Twist looked at the bare apartment. At least with a few belongings it looked lived in. Now, with just a beat up old sofa, a broken bed, and dirty desk, it looked pathetic. She sighed and picked up the bag containing her clothes.

She went to the door and left. She locked the door and rode the elevator down to the ground floor. She dropped the keys of at the super's apartment, then exited the building.

It felt good to feel the wind on her face, once she was outside. She glanced at Connor, standing by her bike. She went over and dropped the bag. She smiled at him, and hugged him.

"Good luck with your new life, Twist." He said, smiling sadly. It felt strange to have her leaving. He'd only known her for two years, yet they'd become great friends.

"You too." she wondered if she'd ever come back to New York. She doubted it. Not for any length of time, at least. She gave him a last teary smile, then turned away.

Twist strapped her bags onto the back of her bike. She pulled her gloves and helmet on. She waved at Connor and then revved the engine, and drove away.

Connor watched her drive away, feeling sad. He waited until she was round the corner of the street and no longer visible. He sighed and looked at the ground. At least he could phone her.

He sighed and wandered along the path, looking at the gum spotted ground. He didn't really know all that much about Twist. She always told him that he could never remember much herself. But Connor figured she was just the private type. Still, they were both alike. They liked the same music, TV shows, food, movies, people. And Twist, unlike a lot of his friends in NYC, knew the value in silence. Too many people he knew thought silence and gaps in conversation needed to be filled. Twist didn't. He could sit in the same room with her for hours, and not say a word.

Connor sighed again, and ran a hand through his longish brown hair. He'd miss her one hell of a lot.

Twist drove for some time, only knowing the vague direction of the Institute. She was extremely apprehensive about going to the school. Mostly because the only human contact she'd had properly, in a few years was Connor. She'd forgotten how to act around regular people, and how to deal with people she didn't like.

She sighed and turned down another smaller road. Short tufts of jet black hair stuck out the bottom of her helmet, and were being whipped round in the wind. She took a corner, leaning in; she wasn't far from the ground. Once back on straight road, she pulled the bike up and continued driving properly.

A few hours later, after a rest stop, in which she'd bought black coffee, she had reached the school. There were stone pillars at the entrance way that told her she had come to the right place. Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters or at least that's what the signs announced. Neatly trimmed bushes lined the front drive.

Biting her lip, Twist revved the engine, then drove down it. The gates closed behind her. She swallowed and pulled her bike to a stop just outside the front door. Her helmet came off and she tilted her head back.

The large and only slightly imposing looking building stood in front of her. Ivy twisted its way up the walls, half covering some windows. The windows in itself were intimidating. Or at least to Twist they were. Looking at them, they seemed dark, and empty. She swallowed again, pushing the fear and paranoia down her throat.

Slowly, Twist dismounted her bike. She pulled the keys out of the ignition and pushed them into the bottom of her pocket.

She unfastened her bag, and slung it over her right shoulder. In the other hand she held her helmet, which swung as she walked. She half walked, half skipped up the steps to the front door. She took a deep breath, and knocked loudly on the door.