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A six-year-old girl laid in a dark room unable to sleep from the plane's outside side her blue eyes pierced the darkness while her dark skin blended in quietly she slipped out of her bed wood floors cool under her feet she walked down the stairs of her two-story house tracing the walls of her house when a loud crash rumbled through the young girls ears suddenly the wall she was under came tumbling down she heard her mom's screech and she felt the stones crushing her she fell to her knees and closed her eyes when she opened them she was buried sadness welled up inside her she saw a water drop run down a crack in the stones it was raining she was stuck in the trap fear running though her veins like liquid fire burning her skin and blurring her vision she started to shake as tears trickled down her face. She felt a strong breeze suddenly all the rocks around her fell off of her she climbed into the stormy night her white hair blowing in the wing the rain ran down her face she took one look at the destroyed she wanted to stay and find her parents but something in the wind was telling her to leave to run free voices were coming closer she whispered one last goodbye to her home and ran into the dark night with nothing but the cloths on her back her bare feet splashing in the mud young Ororo was now on her own but something told her that this was the way it was supposed to be.

For seven years parent less Ororo was alone on the streets she became an excellent pick pocket and theve one time when she was nine she became deathly ill but soon recovered under the care of a women who threw her out when she learned about Ororo's powers to control weather and fly Ororo wondered the streets alone again till one day she would meet a man who would change her world

Ororo was twelve now she had on worn out shoes a torn black shirt and ripped pants despite the fact it was early morning the sun was blistering hot on the baked egyptian ground Ororo didn't turn many eyes as she walked down the empty streets suddenly she saw a man holding a souvenir examining it silently Ororo slipped behind the man sliding her hand into the pocket unnoticed grabbing the wallet than she darted off behind the wall of a building watching the man her was had on a travelers hat and a dust brown outfit he put his hand in his back pocket for his wallet but when her didn't find it he looked straight at her did he see her no that was imposable nobody ever caught her the man started to run in her direction young Ororo fled the wallet falling out of her hand she hid behind a building till she saw the man walk away she thought about what had just happened she had never been caught before but she senced something diffrent about that man soon she dismissed the thought the day wore on as Ororo walked the streets that had been her home so long when the wind blew Ororo heard a small voice whisper something to her "free" it was a whispering wind she was used to them they had kept her alive this long.