For as long as time could remember mutants had always been treated like animals. Savagely killed or locked up like circus freaks. There to be poked and probed at by on going spectators. Again the human race discremented those amongst us that were different.
We prayed for time to allow change. Then there was a place in time when things did seem to change. Mutants were allowed respect, homes, and even jobs. We began to build normal lives, even though we were stilled feared upon.
Old textbooks told us that we were even worse off than the African-Americans who were sold as slaves, but we didn't even need a textbook to tell us that. It's written on everyone's faces. You know that one saying where they say that some things never change over time, well they were right.
Since the most recent of 17 years ago, the rights of mutants slimmed down again. We were separated from places normal people would go to. Signs wording "No Mutants Allowed" hung on doors and in windows where we weren't welcome. Constantly I've had to endure names and comments aimed towards mutants. Although I've never exploited my true power, I've had to watch others get mocked at. Through their eyes, you can see the need for revenge. The need to show who's in charge, but instead they endure it and the pain inside them always seems to grow. The only place we're actually safe at is school. There is no separated classrooms or symbolic letters or objects, such as the Jewish Star, posted on our clothing. Without the knowledge of who is who, everyone tends to point their fingers at everyone. We may be friends but we would never trust each other. Yet this is where our story begins.
Alex was just like any other 17-year-old girl. She exceeded in her academic grades, but even though she was smart she was always laid back and enjoyed making her family and friends laugh.
Her parents constantly reminded her that it was her senior year of high school, and now was the time to consider colleges. And she constantly reminded them that she was well aware of this fact and she was already getting college recommendations from her teachers, but she was all so well aware of the fact that she too was a mutant. Neither of her parents were mutants, and she had never had the heart to tell them that she was a mutant and wouldn't be going to college because mutants weren't allowed there. She could no longer lie either because they had a way of finding out. I guess the strand of DNA of mutants were different from the normal DNA strand.
Her alarm clock rang out sending vibrations between the four walls of her bedroom. She quickly reached over and turned it off, before she had the sudden urge to send it hurling through the air at her bedroom walls, again. She could already hear the small pitter patter of her little brothers feet running towards her room.
Her brother had recently turned nine about a month ago, and already she could tell he was going to be mutant himself. Occasionally she would see sparks shot out within his eyes when he was upset about something. Of course, neither her parents or her brother realized it either. She was sure he would probably develop his powers amongst his first years of junior high.
"Alex, wake up!" By now her little brother had reached her room, ran through, and was now jumping up and down on her bed to wake her. Immediately she shot up and allowed her brother to rip her quilts away from her and sit himself down next to her.
"Alex, please!Show me again!" At 6 am in the morning the shouting would be considered an irratation by most, but she could never dislike her brother. He absolutely loved the fact that his sister had such a great trick. Alex in the end had decided not to tell anybody about her new found glory except for Gaberielle.
Alex sighed and held out her palm. Immediately her brother's eyes bulged from what he knew what was going to happen. Alex closed her eyes and willed for the flame to come forth. Her palm soon ignited with a small flame. Her brother now was looking like a deer caught in the headlights, still seeming for the rest of her trick to happen. Without further a due Alex changed the flames in her palm to shift different shades of colors. Gabe clapped his hands rhymetically while shades of green, pink, red, and blue exchanged spots in the palm on Alex's hand.
After about five minutes Alex sent her reluctent brother back to his room to get more sleep before he went to school. She on the other hand, was up and in the shower before you chould say supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. The warm water running down her body was a relieve from her everyday hectic life. There never seemed to be a break. Her parents were always out on business trips and barely home. Her best friend, star of the football team, always wanted her to go to a game. And her little brother always sided with him, which resulted in Alex and Gabe going to watch Brian play football every game.
Alex reluctently stepped out of her warm refuge. To shield her body from the cold she pulled a towel around her body and began to work on her outfit for school, once again. Thoughts rammed through her head as she changed. Why must her powers limit her from her potencial! She had yet the power to weild fire but the ability to move things with her mind. Two powers, why so special? She had always been considered the smart one. She was top in her class and was expected to go to the top colleges, but what would people think when she wasn't able to go on with her academic future. Disappointed, that's what.
