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"But Mama! Ah don' wanna go ta school today ... Ah don'
ever wanna go ta school again afta yesterday!" Rogue
screamed, as her mother drug her out to the car.
"If you don' hush chile, Ah'll have yo' father take
care of ya. Then Ah'll see if ya wanna go ta school."
her mom said, pulling at her hand.
Rogue's face suddenly grew extremely serious and solemnly
got into the car and shut the door.
Her mother sighed. She knew that Rogue's father wasn't the
most..loving man in the world, but she knew that he never
meant to hurt either one of them. He loved them...he just
didn't know how to show it.
"Rogue, Ah'm sorry, shugah ... Ah jus' wan' ya ta learn
so ya can get out of here, and be somethin' betta than me."
her mom said, placing a hand on her daughter's shoulder.
"Ah wanna be like ya, mama! You're so pretty, an ya
always know what you're talking about."
"Nonsense. Now, le's get ya ta school, befo' you're
late again." she said, starting up the car and slowly
pulling out of the driveway.
It's kind of funny, Rogue thought.
Here she was. A freshman in high school, 14 years old ...
and she still fought with her mama over going to school.
I really should grow up.
She thought of what her mama would've been like when she
was a teenager. She probably never skipped school, got straight
As, did what her parents said ... She was perfect. Rogue never
thought she could be anything like that.
"Rogue?" Mrs.Harper spoke softly from the front
of the room, trying to gain Rogue's attention.
Of course, it was useless to even try to gain Rogue's attention.
Besides the fact that this was the last class of the day,she
was dreaming of being a doctor. Rogue always had a great imagination
for some reason, even as a teenager, she had the thoughts
and ideas of a child's simple mind. That was one thing that
she'd always treasure. A simple mind ... a simple life.
"Rogue!" Mrs. Harper cried again, this time in
a more demanding voice.
"Hmm?" Rogue replied distantly.
"What is the capital of New Mexico?"
"Ummmm ... the Atlantic Ocean." she said smiling
like she knew everything in the world.
The other students burst out laughing at her answer, like
it was the most hilarious thing in the world. Rogue just scowled.
"Shut up!" the teacher yelled out, seconds later
the class was silent. "I'm sorry, Rogue. That is in correct.
Maybe you should spend more time studying and paying attention
in class instead of daydreaming."
"Yes'm." she said looking down to her upopened
geography book. The rest of the class went by slowly as Rogue
tried her best to pay attention, but miserably failed. She
sighed and prayed the class would be over soon.
"The homework assignment for today is..."
The bell had interruppted her statement, and Rogue was joyous.
Everyone rushed out of the class and out the doors to the
freedom of the weekend. "Rogue! Rogue!" a
voice called after her, as she was rushing down the sidewalk
to her house.
She spun around on her heel to see Cody chasing after her.
She rolled her eyes and turned back around, and started walking
agin. He'd recently made her mad, so he was about the last
person in the world that she wanted to talk to right now.
He'd finally caught up with her, after running a short distance.
"Look, Ah'm sorry foah sayin' wha' Ah did!" he said,
running a hand through his blonde hair.
Rogue shrugged and started walking faster, but he grabbed
her wrist, forcing her to turn around and face him. He lowered
his face inches from hers and smiled.
"Ya know ya gotta forgive me. Ah'm yoah best friend."
"Cody ... ya blame fool. Your always pickin' on me like
tha'. Ah'm not a boy."
"Well, ya sure act like one."
"Tha's cause Ah don' wanna wear little frilly skirts
"Bu' tha's wha' girls are supposed ta wear, silly."
he said, ruffling up her long auburn hair.
"An' what're you supposed ta wear? A bowtie?!"
she said, punching him in the arm.
"Naw, we c'n wear jeans!" he said punching her
back. "Speakin' o' frilly skirts..." Cody smiled.
"Are ya goin' ta th' church picnic?"
"'Course Ah am. Ah jus' don' wanna dress up." she
said, pushing her unruly hair back into what little place
it was in.
He smiled, "Ah bet ya look awful cute in a little frilly
She sighed, "Cody, you're insane, shugah."
"Am no'. Anyways Ah gotta run..gotta get ready foah
the picnic." he said, kissing her on the cheek and running
the other way.
Rogue blushed, he was her best friend, but she had to admit
it to herself ... he was the cutest boy on the face of the
planet. She really liked him, but she'd never tell him.
When Rogue finally arrived home, she ran into the kitchen
to grab an apple to find her mom at the table crying.
"Mama ... wha's wrong?" she said, going over to
"Nothin' shugah, Ah jus' fell an' hurt mahself."
"Daddy hit ya again, didn't he?"
"No. He didn't. Now, go get dressed foah the picnic."
Rouge nodded solemnley and ran upstairs to her room to face
The enemy was a lavender dress. It wasn't really ugly, but
she just didn't like dresses. She pulled it on over her head
and looked in the mirror. It hung to just above her knee,
with little alce frills around the bottom of the dress and
the sleeves were puffy and hung off her shoulder. She absolutely
She brushed her hair and let it fall down to just below her
shoulders, the white stripe, hanging over her eyes slightly.
She sighed and looked down at the little box of makeup that
her mother had given her for Christmas..
"If you're gonna go ... go all out." she mumbled
to herself, opening the box and sitting down in front of her
She applied some light green eyeshadow to the lids of her
eyes, making the emerald color of her eyes shine even more
brilliant then they normally did. She carefully put on some
red lipstick, and the tiniest bit of blush. She had to admit,
she didn't look to bad with makeup, but she still didn't feel
natural. She pulled on a pair of of short white gloves and
ran down to recieve her mama's approval.
