"She's your daughter! You talk to her!" a woman's voice screamed.
"Emily is our daughter! You can't just disown her because she's special!" a man yelled.
"She's not special she's a freak!" the woman yelled.
"Our daughter is not a freak!" the man yelled.
Upstairs a 13 year old girl shoved her earbuds into her ears and started playing Skillet as loud as she could stand. It wasn't rare for her parents to fight but it was always over work or finances. Never before had it been about Emily. She cringed when she heard her mothers voice raise even louder, screaming about her being a freak who should be put out on the streets. Emily walked over to her dresser and looked in the mirror. He red hair fell to her waist and her green eyes were a bit brighter than they had been a week ago but she was still herself, even if she had powers that she couldn't control. She was still herself.
Still hearing screams downstairs Emily frowned. "I'm not a freak, but mom hates me now....I can't stay here." she said to herself as she grabbed a backpack. She shoved a couple shirts, a pair of pants, shorts and a few socks in the main compartment. In one side pocket she rolled up a white undershirt and put it in there and in the other she shoved two or three pairs of ankle socks. In the small compartment on the front she grabbed some Big 100 meal replacement bars from a drawer in her room and shoved them in there as well as some protein bars and poptarts. She's always been the type to hide stuff in her room. Opening a different drawer she pulled out a box of sudaphed and a box of mucinex, then shoved both in the bottom of the small pocket.
With her bag packed she walked over to the window and opened it. Living downtown did make sneaking out, or running away, easy. She glanced at her room, looking for anything else she wanted. She spotted a photo of her and her cousin Julian playing and grabbed it, quickly pulling it from the frame and shoving it in her hoodie pocket. She ducked out her window and onto the metal fire escape, struggling to close the window from the outside. She climbed down, running past the window in the kitchen where her parents were still screaming at each other. She got to the bottom and jumped off the latter.
Looking around she was unsure of where to go. If she went to family or friends they would just take her home. So she just ran down the street, letting her feet carry her wherever they wanted to. It was a while until she got tired and stopped for a breathers. Only then did she notice her feet had carried her across the border of safe places to the mutant side of town, though that didn't matter very much now that Emily is a mutant. Maybe now this is the safe side of town.
"Emily is our daughter! You can't just disown her because she's special!" a man yelled.
"She's not special she's a freak!" the woman yelled.
"Our daughter is not a freak!" the man yelled.
Upstairs a 13 year old girl shoved her earbuds into her ears and started playing Skillet as loud as she could stand. It wasn't rare for her parents to fight but it was always over work or finances. Never before had it been about Emily. She cringed when she heard her mothers voice raise even louder, screaming about her being a freak who should be put out on the streets. Emily walked over to her dresser and looked in the mirror. He red hair fell to her waist and her green eyes were a bit brighter than they had been a week ago but she was still herself, even if she had powers that she couldn't control. She was still herself.
Still hearing screams downstairs Emily frowned. "I'm not a freak, but mom hates me now....I can't stay here." she said to herself as she grabbed a backpack. She shoved a couple shirts, a pair of pants, shorts and a few socks in the main compartment. In one side pocket she rolled up a white undershirt and put it in there and in the other she shoved two or three pairs of ankle socks. In the small compartment on the front she grabbed some Big 100 meal replacement bars from a drawer in her room and shoved them in there as well as some protein bars and poptarts. She's always been the type to hide stuff in her room. Opening a different drawer she pulled out a box of sudaphed and a box of mucinex, then shoved both in the bottom of the small pocket.
With her bag packed she walked over to the window and opened it. Living downtown did make sneaking out, or running away, easy. She glanced at her room, looking for anything else she wanted. She spotted a photo of her and her cousin Julian playing and grabbed it, quickly pulling it from the frame and shoving it in her hoodie pocket. She ducked out her window and onto the metal fire escape, struggling to close the window from the outside. She climbed down, running past the window in the kitchen where her parents were still screaming at each other. She got to the bottom and jumped off the latter.
Looking around she was unsure of where to go. If she went to family or friends they would just take her home. So she just ran down the street, letting her feet carry her wherever they wanted to. It was a while until she got tired and stopped for a breathers. Only then did she notice her feet had carried her across the border of safe places to the mutant side of town, though that didn't matter very much now that Emily is a mutant. Maybe now this is the safe side of town.
