Okay, apart from a few tiny spelling mistakes and some technology fails in the last chapter, I think it went generally alright. I give my thanks again to GuessWho, who was the first to review this story and gave me a little motivation to write some more.

Chapter 2

So there I was, walking home from a day of school that had eventually ended, listening to a bit of modern music, as my dad calls it.

As you could probably guess, I'm no longer walking behind Miss Chatty. I'm not in the habit of following people to their home.

Anyway, the wind is still blowing in my face, time to turn onto a smaller street I think, that way houses will block a little chill.

I turned to an alleyway, like I thought, it didn't have as much wind, and it even seemed warmer. Now I know what you may be thinking, great idea, turn into an alleyway. There sure isn't going to be any pedophiles in there. Come on, I'm not that dumb… well, maybe a little, but what kind of place do you think I live in?

That's when something else hit me in the face; it was so quick it even knocked me over onto my backside.

'Oh, I'm so sorry! Are you okay? I didn't mean to...' Said a male voice attatched to a hand that had extended towards me.

He was telling the truth, it had genuinely been an accident. I took his warm hand and he heaved me up back onto my feet.

Okay so I'm slightly chubby, a heave it was. He was pretty strong though, I don't think he even noticed he had to pull a little stronger than the average girl.

I looked up and stared into the face of the guy, his blond hair and tall yet slim build caught my eyes straight away.

'Hey, aren't you the guy that goes to the same school as me?' I asked, patting bits of durt off my behind. 'Uhhh, I think you were in the common room just now too right?'

'Ah, yes I was.' He confirmed. His eyes seemed to focus on my hair or something in that area.

'Uh, you have a big lump on your forehead.'

I reached up and had a feel. Yes, yes I did.

'Sorry, that was probably me.' He said with a nervous laugh and rubbed the back of his head.

'Oh, it's Okay, I'll see to it once I get home.'

'...If you like, you can come to my place. I'll sort out your bump. My house is just around the corner.'

He paused. 'Wait, is that a weird thing to ask? I wasn't planning on doing anything, honest.'

He's a pretty sweet guy. Again, he was telling the truth. I know again anyones common sense would be sure, go to a stranger's house. You are so clever today. On the other hand, by house was still around a 30 minute walk away. I did what any lazy person would do in this situation.

I took him up on his offer.

Yeah, the fact that he was pretty good-looking helped me decide too. What can I say? I'm a teenage girl.

He started leading away, and turned slightly to make sure I was following.

'Oh, my name is Warren by the way.'

'Laura.'

I could have sword I've heard his name somewhere before… have I heard his name at school or something? I stroked my chin while thinking. Bumping my head on Warren's back, not noticing that he had stopped.

'Sorry..' He chuckled, jerking out of my way, as if I was going to do it twice. I'd hit the same spot on my forehead again, his back was much harder than you'd expect, like whacking your head on a piece of metal. Man that hurt.

'We're here' Warren muttered, indicating to a long, long driveway.

Oh my god, that is such a long driveway.

Apparently Warren lived in some sort of mansion, I felt my jaw drop. I don't know anyone who lives in a house this big. I felt an urge to go and explore in it. I'd need a few days worth of food, probably some sort of torch, maybe even a tent, judging by the garden reaching further than I could see.

Warren spoke again, bringing me back to reality.

'Shall we go in then?'

'Oh, yeah.'

Warren led the way once more. We passed a sign on the side of the gate, which read:

Xavier's school for gifted youngsters.

I can't help thinking I've heard that name too. This was gonna bug me for a while until I finally figure it out. I feel so stupid right now.

Was it something that I'd heard on TV? Seen on the computer when searching for a school to attend?

Warren stopped again, not that I noticed. Again.

Like a ninja, he dodged me walking into him again, and stopped me before I walked into a wall.

I looked up. I could only see brick. Warren's hands were on both my shoulders, stopping me from walking, I put the pieces together.

I need to be more aware of my surroundings, apparently.

'Oh, thanks' I smiled; he returned the smile then opened the front door to the mansion.

He pulled the heavy door aside and held it open for me to enter first.

What a gentleman.

I couldn't help but shamelessly gawk at the enterior of the place, it was so grand, the carpet was soft, even with my shoes on, the walls were spotless, with beautiful paintings around the room, even the staircase had a pattern going down the banistar, even though it was made of wood.

