A/N:Chapter 6, Yay! Okay so it is longer but I don't know if it is long by everyone's standards. It certainly is by mine, anyway. Enough of me, enjoy!

Chapter 6:

It wasn't until later that evening that I was woken up. Loud banging reverberated through my room and it caused me to shoot upright in an instant. Looking over at the door, I saw that it seemed to be shaking from the ferocity of the knocking. If you could call it that.

I collapsed backwards on to my bed and heaved a sigh of exasperation before I got up and headed towards the door. The noise didn't cease as I walked across the room. In fact, it probably got louder.

"Hang on. I'm coming." I shouted. Upon opening the door, I saw a very tall, very handsome guy with his fist raised to the door. He was so tall I had to crane my neck to look him in the eye. I raised an eyebrow. "Christ on a bike! You're really fucking tall."

He laughed. Actually laughed, right at me. "My name is Piotr or Peter. I was told to come and get you for dinner. The Professor thought you might be hungry." He smiled politely and waited for my response. I thought about that for a moment. On one hand I wanted to sleep more but on the other I felt as though I could eat a horse. Did I go with my head or my stomach?

My stomach won. I shrugged, "Sure, lead the way, Peter."

As I followed him, I took note of the different hallways. I mean if I was going to be living here for a while then I needed to know my way around. Peter seemed to appreciate that I didn't want to talk and silently led me to the dining area.

The sight I was welcomed by was not what I was expecting. Back at my old school the dinner hall had been hectic. Masses of people trying to find a seat. Food going everywhere. Someone even threw milkshake over a teacher once. Here, however, was a completely different story. Everyone was either already sat down or they were getting food. They were even lined up without any arguments. I could see students sat in friendship groups but no one was on their own. No food was flying around and in some cases I could see teachers sat amongst the students. They seemed to be having a good time as well. I certainly wasn't used to this.

Peter's voice brought me out of my reverie. "Come with me. We can grab some dinner." I smiled and followed him, eager to get some sustenance inside of me. I glanced around again and caught sight of Storm. Her snow white hair contrasting against the dark clothes she wore. Beside her was Logan. He was engaged in a conversation with the girl I had seen him with earlier that day. That twinge of emotion came again. I still couldn't tell what it was but it had increased ten-fold then because something she had said made him smile. I didn't like that for some reason but decided to leave it alone as I began to pick what I wanted to eat.

After I had finished, Peter gestured me to follow him again. I assumed he was taking me to sit with his friends. I hadn't realized that included the girl with the white streaks. I began to panic. How was I meant to sit with her if I didn't know why she seemed to annoy me. I wanted to say something but at the same time I didn't want to upset Peter. He seemed nice and like the kind of guy I could easily get on with. This un-named girl though, I wasn't too sure about.

As we neared the table, a boy about my age looked up. He was sat next to the un-named girl and after Peter sat down the only available space was on the other side of her. I was tempted to twist my expression into a grimace but the boy that noticed our approach interrupted me.

"Hi, I'm Bobby Drake. And this is Rogue." He reached over to shake my hand after he introduced himself and the girl I had taken a dislike to. Who name's their kid Rogue? Or was it a nickname, like Storm's?

"Natalee Whitely. Pleasure to meet you. " I spoke to Bobby politely and barely managed a nod at Rogue.

A squeal from a girl across the table turned my attention to her. Her hands were covering her mouth and her eyes were wide. I raised an eyebrow at Peter who was sat next to her. He simply chuckled and nudged her with his elbow.

She jolted out of her stupor. "Oh, I'm Kitty Pryde. Sorry if I scared you then. It's just, well, you're British. And the only other person I've met whose British is the Professor. But he's been here so long his accent has kind of faded a bit." She rambled. Everyone else seemed to have the same reaction as mine. Amusement.

"Well, I'm glad you like it, Kitty. That's kind of new from what other people have said once they've heard me speak." I stated.

"What do you mean?" A southern voice came from the side. I turned and saw that it was Rogue. Fabulous, she was a sweet little southern belle. Absolutely fucking fantastic.

I then remembered that she had asked me a question and I tried to answer without a glare or grimace. "Most of the time, when I first meet people a load of really random drivel comes out of my mouth. So it kind of lowers their initial opinion of me." I spoke quickly so I didn't have to look at her for too long. She was beautiful, far more so than myself. I didn't know why that bothered me, but it did.

I decided to eat my food before it got too cold, but a question sprang to mind. I twisted my head to face Logan and coughed to get his attention.

He stared back, "Yeah?"

"Um…Well. When will my powers start to show?"

He hesitated before answering. "You'll get sick when it happens. But someone will be there to help you through it." His tone made it sound like it wasn't up for discussion. That didn't stop me from asking him something else.

"Will that be you?" I still don't know why I asked him that. I just know that I did. The expressions of the people around me were strange. Some looked at me in shock, others in worry and Rogue had an unidentifiable expression. I continued looking at Logan and saw some kind of emotion flicker across his face. It was gone before I even had the chance to properly notice it, but it was there.

It took him a while to answer, but eventually he did. "Maybe." With that he stood and walked out of the room, the shocked stares of the students burning into his back. Then they switched to me.

"What?" I asked dumbfounded. I didn't get why they were looking at me that way. Even Storm was doing it. It was also her that answered me.

"No one has made Logan act like that in…well…ever." Surely that couldn't be true. What was so special about me? Absolutely nothing, that's what. Maybe it was because I was a female feral and he felt like he had something with me for that reason.

"Right, of course not. You don't expect me to believe that do you?" I scoffed. My food was almost finished so I could get out of there soon.

"She's right." There was that annoying southern voice again. "He doesn't even act like that with me." She sounded almost hurt but I couldn't care less. Something inside me actually rejoiced at that, was happy that she was hurt.

'Jesus Christ! I need to get a grip.' I thought to myself. I suddenly didn't feel hungry anymore and stood in order to bin what was left on the plate. I walked away, ignoring the calls of my new acquaintances, and left the room. I needed to get away and think.

I found myself wondering in the garden. Because it was getting late, I could see the stars in the sky. I felt instantly calmer. For as long as I could remember, I had always preferred the night. Thinking about it now, I guess it had something to do with my mutation. I inhaled the cool night air and felt it wrap around me like a blanket.

That was when I felt it. As if someone was watching me. I glanced around but couldn't find the source of my discomfort. I dismissed it and walked a little further before settling myself on the grass. I lay back and admired the stars twinkling above me. If only my life was as easy. They just had to sit there and look pretty. They didn't have any hardships and probably wouldn't for thousands of years. I don't know how long I lay there, trapped in my own little world, but one sentence brought me back to Earth.

"What the hell are you doing, Kid?"