A/N: This is a oneshot meant to introduce a longer story I will start posting soon. It tells the story of a very minor character who I doubt anyone will care about, but this also introduces the alternate universe this takes place in: a world like ours, but where some people are born with powerful psychic pontential, and most people have none. I think the story will be posted next week, under the temporary name of Amira. Please read and review...please...

Ten years ago, in a high school not too far from average, there was a girl. Her name was Vicky. All of the guys in the school agreed on one thing: she was hotter than the sun. However, everyone knew she wasn't the dating type. She was a daydreamer, never paying attention to the world around her. At seventeen, she was the hottest and hardest-to-get girl in the school.

There was also a young man: Richard. His reputation was that he was drop dead sexy, and that he had at the least made out with all of the "hot chicks" as he called them. Except for one.

One day, he walked up to her at lunch, completely confident-looking, but a little nervous inside. She wasn't normal, and she didn't act like most girls. He had no clue what she would do. He asked her out, and she woke from a daydream. Seeing him, she couldn't say no. She had never paid attention to dudes, but now that she looked at him, she realized why he was so popular. She couldn't say no.

***

A year later, they had graduated and were married. Another year later, they had a little baby girl. This whole time, Richard had known there was something downright odd about his wife, and the baby too. The baby's name was Trina. Three years later, he couldn't stand it any more. He had to confront her.

One night at dinner, he asked her: "I know there's something funky about you that you're keeping secret. Can you tell me now? It's been four years."

With a sigh, Vicky said, "I suppose." She waited a few minutes, and then Richard said, "Well?"

"I don't know how to explain. No, I didn't cheat on you," she said hurriedly. "Okay. I'm ready. I was born psychic, and our daughter inherited it."

Richard was furious she had hidden something like this from him. He jumped up and grabbed his wife. He beat her for what she had done. The beatings continued for a year. Finally, he hit her wrong, and she died. He thought she had been knocked out, and went to bed. The next morning, she was still there. He called the police, saying they had gotten into a fight and she must have committed suicide. He put a heavy kitchen pan next to her, to make it seem more realistic. They fell for it hook, line, and sinker.

Meanwhile, his daughter was looking more and more like her mother. She was a carbon copy of the dead lady, from her big grey eyes to her personality and unusual gift. He hated little Trina for looking so much like her mother, reminding him of the lady he had killed. He hated her, and began to beat her, but not enough that anybody would suspect.

***

Four years later, at age eight, her father had beaten her, breaking her leg. He had never called the hospital, and had merely wrapped her wound. She stayed out of school to recover, since nobody knew it was broken for some reason. Richard was not very smart.

A few days later, she was angry. This had gone on long enough. Richard tried to beat her again, but she wasn't scared. She was furious. He had killed her mother, he had injured his own daughter, and now he was going to pay. She knew she was psychic. She had always been able to make objects move on their own and hear the thoughts of those around her. She had even teleported from danger once. Now, she let loose a huge blast of telekinetic force, pushing her father against the wall. He died instantly, and there was no mark. He hadn't been injured physically.

Trina called 9-1-1 and told all about the beatings, and said that he had stopped beating her and leaned against the wall, out of breath. A few minutes later, he collapsed with a scream, and she had come from her hiding place and found him like this.

***

Two years later, Trina was ten. She still walked with a limp because of her leg that would never recover, and she lived with a foster parent. Fortunately, Alice didn't really care about Trina, and spent all her time on the phone and internet. Trina had raised herself, recovering from the emotional wounds she had received throughout the years. She had always been withdrawn, and though she was more friendly now, she was just as quiet. She had to wear glasses like her father when he was little, but she could only afford cheap, ugly glasses. She had been teased about her lack of money and poor looks.

One fall day, she was hobbling around outside, and she had been attacked by the bullies. They had tried to hurt her for a prank. She responded with psychokinetic ability, hurting them without touching them. They had run away, and spread rumors that she was a freak. She was tired of the teasing. She was tired of not being able to go about her life without being bullied for no good reason. She had a complete breakdown. She ran outside and curled up against the side of the building. Nobody could come near without getting hurt, as she screamed telepathically to the whole school. Everyone had horrible headaches, and this could go on no longer. The principal called a friend of his, a young man who was psychic. This young man contacted a young boy, Trina's age. This young boy's name was Roger. He teleported to the school, and began to approach Trina. The screams didn't cause headaches, since he was a psychic, one of the most accomplished in America.

He walked up to Trina. Feeling his presence, she screamed at him, trying to hurt him. "I won't hurt you. I'm a psychic too. See? I'm your age." She looked up. He was as he said. Only a boy of eleven or ten, and clearly a psychic. She let him approach. He sat down next to her.

"I'm not going to ask what happened that made you so upset, I'm not going to force you to do anything. I just have an offer. If you want, I will train you in your abilities, and you can come and live with other psychics who understand you. You don't have to, but if you want, you can come with me." He stood up, and held out his hand to show his offer. She took it and let him help her up.