A look into Sasaiya's life before the X-Men, before Caleb, and before she was Sasaiya.

Yells that pierced the paper thin walls of her room woke Magali up before her alarm Monday morning and for a moment she kept her eyes closed, hoping it would stop so she could slip back into the nice dream she’d been having. The loud slam of the front door closing shut removed that possibility and she opened her eyes with a sigh. The sun had just started rising, peeking through the small window high up on her wall and bathing the cracked and porous surface with golden light. Pretty. It was amazing how just a little bit of warm light could make even the ugliest bare walls beautiful. The fighting in the kitchen had stopped, daddy had probably gone out to the garage, but she was awake now anyway.

Magali slipped out of bed and pulled off her pajamas, leaving them on the floor in front of her dresser as she rifled through it for something to wear to school. Once dressed in a pair of jeans that hadn’t suffered too much damage and one of her mama’s old blouses, she emerged from her room and padded down the hall to the bathroom. She could hear Alex cursing in Spanish, or she assumed it was cursing by his tone, and her mother replying in a subdued voice. Daddy must have hit him again. She thought with a frown as she shut the door behind her and began her morning bathroom ritual of staring at her reflection in the mirror while she washed her face, brushed her teeth and hair, and picked at blemishes that may or may not be imagined. 

“Good morning.” She said to herself, putting on a smile and turning her head this way and that to see how she looked. Not that it mattered, all anyone ever saw was her eyes. Her lips pulled into a sulky pout and she used her pointer fingers to pull the lower lids of her eyes down, making a stupid face before releasing them. The door knob jingled, followed by a knock and her mama’s voice, her accent thicker than usual:

“Magali, your brother needs to use the bathroom.”

“Okay- just a second.” She called back, taking more than that to look at herself a little longer in the mirror before unlocking and opening the door. Alex was already waiting in the hall, his nose bloody, and brushed passed her without saying anything or making eye contact, slamming the door shut behind him. She wondered, as she made her way to the kitchen, what he and daddy had been fighting about this time, but by the time she got there it had already been forgotten. “Mama, when can we get contacts for my eyes?”

Her mother, a short, curvy woman in her late thirties with a head full of dark curls and only a few worry lines around her eyes, looked at from her place at the stove and shook her head. “Maggi, you ask this every day, but we just can’t afford them right now baby.” Seeing Magali’s pout she gave a frown of her own. “Contacts are expensive- and with your papa out of work right now we need to save whatever money we can okay? Just be thankful Alejandro’s staying to help us out right now or I don’t know what we’d do.”

Magali understood, she knew they were going through some hard times, but it still wasn’t the answer she wanted. “I don’t ask everyday…” She replied in protest as her mother set a plate of eggs and sausage links down in front of her. “None of the boys want to go to the dance with me because my eyes are scary.”

“And who said that?”

“No one.” Magali stabbed at the eggs with her fork, breaking the yolk so it puddled around her sausage.

“Then how do you know that’s what they think hmm?” Her mother gently chided, then leaned in tousled her hair. “Baby your eyes are beautiful and any boy that says otherwise is an imbécil. Besides,” She continued as she untied the apron around her waist and hung it up on the coat rack by the door, “you’re too young to date.” Magali made a sound of disagreement, but didn’t look up again until she heard Alex come back from the bathroom.

“Alejandro, could you bring your sister to school before you go to work?”


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