A/N: Okay so here's Chapter 3 but 'cause I start school again tomorrow I won't be updating as much. Thank you once again to all those who have reviewed or favourited/followed this story. I really appreciate the support. Enjoy.

Chapter 3:

Turns out she wasn't all that pleased.

"How the hell could you leave? What's America got that we don't?" Priya practically screeched.

I sighed. This had been happening for about an hour and I couldn't get a single word in edgeways. I decided to get up and held her arms down so that she couldn't lash out.

"Priya, I already told you. This is a huge opportunity for me. I already promised I'd e-mail you every week." I reasoned. I had of course told her everything apart from the whole mutant thing. I didn't know how she would react so I simply left it out and instead told her I had won a scholarship at the school. Priya obviously wouldn't accept that. "Look, I'm going to visit when I get the chance and we'll be in pretty much constant contact."

She finally relaxed in my grasp and a defeated look appeared on her face. "I know. It's just… I'm gonna miss you, Nat." Tears began to well up in her hazel eyes, "You're my best friend."

"And you're mine, Pri. But like I said, I'll come back." I gave her a big hug before pulling back to look her dead in the eyes. "You wanna come and help me pack?" She nodded. "Let's go then."

By the time I had finished packing, it was half seven in the evening. Priya and I had an emotional goodbye and we were both crying by the time Priya walked out of the door. Melissa and I had a movie night instead of a sobbing send off. Like she said before, she was okay with my decision but was still going to miss me. It was understandable seeing as how she had practically raised me. However, when morning came her demeanour changed.

"I am going to miss you so much, okay?" She said with tears glistening in her eyes, "Remember, I want weekly phone calls. You'll have your laptop so I expect e-mails as well. But," She looked at me seriously, "most of all, have fun. Okay, Sweetie?" She asked me with a watery smile on her lips.

"Of course, Melissa. I'll miss you too. Bye." I hugged her tight and placed a kiss on her cheek, tasting her tears before walking over to the car where Storm and Logan were waiting.

I waved at her from the car and she reciprocated tearfully. I then watched as her figure became smaller and smaller the further we drove away.

Now that I was in an enclosed space I became aware of how my senses had developed. I could smell Storm and Logan's distinct scents. Storm smelt like a rainy day. It fit her well considering she could manipulate the weather. Logan, however, smelt like the woods. It was calming and made me feel more relaxed. I don't know why but it also made me feel at home. Maybe it was because he was a feral as he called it, but either way I liked it. It made me wonder whether or not he thought the same about me. That was my last thought before falling asleep, despite the time of day.

I awoke to someone shaking me. Through bleary eyes I could see stark white hair and warm brown eyes. Storm. She was stood outside of the car so I assumed we had either reached the airport or stopped for petrol.

"Come on, Natalee. We're at the airport. You can sleep some more on the plane if you're still tired." She told me in her soothing voice.

I nodded still not coherent enough to provide a verbal answer and unbuckled my seatbelt. Once I stepped out, I noticed Logan had already gotten my luggage and was waiting for me to get a move on.

As we walked through the airport, a sudden feeling of sadness washed over me and I began to think about the things I would be leaving in England. Melissa was like a mother to me and I was going miss her dearly and Priya was my best friend so the same went for her. But I was bound to make new friends right?

I was jolted out of my reverie as a loud speaker came on and voice announced our plane was ready to board. However, it wasn't a normal plane. It was a private jet! When I boarded the plane I looked around in awe. There were luxury black leather seats, a television, drinks. Alcoholic ones at that!

"Does that T.V have British and American channels?" I asked my two escorts feeling slightly dazed.

"Of course." Smiled Storm.

"And is it the same at the Institute?" I inquired turning to face them.

"Yes. We like to keep all our students happy. And if that means paying a little extra on the television bills then so be it."

I beamed at them, "Great that means I can watch all my favourite British programmes." With that I turned and practically threw myself into one of the seats and switched on the television. I flicked through the channels before landing on BBC Three and it was just my luck that Russell Howard's Good News was on. As I watched it, Storm and Logan both looked at me with thinly veiled amusement.

I don't know what time it was when I fell asleep and I only remember watching a repeat of The Vampire Diaries after switching to ITV2. I also don't recall how long I slept for but when I woke up the plane was beginning to land. As we left the plane I thought to myself 'How am I going to handle this?'

But when Storm smiled down at me another thought popped into my head. 'Maybe I will be able to get through this'.