The X-Men: Born Different.

Prolouge:  Yo dudes this isn't really a prolouge haha just a heads up or synopsis, you know call it what you want.  Anyway this is my story with some of MY characters I have/am inventing along with classic Marvel characters. Its from a first person P.O.V but that "first person" is gonna change everyonce in a while.  The first character you'll meet is Andrew Bressette a White American dude who's about 16 and lives in a small town and his powers, well you and him will find out soon enough.

"WHY GOD?!"  I screamed and I had good reason too, it was six a.m, cold as balls, my alarm was evil and I had school today.  I got up and struggled to turn off my alarm and make my way to the bathroom and it literally was a struggle, I had clothes all over the floor in my room.  I liked to keep my room clean, but there was never any time.  In my tiny bathroom I looked into my mirror, even though I was still so very, very tired and hadn't showered yet I was really happy with what I saw.  I had the dirty blonde hair with the sides shorter than the rest of my hair, which is the way I cut it myself.  And I had my  brown eyes and huge black eyebrows, I loved that my eyebrows and hair were naturally two different colors just cause it was so hilarious.  I wasn't being trying to be cocky be my face was pretty handsome aside from a little acne.  The rest of my body I was really proud of though I grew up being a little chubby and now I was in peak condition.  Pretty muscular and well toned even though I was kind of short.  I used to hate being short, but its whatever nothing I can do to change it.  I got in the shower after turning on some music I decided today was a Velvet Underground kinda day and Sweet Jane came on first.  As I let the cool water wake me up I started thinking about today, yesterday and tomorrow.

Today was Friday, thank god.  Even though I had school and most likely tests there is nothing better than enjoying a friday night how ever you want.  Fortunately I didn't have work today, I worked at a local record shop.  It was called Stevie's Records.  Stevie was my boss ofcourse and he was a total hippie and one of my best friends, but work on a Friday is just a bummer.  Specifically today I had Songwriter's club and some practice for Track.  I liked running and I was pretty fast even though when I was younger and chunkier I hated it, but right now my mile time was at 6 minutes which isn't too shabby.  There's always room for improvement, but I thought that maybe I should skip Track today to hang out after Songwriter's club.  Songwriter's club was the only club I had ever been a part of in High School so far and I didn't plan on join anymore, this was my second year of High School and I was busy enough.  I thought maybe after school I could skate with some bros or maybe go to the mall and do some hoodrat shit, I hated the fucking mall, but now that I'd taken a new approach to it that approach being playing practical jokes and causing minor problems for security it was alot more enjoyable.  I could try and schedule a band practice but it would be last minute and it's friday.  My band had some of my best friends in it and we mostly played punk but our songs covered all sorts of genres and we loved doing Johnny Cash covers.  Or maybe I'd get really lucky and find some party to go to.  I've been on the look out for a girl to get with for a while right now there's a million girls in my life and they all other hate me or love me like a brother.  Girls that hate you are a little hard to date and people that date their siblings are kinda creepy haha.

After about fifteen minutes of thinking and washing I hopped out the shower and changed into some clothes I grabbed from my room, Some gray Levi's that are tighter around the legs and looser every where else.  My favorite shirt, an off white tee that says "Nobody knows I'm Secretly a LESBIAN" its beautiful.  And just some plain boxers and socks.  Now, getting shoes on would be hard.  I have tons, and I love them all haha they're one of my few obsessions, weird or whatever but, all the other kids got their pumped up kicks.  Quickly I decided on some black and purple slip-ons.  I grabbed my I-pod and cell phone from my room and went into the main room.  I lived in a studio apartment on broadway, the main street of the town I lived in.  I used to live in a decent size house, but when my mom died my sister and me of course couldn't afford to live there.  My sister isn't that much older than me, she's 26 and was 24 when our mother died.  The county court decided she could be my guardian since she had a job and I was adamant about being with her more than anyone else in my family.  She didn't work today so she was still asleep as I got myself some cereal and turned on the news.  Unlike most people I know I like to watch the news, something I got from my mom.  I wasn't really paying attention because it was commercials when I turned on the dinky TV in the largest room of our apartment.  It was connected to the kitchen and the bathroom was near the kitchen and my room and my sister's room were adjacent to each other on the left side of the main room.  Anyway I was checking my texts, ofcourse there weren't any.  Then I looked up and this prick was talking to the regular news casters Bill Redding and Jane Fields.  The prick was Oscar Riccardi.  He had been friend's with my grand father and he was extremeley wealthy and had a powerful say in the local media and politics.  He was racist, homophobic, ignorant, loud, proud and stupid if you ask me, but if you talk loud enough people will listen to you.  Today he was talking about mutants.  I was really excited stories about mutants rarely ever come on the news.  It was a fairly new topic too.  I really hadn't looked into it, apparently mutants were some what common and they were normal people born with a special gene that made them spectacular in some way.  It was like evolution or something.  The only mutant I'd ever heard of was this guy Xavier, an older crippled guy who had released books about mutants and made press conferences and appearances on talk shows..  He seemed like a real stand-up guy.  Someone you could trust.