A/N: Okay so here we go. I managed to update. Sooner than I expected actually. Thank you once again if you are reviewing or favouriting/following, your support is welcome. Enjoy Chapter 4.

Chapter 4:

"Natalee, wake up." I heard a kind female voice say. "The plane has landed, we need to leave now."

I grunted an incoherent word before slowly opening my eyes. Through my hazy vision I could once again see that snow white hair. Then, as it cleared, Storm's kind brown eyes peered into my own green ones.

"Are we there already?" I rubbed my palms into my eyes to eradicate the remaining bleariness from my expression.

"Yeah, Kid. We are. C'mon, or we're gonna be late." Logan said. I couldn't see his face but I knew he probably had a cigar in his mouth. I could smell it. I also noticed that Logan didn't speak unless it was absolutely necessary or I said something obvious.

I nodded silently and got to my feet. Storm and Logan walked in front whilst I walked slightly behind them. I started worrying about how the other students were going to react to me and how I would to them. I mean, if I take a disliking to someone the first time I meet them then I probably won't like them in the long run. That was why I only really had Priya as a friend back home because everyone never made that good of an impression.

Like the journey to the airport, the car drive to the Institute was silent. I was again hyper aware of the other two people in the car and their scents mingled with cigar smoke and the worn leather of the car we were in. I stared out the window as buildings flew past. Because I was just a small town girl back home I felt tiny in a big city like New York. It was as if I was an ant as we drove past the huge structures that were used every day.

It wasn't long until we started driving up an empty road with trees surrounding it. I guessed that we were close and soon enough I got my answer. We eventually pulled up a long driveway after a large gate opened. Before the car was a huge mansion. It didn't look like a school but I guess if you're trying to school a ton of mutants then what better place was there?

I stepped out of the car and looked up with my mouth open and eyes wide. I had never seen a place like this in person, only on T.V. I tried to form words but nothing but a garbled mess left my mouth.

Storm laughed, "It's different isn't it?"

I swung my head to face her. "I'll say. I think I'm having culture shock." I raised my hand to my forehead. "Yeah, that's it. Culture shock."

"Wait until you meet the other students." Logan grunted (again!) before stalking up the rest of the driveway. I swear he only ever grunted!

I voiced my thoughts to Storm and she just chuckled, "Come on. Let's go and introduce you to the Professor."

If I had thought the outside was impressive then I was certainly in for a shock when I stepped inside. There was wood everywhere but it worked and definitely had that 19th century vibe about it. It kind of reminded me of the Salvatore Boarding House in that respect. Various students and possible teachers were here and there and looked at me with interest. I noticed a girl with two strips of white in her fringe talking to Logan. He wasn't smiling but I could tell he was happy to see her and if her grin was anything to go by, she was glad to see him too.

Something bubbled up inside of me that I couldn't identify. I didn't have a chance to either because a man with red sunglasses stopped in front on Storm and me. He wasn't bad looking but the line that his lips were set in told me not to mess with him. He seemed strict but that vanished when he sent a smile our way.

"Storm, it's good to see you back." He then turned to me, "You must me Natalee Whitely. I'm Scott Summers and one of your new professors. The Professor is waiting to see you."

'Is something holding you up?' A voice spoke in my head. It wasn't my own voice but that of a man.

"What the bloody hell was that?" I nearly exclaimed. Both of the adults turned to look at me. They didn't seem too pleased with my exclamation.

"That was the Professor, Natalee. And please try refrain from swearing whilst you're at this school." Storm requested. I guess I could do that. Maybe.

The two adults started leading me towards another room and when I entered I was greeted by bald man in a wheelchair. When I say greeted, I actually mean he scared the shit out of me.

'It's a pleasure to meet you, Natalee.'