I twirled my black hair and stared at the principal with a bored expression. I got into another fight in the hall after I heard someone call me a 'freak' about my eyes, which are cat-eye yellow. My mom walked in with a sigh.

"What did Ace do this time?" She asked as she sat down.

"He fought and injured another student." He said.

"Its just a bloody nose. It's not like I broke it." I muttered.

"You still assaulted another student, Ace. That's unacceptable." He said.

"So he's allowed to call me a freak and get away with it?" I glare at him.

"He wasn't physically attacking you, so yes." The principal replied. "You're suspended for three days. If you fight another student one more time, expulsion.

I growl at him and my mom walks me out of the principal's office so I can get my stuff. That prick doesn't know how hard it is for a sixth grader with a weird eye gene. Everyone immediately assumes I'm a mutie. I grab my backpack and follow mom out the door. I sit in the passenger seat of the car with my arms crossed.

"Azazel-"

"It's Ace." I cut her off. She looks at me and I sigh, "sorry mom."

"It's fine. I understand why you fought that kid. I'm just disappointed that you gave in and fought him over such a small thing."

"It's not a small thing ma. It happens every day! I tried to get the teachers to do something, but they don't listen to me because I'm just a stupid kid." I growl to myself.

"There's not much I can do about that. This is your last year here until you go to junior high. Just hang in there kiddo." She runs my head and starts the car.

We drive through Parker, Pennsylvania, the smallest town in this frikkin country, and I recognize every. Single. Person. We. Pass. I huff and slouch in my seat as we turn a corner into the road we live on. We pulled into our driveway and I shoulder my backpack. I march inside, throw my backpack on my bed, then launch myself beside it. I jumped as high as I could and propelled myself forward a few inches.

My feet hang off my bed and I remain face-down on it. I groan loudly and punch my pillow. At times like these, I feel the need to watch that old video of the X-Men. I grab the VHS tape I hid under my bed and slide it into the VHS/DVD player connected to my TV. The tape rewinds and starts playing.

The news lady is infront of a government building of some sort, then it explodes. In flies a black jet and figures jump out of it. First up is Wolverine. Next comes Storm and Professor X. Another man lands nearby wearing special ruby glasses, he's Cyclops. Then a lady controlling a tornado flies in. Lastly, my favorite, Angel. Angel dives in like a bomb and catches himself with his wings. They rush in and start fighting other mutants and saving people.

I watch completely captured by what's going on in the news broadcast. Of course, the X-Men save the day. They always do. Then again this was broadcast in the 80s or 90s. The broadcast ends and I start to think.

What I wouldn't give for a mutation like them? How freaking awesome would it be if I could go to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters and train with the X-Men? I would never have to worry about the bullying about my eyes again. It's too bad really that Angel is a bad guy now. He was my favorite. I get an itch and scratch my back to soothe it.

I lay back on my bed and stare at the ceiling, imagining all the cool things I could do if I were an X-Man. Mom comes back in my room.

"Hey, you hungry?" She asks. I nod and get up. "How does Wendy's sound?"

"I think it sounds great." I grin weakly. I follow mom out to the car and hop in. I scratch my back again. What is up with me today?

"You ok kiddo?" Mom asks.

"Yeah, I'm fine. My back is just itchy." I reply. Mom starts the car and I buckle in quickly. I watch out the window as we pass other cars. I sigh, slightly bored. Nothing cool happens in this town. There aren't even any mutants here either. Eight-Hundred-Forty people, and nothing happens. I can't name a single crime to happen here since I was born.

Mom pulls in to the Wendy's drive-thru. She orders the usual: two son of the baconators and two large sweet teas. I sit there and wait for the three people infront of us to get their food.

"Since you can't go to school today or tomorrow, how about you go shopping with me?" Mom asked.

"Sure. I guess that sounds fun." I reply. We pull forward.

Mom sighs, "I'm going to get you an anger management counselor." She says.

"What? Why?" I look at her confused.

"The school recommended it, and when I say recommended, I mean threatened to call DHS if I didn't."

"I hate that school." I huff. We pull forward again.

"I know sweetie, but there's nothing we can do about that right now." Mom rubbed my head.

"It's ok I guess." I reply with a shrug. "I'll try to avoid those kids if i can help it. No promises though."

"That's all I ask." Mom says. We pull up to the window and mom pays for the food. She hands me my tea and burger before driving back towards the house.

I started eating the burger as mom drove, eating hers aswell. I scratch my back again, pushing my elbow back to reach it. Jeez this sucks. I take a long gulp of my sweet tea and lean back. Life will get better, won't it?