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They feel it around her.166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvksq6ATpLE
They can't explain it.166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO4iiaMnoee
She looks innocent.166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQ7iHZiNV5g
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.166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVfsqDHSVQf
She wasn't a child.166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUt0wE6NDog
She was a soldier.166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdDNzYauHQ4
She was a warrior.166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj8PGKRF3zV
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.166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAxQz9EC38Z
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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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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.166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQYgp6zuzWT
The redhead spoke. "Hello, Hazel."166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHc5QSnmtUE
Silence. She noticed a man in a wheelchair and a man with strange red glasses. Then... "Who?"166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGfnHEg57fw
And Jean's heart broke.166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnAw92I4ct1
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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.166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZm3qvS9AeM
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.166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0NCeuMI8Jn
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.166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMf1TJ9XO5m
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.166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ91qempGMOt
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.166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfoOPKC0FHo
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.166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoingegDcZr
Hazel didn't care.166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhgUrjoO6Py
She had a home.166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4WJlJhMx9g
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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!166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCpy8rwBv3I
Please comment and make my day as I wallow through my angsty teen years.166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgY5IPsJ3yn
lol. Happy Thanksgiving!166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ4CGoSybVf
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