Disclaimer: I don't own Storm or any of the X-Men for that matter.

Note: Alright, Storm's turn to talk. Our next mutant is younger. Who do you think it is?


I was in charge now. It isn't going to be easy and I have to admit that I'm scared. The day Xavier told me that he was going to give the school over to me, I was flustered. And from them on that possibility has been in the back of my brain for a long time. I'd never be able to fill in the Professor's shoes, but I felt like I had to. That if I didn't, the school would fall apart.

And I was shorthanded. Badly. Usually, we had Xavier, Jean, and Scott to help. Now it was only Logan and I. And a wild Canadian Wolverine is not the best school teacher, even if he knows more than I do about a good brawl. So, I employed Warren, who has recently been christened 'Angel', as our history teacher. Because, believe it or not, the boy has a knack for it. I've seen him pick up an old textbook and read it like Wolverine smokes cigars. The kids have taken to him, too. I think we all like watching him early in the morning, flying around in front of the sunrise. It's like our symbol of hope.

Hank McCoy still comes around every now and then and does some part time teaching for the advanced science classes. We couldn't let him teach regular science, because no one understood what he was saying. He's a great guy but you have to have a degree in Chemistry and Physics to get what he's trying to tell you. But, I still love what he's done with his hair!

I guess, now that I'm responsible for this place I notice more things than I used to. Like Jubilee only eats eggs on Sunday. And Colossus has a crush on one of the girls in his Math class. Bobby doesn't like licorice and Kitty would rather watch wrestling than a chick flick.

And Logan. Man, has Logan been a wild ride. I found out that Logan does actually have a soft spot on that burly armor of his. He happens to love standing in the rain. He will walk out on the balcony during a thunderstorm, throw his head back, close his eyes, and just stand there in pure bliss.

I'd never seen him happy like that before and, I admit, I've used my powers to make the storm last just a little bit longer. He isn't happy much anymore. I don't even know how Jean died; he won't say anything about it. We don't see him much either. He gets on his motorcycle and doesn't come back till late.

So, I guess I don't know what I'm going to do anymore. I used to want to just get in the car and drive. I didn't know where I wanted to go, I just wanted to drive and never stop until it felt right. This ride here has been like that. I don't know where I'm gonna end up anymore. I'll just do my best and hope where I end up is where it feels right. And that the journey to get there makes Charles proud. He deserves a good ride.