Disclaimer: I do not own X-men but if you read about a character you don't recognize they are probably mine
A.P. walked around in search for the right place to enter. She pulled her light jacket tighter to her in attempt to stop the breeze from getting in. She clutched the strap to her small beaten up leather backpack to keep it from falling off her shoulder. As she walked she attempted to shove her messy brown hair out of her dark brown eyes and back into the gray hat she was wearing. The brown waves were always tucked into a hat or sloppily thrown up in a pony tail. Her hair was only one of the things that aggravated her constantly. Although it never took much to aggravate her. Right now the small town's lack of a decent food store was quite aggravating. Stopping suddenly her attention turned to a window. The store on the other side of the window was full of snacks and drinks. The bell on the door jingled as she walked in and the man behind the register looked up from his newspaper.
"Good morning," he said with a huge fake smile on his face. A.P. gave a silent nod and walked in looking around. There were only a few more customers in the store besides her. A woman with a young kid getting a slurpie and a boy that looked a little older than her. She walked around one of the aisles hidden from everyone's site and grabbed a Gatorade from one of the freezers. She looked around the only person she could see was the boy who was now not standing far from her. He glanced over at her and she promptly looked back down. A.P. gave herself a second and looked back at him he was walking away from her. Perfect, she thought and without hesitation slid her backpack down her arm, looked at the drink and willed with everything in her that the right power would come and go to the drink. The familiar sensation ran down her arm and into her hand. The drink immediately went invisible. She nonchalantly put it in her backpack having no idea she wasn't the only one who saw the little display of power.
The other aisles were filled with all the food she could want. She found a bag of Doritos and went to pick it up. She abruptly stopped when she saw the boy at the end of the aisle stare at her. He was leaning against one of the shelves and was annoyingly flicking what looked like a lighter open and closed. A.P. didn't like him she knew he was not up to any good. She had to leave the store as quickly as possible. Tightening her grip on the bag she turned on her heal and walked quickly. No one was watching her as she turned around the other aisle. Her eyes were on the door and walking as fast as she could she made the bag go invisible. Her pace quickened as she got closer to the exit. Come on A.P. almost there. She told herself, almost out the door one more step and….
"Stop!" the man behind the register yelled. She came to an abrupt stop but still faced thee door as the man spoke to her back. A.P. was careful to keep the arm that held the invisible bag of Doritos straight at her side so the bag wouldn't crumple and make a noise.
"Girl with the backpack, mind showing me what's in there?" A.P. clenched her jaw in anger but kept her eyes on the door. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the boy leaning on a shelf with a stupid smirk on his face enjoying the show. A.P. just wanted to punch him and see if he still had the smirk then. "Excuse me miss?" A.P.'s anger built up again. She felt a familiar sensation run down her arm and into her hand. NO!!! She screamed inwardly but it was too late. The invisible bag of Doritos burst into flames. On an impulsive move she whirled around and threw the bag down in surprise. As soon as it left her touch the flames and the bag were visible.
The man behind the register's jaw dropped and fear was etched in his face. A face that A.P. saw almost where ever she went. Before too many people could get themselves together and process what happen she turned and ran out of the store. Her powers drawing a small crowd of people. They scattered in front of her creating a man-made path for her to run through. She felt the cold stares that were all over her as ran. Her lungs felt like they were going to explode they begged for air as she ran near the point of exhaustion. Then she heard police sirens. She knew she could not stop. Exhaustion started to take over her. Panting hard she was barely moving at a jog. The police were gaining on her, sirens blaring and red and blue flooded the area. Hair was in her eyes as the hat blew off and she search for a solid wall. The police had her in there vision and were easily gaining on her. She saw a brick building and realized it was her only choice. As much as her body would allow she picked up her pace. As she ran she concentrated and when her body started to fill with the familiar feeling she dove. She passed through the wall with ease and rolled to a stop on the hard floor.