A/N: That you to those have guest reviewed or favorited/followed thgis already. So here's chapter 1.

Chapter 1:

"Natalee!" I heard my mother call, "Natalee, Priya is here!"

I was trying to ignore her. The chunky headphones I wore could help me to pull off that I couldn't hear her. But as soon as Priya's name passed her lips, I yanked the headphones off and almost flew down the stairs.

"Priya!" I screamed when I saw her, before snatching her up in a massive bear hug. "How was your holiday?" I questioned once I had pulled back to look in her face.

Her plump lips curved into a smile and by looking at her, I could see her coffee coloured skin glow even more than usual. "Oh my gosh! It was great but I'll have to tell you later. I only popped to give you your gift. I still need to get home." With that said, I noticed the black and green wrapped present in her hand.

I took it from her offering hands and gave her a big smile. "Thanks, Pri. I'll talk to you when you're settled, yeah? See you soon." I waved as she passed through the door.

I turned to my mother, well, adoptive mother. Melissa Whitley had adopted me when I was four after my real parents' death. I don't really remember what either of them was like because I was so young when it happened. That's why I always think of Melissa as my mum, no matter how different I was to her. My sight, hearing and sense of smell had always been better than the average human but I never thought anything of it. You could also clearly tell Melissa and I weren't related by simply looking at us. She was tall, thin and slender, with flowing blonde hair and sparkling, tawny brown eyes. I, on the other hand, was short and curvy with dark brown, almost black hair and vibrant, emerald green eyes. Everyone knew I was adopted but no one ever questioned it. They knew not to ask.

Melissa smiled at me, her bow shaped lips curving upwards at the sides. Her eyes sparkled with amusement and I knew she was up to something. "What?"

Her smirk became more pronounced, "Oh nothing." She started to walk past me into the living room. "I was just wandering when you were going to tell me that you applied for a school in America."

I gaped at her back as she walked away from me before gaining my senses and following after her. "I never applied for an American school. What are you going on about?" I seriously didn't have a clue what she was going on about. Why the hell would I want to go to America?

Melissa snapped up a letter from off of the coffee table and passed to me. I unfolded it and quickly skimmed over the text.

"Xavier's school for gifted youngsters has a place for you. We hope to see you soon. Someone will come to collect you.

Signed, Charles Xavier."

"What the hell?" I exclaimed, "I never signed up for this." I looked at Melissa with wide eyes.

"Well, I don't care if you go or not. If you still don't when someone comes to get you then tell them." She rested a hand on my shoulder, "Either way, it's your decision."

"Thanks, Mel." I smiled at her. "If you need me, I'll be upstairs. I'm gonna check out this school." Without waiting for a reply, I raced up the stairs with letter still trapped inside my clenched fist.

I quickly switched on my laptop and skimmed the letter again as I waited for it to load in. Why the hell would an American school want me? My grades were good, sure. But not to the extent where I would be considered gifted.

Looking back at the laptop, I brought up Google and typed in the school. I clicked on its website and looked through it. Nothing out of the ordinary. The list of teachers was pretty normal; Scott Summers, Jean Grey, Ororo Munroe. There was a few students listed for outstanding work; Kitty Pryde, Piotr Rasputin, Bobby Drake. The head of the school was Charles Xavier, the guy who signed the letter. It said nowhere why he started the school or what the specifications were to get in.

'I guess I could ask when someone comes.' I thought. I didn't dwell on it any longer. Instead, I closed the window and plugged in my headphones again, blocking out the world once more as PANIC! At The Disco blasted through the speakers.