Fear.88Please respect copyright.PENANAGS98hdDbIJ
They feel it around her.88Please respect copyright.PENANA8e8ptBP48G
They can't explain it.88Please respect copyright.PENANANpTwo1Egwe
She looks innocent.88Please respect copyright.PENANAr2lY6NbNQn
A small girl with dark red hair and the brightest green eyes anyone had ever seen. High cheekbones and an angled face. An innocent face for everyone. Yet she never smiled. She never laughed. She never cried. They supposed she forgot how. How to show emotion. How to be a child.88Please respect copyright.PENANAV0aPTJLgRG
She wasn't a child.88Please respect copyright.PENANADHh1zx9Ti7
She was a soldier.88Please respect copyright.PENANAH8WF0spOR4
She was a warrior.88Please respect copyright.PENANAUEDjcgzebk
When had they started to distance themselves from her? They can't really say. They just knew that something had changed. She was seven years old and she terrified them. They remembered when she was upset over Vernon's beating and the light began to vibrate and then exploded. She could do that.88Please respect copyright.PENANAnV8Vnm9d1H
Make things move.88Please respect copyright.PENANA2j2VwtqZRB
They still remember when they found out what she was. When it all made sense. Petunia had known she was a squib when there was no magic and had taken great pride in terrorizing the young redhead who looked so like Lily. Her Lily. Yet things still moved. Nothing else strange or abnormal. No changing colors or blooming flowers. Just moving objects. They dealt with it and then they heard it. On the street. Someone had just gotten evicted and they heard the word that changed their lives.
Mutant.88Please respect copyright.PENANA3Y9Ah46YaK
Freak.88Please respect copyright.PENANAiDENsd4KB7
Mutant.88Please respect copyright.PENANAaD4L1ZgCNK
Freak.88Please respect copyright.PENANA5E3ZrSewl5
Soon it became the same word. The girl didn't know her name until they came. Oh, the saviors. She was eight. Malnourished and beaten, she stared at the redhead who looked familiar for some reason.88Please respect copyright.PENANACVL7dugZtc
The redhead spoke. "Hello, Hazel."88Please respect copyright.PENANAVnjDxVAFQW
Silence. She noticed a man in a wheelchair and a man with strange red glasses. Then... "Who?"88Please respect copyright.PENANAi6UDomZ8WB
And Jean's heart broke.88Please respect copyright.PENANAhah62d3Iuw
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A few months later and she lived with the mutants. She learned why things shake around her. Telekinesis. To move things with one's mind. Jean did it too. Jean and Scott had taken her in and were much like parents. It had taken her a while to stop responding to Girl and Freak and Whore. Charles had been saddened so deeply for weeks after she revealed why she thought her name was Whore.88Please respect copyright.PENANAs7AdRm3wBM
She could sometimes feel it. That sadness. She never mentioned it and Charles never spoke about the incident again. She found a friend in another girl. Rogue. It wasn't her real name and once, under the cover of night and loneliness, Rogue had told her it was Marie. Hazel swore to never use it and called Rogue by her chosen name.88Please respect copyright.PENANARuIJkMmLRR
Then there was Catherine. Cathy was a girl with a remarkable ability to write. Hazel would watch, captivated, as Cathy ran her hands over a notebook and perfect handwriting would edge out notes. It was beautiful.88Please respect copyright.PENANAsByvUchIzF
She learned more every day and wanted to discover everything. As she was an eight-year-old, they often ignored her and it had taken many months before the other mutants noticed that she flinched from loud noises, hated belts, and set the table automatically along with a hundred more inane chores.88Please respect copyright.PENANAHWZMr7TJqH
It was really dug in when she spent hours in the garden only to drop from heat exhaustion. She woke up when Rogue and another girl found her and had made a scene when she realized it was nearly nighttime yet the garden wasn't done and her other chores weren't either. The mutants had sympathized.88Please respect copyright.PENANAd4GJT3QUpI
They sat down with her and explained that she had no chores and that they didn't care about the garden. Several swore murder against the relatives.88Please respect copyright.PENANA4f6WwRZ1SY
Hazel didn't care.88Please respect copyright.PENANAbBMTCasStA
She had a home.88Please respect copyright.PENANAofShU9wwRA
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A/N: A bit depressing for a start but since her abuse makes up so many pieces of her personality, I found it best to include it. This is simply a prologue so future chapters will be longer, I promise. Also, quick question. Where do you think she should go house-wise? I have arguments made for all but want your opinions!88Please respect copyright.PENANACovGzjN5FI
Please comment and make my day as I wallow through my angsty teen years.88Please respect copyright.PENANA9TwVWf4vbc
lol. Happy Thanksgiving!88Please respect copyright.PENANAUHQrnWhkjb
-Diana88Please respect copyright.PENANA3J0LHvTYqD