(Not in the same universe as my other Fanfictions)


High school. Where teens learn more and more about things. For you, high school is a nightmare. You have been labeled as a freak. Your name is Isabella Garcia-Shapiro, and this is your story. At age 9, you were visited by two men. One went by the name of Charles Xavier, and the other by the name of Erik Lehnsherr. You were scared, yet somehow, felt safe. You heard some thoughts in your head that were not yours (OK, if you've watched X-Men Last Stand with Jeans origin, the following will be familiar)

'You do know it is not polite to read mine or Mr. Lehnsherr's thoughts' You heard Charles think. Wait, Think?

"We are like you Isabella. We are mutants." Charles said. You blinked at the strange line, but the first thing that came to mind was,

"Really? I doubt that..." You said with a hint of sarcasm dripping in your tone. The cars outside began floating, unbeknownst to you.

"Oh, Charles. I like this one" Erik said, much to your confusion. (End of movie lines from my sucky memory)

"Look, you guys seem nice, but, I don't think that I should go to your school. I'll think about it and then I will most likely go later on." You say, going upstairs.

Present Day

You make your way to the computer lab, ready to finish a fanfic reading for YouTube. You put your green headphones on and turned on the microphone. In your best Italian accent, you began to read.

"She gave a soft knock on the door . " Pewds, you need to take a break. It's time to eat." Her stomach growled defiantly scolding her to just gorged down the lunch she prepared. She huffed when there's no answer. "I prepared cheese lasagna, your favourite." This always bring Pewdie out in a flash but this time no answer. She took a deep breath and started clobbering the door like no tomorrow and started yelling.

"BARRELS ARE AFTER ME, PEWDS!"

Silence.

"LAVA! HOT BOILING LAVA! SOMEONE SAVE ME!"

Silence.

"STEPHANO'S DOING A POLE DANCE!"

More silence.

"BRO IS FLIPPIN' DOING HARLEM SHAKE!"

Ok, this is just getting ridiculous." You read from a Fanfiction by SilkyBlood (Link's in the description). A knock on the door interrupted the recording. It startled you, causing the computer to levitate. "God Dangit" you growled. You opened the door and an evil voice welcomed you

"You should run now"


Ohh, cliffe. Here's the link s/9300531/1/Trapped-In-Bloody-Trapland. put it in a search engine like google and then find one by SilkyBlood