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Chapter One: A Mysterious Encounter

I stared at myself in the mirror, not even sure how to feel anymore. That's what years of bullying and self hate does to a person. I know that it doesn't make anything better to be thinking that but how could I not? I know that they are right. Frowning, I pulled a brush through my long red hair. It's an unnatural colour, but completely natural. I used to adore it and it's colour, but now I'm unsure. It was one of the main topics being said behind my back. My green eyes used to shimmer with happiness and innocence, now they are dull and empty. I glared at myself then turned, walking towards the window in my room. The white curtains were hung and tied to the sides, giving the window a soft and inviting look. It made me smile, helped me remember that not all memories can be ugly or sad. I glanced out onto the lawn, seeing my mother down there also made me smile, a sad confused smile. I turned when she looked up at me. We used to have such a good relationship, but now it was all fighting and pain. Even though I am still young, being only 16, I know what real pain is.

I got up, scooping up my little kitty too, planning to sit with her on my couch downstairs and watch some TV. I ran my fingers down the side of the wall as I went down the stairs, humming as I went. As I got downstairs, I realized that my brothers were both there, one laying on the couch and the other sitting at the desk. I walked over to my brother on the couch and stood beside him. He looked up at me then away.

"What" He asked in a clipped tone. I frowned and looked at the couch, noting that the couch was covered in his things, making it impossible to sit down. I let the cat go and crossed my arms.

"Aaron, Please move your things so I can sit down." I asked him, my tone also clipped and annoyed. He glared at me and ignored my statement. I stood there and looked at him. Finally he groaned and looked at me.

"No, don't talk to me" He said in a snarky voice, making me glare.

"Move it or I will, and you know where I'll move it too" I said, sighing annoyed. He shook his head and then ignored me. I glared and grabbed an armful of his thing, walked upstairs and dumped all of them into the garbage. He screamed and yelled, running up the stairs. He pulled the garbage can out and started digging his things out. He screamed and walked over to me, pulling his hand back to hit me, him being bigger than me and older I wasn't shocked. This was a usual way of him getting me back. I flinched and he smacked me across the face. I turned and walked back downstairs, tears in my eyes, and sat on the couch. I heard the outside door open and I immediately shrunk back into the couch. My mother ran upstairs and started to sooth and console Aaron, even though nothing had happened to him that he hadn't deserved. I glanced at the stairs in a panic, but it was too late. My mother came thumping down the stairs with a frown on her face.

"Was that really necessary?" She glared. I glared back.

"I asked him to move his things and he was rude to me, so I moved them myself." I said, my voice lowering an octave. Her glare intensified.

"Oh so little miss princess Aubrey runs the house right?" She asked in a sharp voice. I glared at her.

"I asked him to move his things, not kill himself" I glared and she laughed a cold laugh.

"Right, like usual you're the boss. You should really think about how you want your life to be, because right now it isn't great" She smiled a cold condescending smile. I could feel the tears coming and I couldn't stop them.

"Right it's all my fault like usual" I glared and turned to run up the stairs. She grabbed my arm and turned me to face her. I gave her a glare and pulled my arm away.

"If I see one cut, you'll regret it" She smiled an angry smile. I glared at her.

"If I feel so low to cut myself like that, then at least you know it's your fault!" I could feel myself slipping away. As I breathed in deeply, I could see her eyes changing, from anger to fear. She screamed and jumped back, waving her arms around her.

"Aubrey, where are you?!" She yelled in anger, waving her arms about. I looked down at my hands and gasped at what I saw, or rather what I didn't see. My arms were completely invisible. And with a glance down, I could tell the rest of my body was too!

I backed up and glanced around, panic rising inside me. I needed to leave, to get away. I ran outside and down the street, getting farther and farther from the place I called home. I couldn't see them, but I knew there was tears streaming down my face. I slumped to the ground and pulled my knees to my chest. I didn't know where I was, only that I was leaning against the side of a building. I don't know how long I sat beside the building but eventually I could see myself again. I must look awful and gross. I looked up at the building and noticed it was a bar and grill. I got up slowly and walked in, taking a seat at the back of the room. When someone came over to take my order all I ordered was a glass of water. I looked around and finally decided to pull out my phone. I had three texts from my mother and two missed calls. I glared at the screen and shoved the phone into my pocket. That's when I noticed two young men had taken the seats across from me were giving me this look. I glanced at them in curiosity.

"And you are?" I asked with curiosity clear in my voice. The one man with slightly long brown hair and sparkly blue eyes smiled a very charming smile at me.

"I am Charles Xavier, and this is my friend Erik" He said and I felt myself nod slightly. There was a pause before he spoke again with a slight smirk on his face.

"And you are..." He gave me a look and I gasped slightly, forgetting that I hadn't yet introduced myself.

"Oh! I'm Aubrey Dennings" I smiled and then looked over to Erik and saw him roll his eyes. I glared at him.

"So uh, what do you want?" I asked, trying not to sound rude. Charles laughed and Erik just crossed his arms over his chest with an annoyed expression.

"We are here because, well, we are like you. You can do something very unique right?" He asked with a soft smile and I gasped slightly. How did he know?

"I know because, both me and Erik are like you, only different. I can move things and read peoples minds with my own. Erik can control anything that is made of metal." He smiled again and I jumped up. No this wasn't happening. I was starting to freak out, they were judging me, I could tell. I heard Erik gasp and looked down to not see anything. I felt the panic coming back and looked at Charles quickly.

"You have nothing to fear Aubrey. We are here to help you. We can help you control your gift. But most importantly we are not judging you." Charles said in a soothing voice. I smiled slightly, even though he couldn't see it. Maybe this is what I needed, an escape from slipping away.