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They feel it around her.143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8vCJSS0lOi
They can't explain it.143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4dHEL3Dush
She looks innocent.143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxpbLElkbAc
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.143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡum6VnlFf9e
She wasn't a child.143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvEzCz07atn
She was a soldier.143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS85OIZkFr7
She was a warrior.143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrk3kOEEuTO
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.143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRjUGXCVZWu
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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.
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Freak.143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡn4ZyoenKAi
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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.143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcV68smYGFh
The redhead spoke. "Hello, Hazel."143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5wqtBpCcZQ
Silence. She noticed a man in a wheelchair and a man with strange red glasses. Then... "Who?"143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOpYjHGDxMf
And Jean's heart broke.143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSGwyn72BO3
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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.143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpfWSYYrP4f
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.143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7NH4GE7J9D
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.143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTw51F4TymE
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.143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ313MEEd3Em
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.143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlfBVQBnlAe
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.143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNcCSLeGIh1
Hazel didn't care.143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGQFsrLeqUG
She had a home.143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIhpIK921uQ
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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!143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjMNNNHC6XF
Please comment and make my day as I wallow through my angsty teen years.143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ577EaNlgsz
lol. Happy Thanksgiving!143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXn9VVr3ltH
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