At an hour later, Alex was bounding out the door to school, leaving her parents and little brother in the kitchen enjoying their morning together. She had to admit, no matter how long or often her parents were on trips she stilled loved them and enjoyed their company. Her walk in the morning was spent with her headphones over her ears and muttering the lyrics to her favorite songs.
A half hour later, Alex was racing to her first class hoping to not be late. Deep in her mind she knew that Brian would never be late. She knew his secret and would kept it with her for the rest of her life. The bell rang signalling that she had five minutes to get to her class before she was officially late.
Before Alex knew it, the day was flying by. She was currently now listening to her History teacher lecture them on Napolean. She had been paying close attention to the talk when she noticed that the rest of the students weren't paying attention at all to the teacher now. She took a quick questioning glance at Brian when he jabbed his thumbs toward the window. The noises that were now erupting from outside were commanding the students to rush to the window to get a good look. Immediately the side of the room was crammed with awestruck students.
The front lawn of their school was being invaded by large trucks and police and swat team vechiles. Each truck driver was now pulling open the wide doors as if they would to load something within. The swat teams were now rushing into the school, loaded with every possible weapon. You would think that they were trying to disentangle terriorists from there plans.
Shortly the principal came upon the intercom. " As all of you can unfortunately tell numerous trucks are pulled out in the front of our lawn along with the help of the police and swat team. We have recently reserved the word that the government has sent forth the order to empty out all residents from their homes and schools who are or possibly going to be mutants. Please, the swat teams will be going around the classrooms with clipboards stating those of us names that are mutants. I want you all to participate with them and create no disturbances. God bless you all." From that the intercom clicked off leaving all in a stunned silence. The noise in the classroom immediately erupted from a hushed whisper to total chaos.
Every room waited for their turn. Almost like we all were wanting for are verdict, or the thought of Judgement day had finally began. Nobody looked safe, everyone was thinking within of who was a mutant and who wasn't. Each knowing their own fate. Then came the moment at which the door to are room opened. Everyone stopped breathing and time seemed to stop as well.
The team of three men stepped into the center of the room and began to explain to us how they were to read the names off the clipboard and those of their names called were to step forth and would be ushered outside. They began to call names.
"Brian Yerabeck" The classroom immediately exploded with gasps. Brian had had such a bright future in football, and had been a very popular boy. Quite famous with the ladies many would say, but Alex had never seen him be but a gentleman.
"Havana Hudson" Nobody really was surprised from this. She was quite a quiet girl, only speaking when spoken too, but in her second year of high school someone had chosen to pick a fight with her and had lost miserably, coming out with a broken nose and quite a few bruises. Everyone became scared of her after that.
"And Alex Alderidge" Nobody had expected this at all, and were all standing wide mouthed as she stepped forth there the crowd of students. She was going to go to high colleges and maybe even become the first female president. That all but now went down the drain.
Alex and Brian exchanged knowing looks. Why were they being moved? They only knew that the president had called out this order, but what had they done. From their point of view, nothing.
"Please, sir. What's going on? What about our families?" Brian stepped out the group to face the officers. He situated himself in front of Alex knowing that she would probably break down if they didn't answer them. She always hated stunned silence.
"We've been given the order to remove and transport all mutants to a secluded location. And as for your families, if they're mutants too then you luck out, but if not you will not be seeing them again. Now, come on. Time to move."
"Why?" shouted Alex. She had pushed out from behind Brian and was now standing in front of the officer. Neither showing a sign of emotion or retreat.
"Because you're different." replied the officer coldly. Stepping past the other men, he removed himself from the room while the other two transported the group outside.
Nothing could discribe the scene at which the students were being transported. Outside the school stood two moving trucks at which the police began to stuff as much students as possible in each truck. Each could relate this situation to that of the Jews being transported to their deaths. The concentration camps. Alex clinged to the arm of Brian as he steered them through the crowd of students. Alex was more than positive that they too were going to be transported to a camp somewhere maybe even to their deaths. Their faces told all.
Some things never changed.