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They feel it around her.249Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlO0qNe8Arc
They can't explain it.249Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF2mfaDMYIB
She looks innocent.249Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM475JQKZx6
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.249Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVCvaOauZg7
She wasn't a child.249Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLr6KiKQiKM
She was a soldier.249Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ578RV6aIVI
She was a warrior.249Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR2qmwkZDvO
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.249Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnsRZXG4YL1
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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.249Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtyE80qHroh
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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.249Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlxAup5rmQT
The redhead spoke. "Hello, Hazel."249Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfVSHpZsIZx
Silence. She noticed a man in a wheelchair and a man with strange red glasses. Then... "Who?"249Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0sUnhw8kiS
And Jean's heart broke.249Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz4QzQASqkJ
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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.249Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHo1TWv4fwx
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.249Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnOeU0J1XsJ
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.249Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcpuuE8f3IF
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.249Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX6OMzfK1Rk
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.249Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJggD7FWQR7
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.249Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSRxTdakb08
Hazel didn't care.249Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhbKNUmRHyv
She had a home.249Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZyg1GOvxS0
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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!249Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ28m9WaAF2K
Please comment and make my day as I wallow through my angsty teen years.249Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡznk1cnSucL
lol. Happy Thanksgiving!249Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoxCRWbB573
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