I have to admit, she can be a bit bitchy and it gets annoying, but what can I do? She is my single friend for nearly a twenty-mile radius. Then, for probably the first time in my life, I had a stroke of genius - or something close to it, anyway (come on, give me a break, we're talking about the dumbest girl in the world, here). "Hey, you got a mirror I can borrow? I kinda didn't have enough time to comb my hair this morning - or anything else for that matter."
"I can tell!" She giggled, pointing at my rumpled t-shirt and tight jeans - full of holes, mind you - as she handed over her compact. Choosing to ignore that last comment, I snatched it from her in mock fury and started fidgeting with my dark brown hair - only to find that it had a violet streak in it! A vivid, gaudy, bluish pink...purple!
I gasped, realizing that my eyes were the exact same color (at least they weren't poop brown any more, but still). The only comforting thing being that my entire head wasn't that semi-repulsive bright amethyst, but a lighter brown, almost blond. I had to admit, the two colors did look stunning together, but purple? Never in my life would I have chosen that color to dye my hair - eh...wait a minute. I didn't dye my hair. What the hell? Something's not right at all. Slowly, my thoughts returned to the special I'd watched on CNN the night before and a sickening feeling began to settle in the bottom of my stomach, pressing on my chest making it harder to breathe. For being stupid, my psyche put two and two together pretty fast. If I didn't contribute to my makeover, then...that must mean that - uh, oh...
I'm a mutant.
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I could tell as soon as I woke up that something wasn't right. Something was, I don't know...different. But, like an idiot, I still went to school. My alarm hadn't gone off (of course, it didn't have anything to do with the fact that I hadn't turned it on to begin with) so I was a little late, having only enough time to throw some randomly chosen clothes on and rush out the door to catch the bus. Late on the first day back. Now that's funny (actually it's kind of sad).
As usual, I took up a seat next to the only one of my friends who lives by me, Hillary Shannon. Yeah, I know what you're thinking - interesting name isn't it? You'd almost expect her to be a movie star or something - maybe a First Lady (ha, ha). Flustered and out of breath from my sprint, I flopped down beside her to rummage through my backpack, not even noticing her staring at me until she finally spoke up.
"Oh my god, Keira! I love what you did to your hair! And your contacts! They're, like, amazing! We have to go somewhere tonight - just to show off!" she burst out, bubbly excitement registering on her features, replacing what I can only guess was shock. Dumbfounded, I just looked at her.
"What'd I do?" I asked, suddenly getting the feeling that she was about to make a very snide observation of my disheveled appearance. I regarded her incredulously, trying to put up a front. Sometimes, I have to admit, she can be a bit bitchy and it gets annoying, but what can I do? She is my single friend for nearly a twenty-mile radius. Then, for probably the first time in my life, I had a stroke of genius - or something close to it, anyway (come on, give me a break, we're talking about the dumbest girl in the world, here). "Hey, you got a mirror I can borrow? I kinda didn't have enough time to comb my hair this morning - or anything else for that matter."
"I can tell!" She giggled, pointing at my rumpled t-shirt and tight jeans - full of holes, mind you - as she handed over her compact. Choosing to ignore that last comment, I snatched it from her in mock fury and started fidgeting with my dark brown hair - only to find that it had a violet streak in it! A vivid, gaudy, bluish pink...purple!
I gasped, realizing that my eyes were the exact same color (at least they weren't poop brown any more, but still). The only comforting thing being that my entire head wasn't that semi-repulsive bright amethyst, but a lighter brown, almost blond. I had to admit, the two colors did look stunning together, but purple? Never in my life would I have chosen that color to dye my hair - eh...wait a minute. I didn't dye my hair. What the hell? Something's not right at all. Slowly, my thoughts returned to the special I'd watched on CNN the night before and a sickening feeling began to settle in the bottom of my stomach, pressing on my chest making it harder to breathe. For being stupid, my psyche put two and two together pretty fast. If I didn't contribute to my makeover, then...that must mean that - uh, oh...
I'm a mutant.