Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men, but I do own Jen and some other small characters.
A/N: OK, here it is, the original(well sort of). Words in italics are Jen's thoughts. R&R.
The Beginning of the End
So, here I am. Lying on the floor of some where, I can't remember where. My world's spinning and my body feels frozen. Blood is pouring from a wound in my stomach. I can hear people talking to me, but I can't see them and they sound so far away. Or maybe, I'm the one who's far away? Well, on the plus side, if you can even call it that, I have all ways wanted to know if your life really passes right before your eyes when you're about to die...
I'm standing, sweating my ass off, on the scorching soccer field, completely lost in thought, as usual. I just can't seem to focus anymore.
"Jen!" someone yelled.
"Huh?" was all I had time to say before I saw the big, round black and white ball come hurling towards my face.
Whack! The ball connected with my face knocking me down from sheer force and surprise.
"TIME OUT!" Coach Zedman yelled.
I slowly got to my feet, holding my nose, and made my way over to our side of the field. I sat down on the bench and gently touched my nose. To my surprise, it wasn't bleeding.
"What the HELL were you doing Jen! Pay attention, that could have turned into a goal if you weren't day dreaming, again!" Coach yelled.
Ain't he just the nicest guy ya ever met? And I was not day dreaming, I just wasn't paying attention. It's a very common problem with teenagers.
"Jen..." Coach started.
No one day dreams they just pay attention. Dick-head!
"JEN! Are you even listening to me?" he asked looking at me with a very pissed off expression on his face.
"No," I said simply, taking a drink from my water bottle.
"That's it, you're out of the game!" Coach Z yelled.
"OK," I got up; grabbed my stuff and turned to leave.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Coach asked, chasing after me.
"Home," I replied, heading towards the parking lot.
"Oh, no you don't!" he yelled, running up to me and grabbing my arm to stop me.
"GET OFF!" I yelled, trying to rip my arm out of his tight grip.
But, it didn't work, he just tightened his grip even more. So, I dug my nails into his hand trying to make him let go, but he didn't. My body started to heat up and it was getting hard to breathe. Then, all of a sudden, Coach Zedman jumped back, pushing me to the ground. It took me a minute to figure out what was going on, I felt so dizzy. I looked up at him to see that his shirt was on fire. Coach ripped his shirt off and threw it on the ground. Then he looked at me. They were all looking at me. The kids on both teams and the crowd from the stands.
"You're a...a mutant," Coach Z said, his eyes wide with fear.
I slowly got up off the ground and picked up my bag. They were all still starring at me. So, I did the only thing that I could think to do. I ran. I ran across the field and into the woods. I ran and ran until I tripped over an exposed tree root. I fell hard to the ground. I laid there trying hard to catch my breath. But, it was no good and I pasted out.
A/N: yeah well there it is, the first chapter. so what do you think?