• As usual, I took the long way home. It's not like my parents care about when I'm home, they're the ones who arent present in my life, in my house. They practically live at the lab they work at. They were the jerks who helped to create that dumb 'cure' the humans love to dish out. I hate the cure. I'm not like my parents. True, I am interested in science, but only mutant biology. Don't tell my parents, they would take away my textbooks. Seriously. They hate mutants with a passion. Why don't I hate them? Simple. I am one.
    Oooh, big surprise, right?This is about mutants, people! My POV! A mutant's way of life!! Don't like it? Go ahead, tell my parents. I'd kill them before they could report me. I'm not even their child anyway, they told me I was adopted. They told me when I was FIVE!! They deserve the crappy child raising award. But enough about them. Let me explain about myself. I have the power to fly. Yes, I have wings. What color, I hear you say? Why, any color! It's a gift within a gift! Here's the messy, painful part: I can fold my wings back into my body, but every time that I have to pull my wings back out, it hurts like heck. Well, that's me! Oh, my jerk of a friend Tessa is a mutant too. She influences people with her voce. Doesn't work on me though. Her mutant name is Syren. She got that from some book. Pffft, not like I care. I don't have a mutant name. Not yet. My sister does. Oh, and you thought I was an only child! Nooo, i was blessed with a gorgeous, jealousy inducing, kickass sister. Not that she makes ME jealous, cuz i look like her. We're twins. Her name is Fyte. Maybe I should be Flyte... OK! Flight it is! Oh, here at my house already? The forest seems too quiet today. I hope nothing's wrong...