I heard the door shut behind me, and felt a gentle tug on my sleeve. I turned.

'We have some first aid stuff in the kitchen, this way.'

I nodded and followed.

He led me into a kitchen probably about the size of the downstairs layer of my whole house. It was tiled on the floor, and halfway up the walls, it looked kind of pearly.

Not that I make a hobby out of admiring the interior decorating of houses, it was just hard not to notice.

Warren reached up into a cuboard and started rumaging around in it.

I noticed there was a girl sat in here, she was on her phone, probably texting, she had dark brown hair, pulled back onto a pony-tail, and she was probably a little younger than me.

She looked up, making an awkward eye contact with me. She smiled, and dropped her eyes back down to the small screen.

She had a pretty cute face. The kind of face you could'nt help but pinch the cheeks of.

I don't go around pinching the cheeks of strangers by the way, just to clarify. That would be pretty creepy of me.

Warren brought his arm back out of the cupboard; he was holding some sort of cloth or flannel. He shuffled over to the sink and started rinsing it under the hot tap.

I'd assume it was the hot tap anyway, I don't know for sure, I don't live here.

Warren finished, turned around, then paused.

His eyes widened, and he bit his lip.

When someone makes that kind of face at you or in your general direction, it gives a sense of forboding.

'Uh, are you okay with mutants, Laura?' He said, a little worry in his voice.

'Why, what-'I said, turning around.

I forcely stopped myself from pooing. The guy infront of me was obviously a mutant; he seemed just as surprised to see me, to be honest.

'Uh, guten tag.' He muttered, his german accent was heavy, but it was probably least striking thing about him.

First of all, he was blue. I'd never actually seen a mutant with a strange skin color apart from a pale green. Which wasn't that noticable anyway. He had two fingers and a thumb on each hand, sharp teeth, and I'm pretty sure he had a tail too.

He looked down at me with scared yellow eyes.

'H-hello.' I managed to mumble back to him.

It was the same kind of principle as if you met someone who was very deformed. The last thing you should do.

Is scream in their face.

Besides, he'd probably take offence if I screamed, he was obviously a little too aware of how demonic he looked already. All I'd done was see him, he was already terrified. Poor guy.

Warren came to our aid, walking over to us and giving me the warm wet flannel.

'Laura, this is Kurt.'

I pressed the flannel to my forehead

'Pleased to meet you Kurt.' I said, smiling reassuringly, and holding out my free hand.

He hesitated for a few seconds, but eventually took my hand and shook.

'You too…' He replied. Truthfully. He seemed relieved to meet someone who didn't recoil in horror when they saw him for the first time.

I almost did.

But I didn't.

Kurt quickly withdrew his hand, gave me a nervous smile, and made his way over to the fridge.

Yeah, he did have a tail.

I turned back to Warren as he peeled the flannel off my forehead and looked at my lump.

'It's gone down a bit.' Does it still hurt as much when I do this?'

He lightly prodded the lump.

'Not as much as it did.'

'Ah, good.' He replaced the flannel back on my head.

Upon looking around the room, I realised that Kurt and the other girl had dissapeared. I'm pretty sure they hadn't walked past me again to go out of the door. Weird.

'Hey Warren?'

'Yeah?' He replied, closing the fridge door that Kurt left open.

'Wasn't there a girl sat in here?' I pointed to where she had been sitting.

'Oh, you mean Kitty? She probably went into the room through there.' He pointed.

I felt really dumb. Was it just me, or was he pointing at a solid wall.

..Oh.

Oh.

Mystery solved.

Professor Charles Xavier, school of gifted youngsters.

It was the home and sanctuary he made for mutants. The realisation hit me as I remebered, I couldn't help but feel a little victorious for finally recognising where I was.

It did explain a lot, I can't believe I didn't realise sooner. I'm far too ignorant.

The girl called Kitty could probably walk though walls or something, and Kurt may be able to turn Invisible or teleport. That would explain why I didn't see either of them leave.

'Warren, are you a mutant too?'

He stiffened.

So that's the end of this chapter, I hope it wasn't as boring as the last one. And I know that the time frames of the origional X-men don't fit into this story, but I don't really care about that. I plan to incluse the Professor in this story, so the time won't fit in with the real X-men story.

By the way, I hinted at Laura's power, dunno if you can pick up on it yet.

Hope to see you soon guys.

Lets hope none of my words stuck together like in the last chapter. D: