AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hope you guys liked the first part of this chapter. Sorry for the spelling error. I meant to spell "mutie" for mutant, and it accidently was spelled "mutty". But I'm fixing that error. I'm also writing in character narration for this part of chapter just like the first one. The future upcoming chapters, however, will not be written the same. Most of the rest of the story will be in plain story form. Just thought I'd tell you guys that to avoid any confussion or flames twoards me. Ok, enjoy part 2!

DISCLAIMER: I own no X-Men/Marvel characters, except the girl of the story.

CHAPTER 1, PRT 2:

HAND IN MY POCKET

I'm broke, but I'm happy

I'm poor, but I'm kind

I'm short, but I'm happy, yeah

I'm high, but I'm grounded

I'm sane, but I'm overweamed

I'm lost, but I'm hopefull, baby

And what it all comes down to

Is that everything's going to be fine, fine, fine

Cause' I 've got one hand in my pocket

And the other one is giving a high five

I guess that's what we should all remember, right? Just like the song, if you got one hand in your pocket, the other one can do, well, whatever it wants. It could make any situation better or worse. Well, that's what I think it means to me.

I was thinking of that song while I was walking home from work tonight. I work at The North Star Bar, it's a small bar in Broadway. It's quite a dump, if I must add. But if it can pay for a 16 and a half year old's rent, it's better then nothing.

I feel drunk, but I'm sober

I'm young and I'm underpaid

I'm tired, but I'm working, yeah

I care, but I'm restless

I'm here, but I'm really gone

I'm wrong, and I'm sorry, baby

Anyways, "Hands in My Pocket" was the last song playing when I left work. So I just thought of the song's lyrics for a little bit, and I thought about how my own life ties in with this song. It's kinda ironic how it matches so well with my story.

Ok, I'll admit it, my life so far hasn't really been so "storybook perfect"(not like anybody else has either). Neither has it really been normal. But it's not as bad as it could of been, or already was.

I was a small baby when I was abandoned by my mother. Or my father. Maybe it was by both of my parents. I don't know and neither does anybody else. All I know was that the day I was abandoned by someone, I was left at the front porch steps of Patrica Montgomery's home. She would be later on know as Grams, my Grams. She didn't have the heart to leave me at some orphanage. So she decided to raise me as her own granddaughter.

It wasn't very long until she discovered that I wasn't no ordinary baby. I was special, very special. And when I say special, I mean I was blessed with special "gifts". Gifts meaning that I was, and always will be a mutant. My powers, which are advanced healing, seeing, smelling, and hearing, were active since birth. This is rare in most mutants because most mutants recive their powers during puberty, when they are highly stressed. But in my case, the only possible explanation for the early activation is that both of my parents would have to be mutants. Yay for me, I've been a freak since the day that I was born!

All this news never startled or surprised Grams a bit. She was married to a mutant, my Grandpa Jack Montgomery, for nearly 25 years. They also had their only child, Ami, who was one to. So Grams was pretty use to people like me.

But unfortunetly, she's also had her share of the viloence people in this world resort to. By the time I came into Gram's life, she was overcoming the tragic loss of both Ami and Jack. They were both brutaly murdered by a gang of anti-mutant protestors. Grams herself, barely survived the attack. But she always overlooked the sorrow and knew that she was meant to live to care for me. She use to tell me all the time that I was truely a gift from God. And I'm so thankful she had the heart to care for me when nobody else did. I just wished I would of shown it more before she left this world.

That was the past, though. And today, I'm miles away from Delacour, Alberta, Canada. I've only been here for 7 months now, hoping to find answers that will connect me to my parents. If they're even alive, that is. But I really think after all the many places I've been that I found the right city. The hope I need to find them is somewhere in this city. I'm just looking for the needle in the haystack, which might take awhile.

And now it's exactly 4:36 a.m., and if I don't get some sleep now I die of exhastion. So goodnight Mom and Dad. Wherever you are.

I'm free but I'm focused

I'm green but I'm wise

I'm hard but I'm friendly baby

I'm sad but I'm laughing

I'm brave but I'm chicken shit

I'm sick but I'm pretty baby

What it all boils down to Is that no one's really got it figured out just yet

I've got one hand in my pocket And the other one is playing the piano

What it all comes down to my friends Is that everything's just fine fine fine

I've got one hand in my pocket And the other one is hailing a taxi cab...

END OF CH.1

"Hand in My Pocket" by Alanis Morissette