Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men or the characters, no matter how much I wish I did.
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"When were you going to tell me this?!" Alice screamed at her parents, too upset to remember she was in the middle of a crowded restaurant. She had just confronted her parents about the envelope full of official documents that had made its way into her locker the week before.
"Alice please calm down-"
"Calm down? Really? You're not even my real parents!" She shouted at them, painfully reminded of what she had learned. Inside the envelope had been a letter from her birth mother, pictures of her and Alice's father and brothers, and her real birth certificate. "Were you ever going to actually tell me?"
Her mother sighed, "No, we weren't Ali. To us you were our daughter, no matter where you came from, by the time we were going to, it was too late. It would have crushed you.
"You're right, Alice snapped. "I'm going to stay at a friend's house for a while, so don't wait up for me." And with that she stomped out, ignoring her family's protests. Once she had walked a few blocks, Ali broke down. Reaching into her backpack she pulled out the papers her mother had given her.
Dear Alice,
I have written this letter many times, but it never seemed to come out right. How could I explain to you what I did? How could I get you to understand? I have to try… My name is Raven Darkholme, and 16 years ago I gave birth to a beautiful little girl, and that girl was you. I was at a difficult place in my life, and the world I lived in was dangerous, too dangerous to bring a child into. So I did what I had to do, I left you there, at the hospital where you were born. I can understand if you hate me for that, if you resent me, and I suppose, I hate myself, for not being able to give you the life that you deserved. It was a few years later that I decided to look for you, to find out what had happened. The world I found you in was a peaceful one, not full of the war that I still fight to this day. You had a family, two loving parents and a younger sister. I convinced myself that you did not need me in your life, that it would be better without my life and my choices to shadow your view of the world. I'm sure you have many questions about your father, and the rest of your family. First, your father's name is James Howlett, though I heard he is going by Logan nowadays… He does not know about your existence, though I did name him on your birth certificate. I wanted to give you a way out, an escape did you ever need it. You also have two brothers, one older and one younger. Your older brother is named Graydon Creed, and yes, it is the same anti-mutant madman that you see on the television. I suppose that is my fault, giving him up when I could no longer take care of him. Kurt Wagner is your younger brother, and last I heard, he was staying at a school for mutants where your father lives. I hope that you will find them and maybe someday I will see you again. And no matter what the people who adopted you called you, you will always be my Anna Marie. I love you Anna, please try to forgive me.
-Mom
My name isn't even Alice she thought, rereading the letter what seemed like the hundredth time. Pulling out a phone, Alice called the one friend she trusted to help her. "Jen?" She asked when her friend picked up the phone.
"Ali? What's up? You sound like you've been crying."
"Do you think your mom would let me stay at your house for a while? I need to get away from everything; I swear I'll explain later."
"Of course, just tell me where you are, we'll come pick you up."
"I'm in front of the bakery, thanks J. I'll tell you what's going on when you get here." She hung up and sat against the wall, grateful that she had just gotten back from a weekend with her grandma, so there was no need to go get any more clothes. After about five minutes a car pulled up to the curve and Alice opened the door to get in.
"How are you Ali?" Jen's mom asked from the driver's seat. "Jen said that you were having problems at home?"
"Well last week I found an envelope stuffed in my locker at school, and it had a letter from my mom in it… my birth mom." Jen gasped where she was sitting in the passenger seat.
"You're ADOPTED?!" she shrieked. "Wow, I did not see that coming." Ali just nodded and played with her long brown hair, twirling the strange white streaks.
"Here's my birth certificate," she said, handing over a piece of paper.
Name: Anna Marie Darkholme
Mother's name: Raven Anne Darkholme
Father's name: James Logan Howlett
Jen's eyes widened as she looked at the certificate. "So your real name is Anna Marie?"
"Apparently," Alice sighed. "I have to admit, I like it much better than Alice Lynn Cole." She added. The rest of the drive was quiet as Jen and her mother absorbed what Alice had told them, and she found that she did not mind at all.