Twist emerged from Xavier's office, utterly confused. She looked around, the once people filled corridors were now deserted. She frowned, then looked down at the envelope Xavier had given.

She sighed and spotted a staircase down the corridor, and went to sit on one of the lower steps. She ripped open the white paper envelope, which had her name printed on the front.

She stared at her name for a moment, Miss F. M. Kain, wondering how they knew she would be coming. Then she remembered that she had supposed to show up at the place two years ago, but conveniently forgot.

Twist dropped the envelope into her lap, and unfolded the pieces of papers inside. First was a letter introducing her to the school, hoping she'd be happy here, etc, etc.  She tossed it aside, and unfolded the second paper. It was a small layout/map of the mansion. Although, it did not divulge the lower levels, of which Twist new held at least one fighter jet. She scanned the map, memorising it, and committing it to memory. Flinging this paper aside, she read the next one. It was a timetable. Of her lessons. She frowned, and folded that paper back up, and slipped it inside the ripped envelope. The last paper told her where she could find certain things, such as the library and computer labs, and they could help with homework etc.

Twist picked up the discarded papers, and screwed them up, then started wandering again. She eventually wound up in the kitchen.

She dumped the papers in the bin, and went to fridge. She took out a soda and closed it. Now two people were standing in front of her, staring. One was a guy, tall, had brown hair with dyed black tips. The other was a girl, with dark curly hair and green eyes. Twist arched an eyebrow, looking at them.

"What? Is this your soda or some shit?" she said, waving the bottle. They continued to stares. "For fuck's sake stop staring." she muttered, running a hand through her hair.

"Are you new?" the girl asked.

"No, I'm Twist." she mumbled, her eyes flicking from black to red, unsure of how to feel. They seemed to be taken aback by her attitude. "Okay, I'll leave your precious kitchen now…" she muttered, narrowing her eyes and stalking out the door.

She walked along the corridor, muttering to herself about ignorant idiots, and her eyes now staying on red. She past a part glass door, and paused.

Inside was a classroom full of students, a man with a red visor on stood at the front, teaching. He seemed to look at Twist, though she couldn't tell. He frowned, and Twist quickly moved on. Once again, a blond guy caught her attention, and she too frowned. She had to find out who they were. And why she was inexplicably drawn to him.

She shook her head and came to a smart pair of double glass doors, with stained glass patterns embedded. She opened one and found a library. She smiled and entered, this was more like it. Quiet. And free from human activity.

Making her way to the back of the room, she scanned the spines of various books. There were the obvious ones based on Science, Literature, and Languages. Then the fiction books, with well known books such as ones by Charles Dickens and Tolkein, and the lesser known books.

Twist smiled. She didn't read all that much, never got a chance too, but she liked it. And she had always liked the still, frozen atmospheres of a library. She sat down at a table, under a window. Golden light seeped through onto the table, and she took out a black and grey covered book.

Doodles covered the front of it. Unfinished scribbles of scenery, or motorcycles. There were faces, people she'd seen, or her friends. There were also eyes drawn here or there, not necessarily human ones though, and clothing. Not to mention the phrases or words that had been written on in a spiked cursive font. Two words were clearly noticeable on the cover though, Twist Kain, written in black marker, circled and embellish with a silver pen.

Twist stared at the cover for a moment, realising she'd had this for years, before opening it. Inside were pages and pages of writing, with scribbled pictures and photo's stuck in. She took the pen from the spine of the book and started writing.