The picnic was filled with all of the town's bible beaters
and their children. The children played at the park next to
the river, and the adults sat by the food, bickering about
Rogue sat on a swing and looked at her gloved hands. She'd
always loved wearing gloves when she had to dress up. They
made her feel a little sophisticated in a way, she never knew
"Well, well well, loookie what we got here!" she
heard Cody tease.
"Cody, if ya value your life, you'll shush up."
she said, looking up from her hands and out at the river.
He chuckled and came around to face her. The look of awe
in his face was one that she'd always remember. She knew that
he'd never looked at her like that before in her entire life,
and would probably never look at her like that again.
"Rogue..ya..ya look gorgeous, shugah." he said
smiling, taking her hand.
"Now, c'mon! Ah just gotta show ya this cool rope ...
by the river. It's great foah swingin' on!"
"Cool!" Rogue said jumping up from the swing and
racing after Cody. When she got there he was already swinging
on it, laughing histerically. "This is so cool!"
"Okay, okay...why dontcha let me try it now?" she
said, putting her hands on her hips impatiently.
"Ya cain't swing on this when yoah wearin' tha'!!"
he said, jumping down.
"Can too." she said, taking ahold of the rope,
and swing out over the river.
"WHOO!" she yelled, "This is great!"
Cody stopped the rope and smiled at her again, with another
look of awe in his face, "Okay, Rogue..you proved yoah
She smiled back at him triumphantly."So...wha's my reward
"A kiss." he said, his face inches from hers.
"Cody are ya outta your mi.mm..." she started,
but was interrupted when his lips pressed against hers.
After just a few seconds she started feeling strange, almost
dizzy in a way, when she tried to pull away, she started getting
strange thoughts in her head..
*Well, ya act like a boy!*
*So beautiful ... I like her...*
She fell to the ground next to Cody's unconsious body screaming,
"Get outta mah head! Get out! Out! Out! Out!"
She finally fell unconcious to the thoughts, next to Cody.
"Ah cain't believe yoah a mutant! Ya nasty piece of
trash..." her dad slurred drunkenly, forcing her into
"Daddy ... it's not mah fault!" she said, fighting
His hand landed on her face, hard, slapping her to the ground.
She noticed he'd put on gloves. He'd intended on beating her.
"Daddy, no!" she cried before another blow landed
on her face.
"Shutup, mutie. Yoah not even mah daughter..yoah a freak.
Ya always have been!" he said, throwing his beer bottle
"Ah'm not yoah father, trash! Ah don' know ya!"
he said, hitting her again. She cried out in pain as
he striked her over and over again, tearing her out heart
out even more each time he did so.
"CHARLES! STOP THAT!" Her mom yelled from the doorway.
"She's yoah daughter! No' some dog tha' ya can treat
"Ya shutup woman. She's a piece o' mutie trash.."
"She is not!"
He walked over to her and pushed her into a wall, "Ah'm
sick of ya woman...Ah don' like yoah mouth."
Her mother remained silent as his fists pounded against her
skin like rain, in a storm of fury. Finally, he tired and
left the two in the basement, crying.
"Momma ... momma ... we gotta get outta here."
Rogue said pulling on her. "I know ... Rogue. I know.
We haveta ... but le's wait until yoah father is asleep."
Rogue smiled at her mama as the two ate their breakfast at
the roadside restaurant in Jackson. Her mama smiled back at
her, but she could tell that she was tired. She'd been driving
all night long and here it was 10 o'clock the next morning.
"Mama, why don' we stop somewhere an' get some sleep."
"Nah..we gotta keep going."
Rogue studied her mother's face as a look of horror fell
"What's wrong mama?" she said, concerned.
"Don't turn around ... jus' eat yoah breakfast. Whatevah
ya do, don' turn around."
Rogue nodded and began devouring her pancakes, piece by piece.
A man dressed in a white t-shirt with the letters FOH, came
to the table. "Can you ladies come with me please?"
"Ah'm afraid not sir. We're eating breakfast."
her mother said, not looking up.
"Oh, but I think you need to come with me." He
said, pulling on her arm. "And make your mutie-freak
daughter come too."
"Rogue ... c'mon, shugah."
"But ... mama..." she started to plead.
The man escorted them to a pickup truck located in an alley
near the restaurant and shoved them against the truck. He
looked at her mama in disgust.
"So, you're the disgusting woman who gave birth to this
freak of nature?"
"She's not a freak of nature! She's a teenager."
"Wrong!" he said, smacking her. "She's a mutant!"
The men began beating her mother viciously, and she started
to chase after them when a man grabbed her bare arm. She automatically
drained his psyche into hers, but wasn't as affected as she
was the last time it happened. The men beating her mother
stopped for a moment, and looked at her.
"FREAK! You killed him!" they screamed at her.
Rogue started backing away as she saw one of the men pull
out a knife and the other pull out a gun.
"NO! YOAH NOT GONNA HURT MAH DAUGHTER!" her mother
screamed diving at the
The man with the knife stabbed her in the arm, and she screamed
out in pain. One of the unarmed men was advancing towards
Rogue slowly when she heard her mama scream out.
"Run Rogue! Get outta here!"
"But mama ... Ah can't ... Ah can't! What about ya?!"
"Shut up freak!" the man said with the knife, pulling
it out, and stabbing her again in the shoulder.
Her mother screamed once again in pain, but then stopped
screaming..."Rogue...just get out of here ... Run ...
and whatever you do ... don't stop ... and don't look back!"
Rogue nodded, tears filling her eyes, pain stabbing her heart.
"Mama..Ah love ya ... mama..."
She began running away from the truck, as fast as possible.
She heard another scream of pain, followed by more, and finally
a gunshot. Then there was nothing. She ran faster, the pain
starting to circulate through all of her body, the tears flowing
harder and faster. It was even hard to breath now, but she
couldn't stop ... and she couldn't look back.
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