Meanwhile, in Chicago Illinois
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Katherine Anne "Kitty" Pryde had always been considered weird by all her classmates. She had always enjoyed the freezing cold more than the warmth. She had always preferred long-sleeved jackets during summer because it looked nice. She'd been against the Mutant Registration Act since its inception.
But now, as she was half-phased through her living room ceiling and her bedroom's floor, she fully understood the strange looks she often got at school.
There she was in her bedroom, finishing some rather stressful algebra homework, when she began falling through her chair. If that wasn't disorienting enough for poor Kitty, then having her head sticking out of the living room ceiling while the rest of her body was in her room was.
Disorienting…. and cool! 'Sweet! I'm a mutant like that girl from down the street!' Kitty thought, eyes boggling at the realization. Carefully, she began thinking of her body being thin like mist. As if on command, her body began phasing through the rest of the ceiling.
Kitty screamed, more out of surprise than fear as she fell down onto the coffee table and phased through half of it. 'Whoa!' she thought as she stood up in the middle of the table.
"Kitty? !" cried Kitty's mother, running into the living room to see her daughter standing in the middle of the table, making her scream in shock.
"Hey mom, check this out!" laughed Kitty, jumping from the table to the middle of the couch, twirling into the TV and out into the potted plants, laughing happily at her newfound talent the entire time.
"Pretty cool, huh mom?" she asked, turning to see her mother brandishing a knife at her. "F-FREAK! YOU DIRTY FREAK! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" her mother screamed hysterically.
"W-what the? Mom, it's still me!" Kitty gasped, backing away from her mother's sudden transformation. Her mother's eyes filled with a mad light, horror and terror lacing the edges of her gaze.
"Y-you aren't my daughter! I could never give birth to a FREAK! You and my real daughter must've been switched when you were born! That's it! You're not my daughter! You never were!" cried Mrs. Pryde, delighted at her newfound delusion.
"B-but mom, I-!" "NO! You're not my daughter! Get out of my house, you FREAK OF NATURE!" screamed Mrs. Pryde, lunging forward with the kitchen knife.
And poor Kitty Pryde did the only sensible thing she could think of; she ran for it. Bolting past her mother and phasing through her outstretched arm, she ran for the door, not bothering to open it but phasing through it into the dark, cruel nighttime.
And so Kitty Pryde ran away from home.
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A/N: FYI, I made this encounter up; I've never read the comics, so I don't know what really happened. Don't judge my imagination! Hope you like, next chapter should be longer unless I get lazy. BTW if you want me to update faster, then leave comments or vote for this story on my profile poll! Laters!
-Wind