This is the second chapter of the fic. If you find any mistakes, tell me and I'll edit it.

Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men.

Beast had led me up several staircases and down a hallway until we reached a medium sized room with three beds and three dressers. He had left me to unpack and told me to go down to the cafeteria when I was finished. He had taken Bun-Buns out to the gardens, but after Fluffy attempted to slice his arm open, he had elected to let me take him down later.

It had taken me all of ten minutes to get everything put away, and I had decided against wandering around in an attempt to find the stables. I had ordered Fluffy to stay in the room until I got back, and he had curled up on the empty bed that I had claimed and gone to sleep. Of course, the odds of him actually staying there were quite low, but a girl could dream, right?

I shut the door softly, and turned. Beast had said to turn left, go down the steps, turn right, and that there would be a door dead ahead that would lead to the cafeteria, where I could eat.

I walked slowly down the hallway, admiring the view from the windows. There were gardens everywhere, and I could see a fountain. This place was so charming it was nauseating.

I had followed Beast's instructions, and ended up in a large room filled with tables. Every one was filled with kids chowing down. I scanned the room, looking for an empty seat or friendly face. There were two spare seats, one at a table of kindergarten-age kids who were throwing food at each other, and the other at a table of people my age. I weighed my options, and decided to go with the lesser of two evils. I took a deep breath, and began to trudge my way over to the teenagers. As I approached, I got a good look at them for the first time, and immediately wanted to turn back. What were the odds that the one table available was occupied by members of the Future Mutant Models of America club? My eyes shot back to the kindergarteners. I imagined mustard in my hair, and I managed to drag my gaze back to the teenagers.

There were two girls and three guys sitting at the table. One girl had a pretty, round face with straight brown hair. She turned her head, and I saw that there were two white streaks in her hair, like highlights. She was talking to one of the boys, and holding his hand. He had extremely light brown hair and brown eyes, and was laughing. The other girl had lighter brown hair, and light blue eyes. She was smiling at one of the other boys, and blonde with pale skin and icy blue eyes. The third guy also had dark brown hair, and gray eyes that were staring at his food.

I groaned inwardly, and dragged myself forward. When I reached their table, the girl with hair streaks glanced up and said with a slight Southern accent," Uh, can I help you?"

I muttered, very quietly," Can I sit with you?"

The girl smiled slightly, and replied," Why not?"

Wow, maybe I could make friends here. I sat in the empty seat, and watched them eat in silence for a moment before the other girl said," So, what's your name?"

It took me a minute to realize she was speaking to me," It's Isabel. Isabel Turner."

"I'm Kitty, that's Rogue, he's Bobby, the blonde is Warren, and the other one is Peter."

I spent a moment trying to connect names to faces before the girl with the white hair streaks said politely," Do you want a peanut?"

She extended a small bag filled with the aforementioned nut, and I nodded gratefully. I hadn't eaten anything so far that day, and was quite hungry. She shook about a dozen peanuts into my outstretched hand, and I gratefully popped a few in my mouth. As I shut my eyes, chewing contently, I thought that this place might not be half bad. When my eyes opened, I noticed that the other occupants of the table were staring at me. Or more specifically, the palm that held my peanuts.

I glanced down, and saw that the nuts resting in my palm had sprouted small, pale green stems, complete with tiny leaves.

I felt my face turn red with embarrassment. "Sorry, I'll fix that."

I waved my free hand over the peanuts, and felt a small amount of energy leave me as the stems withered and died, then crumbled into dust. I popped the peanuts into my mouth before they could sprout again before glancing back at the table's other occupants.

They were still eating and carrying on their conversations, acting as if someone making peanuts magically sprout was an everyday occurrence. That in itself made me want to smile, because at my old school, someone would make a completely unfunny joke, or ask me to perk up their salad or whatever.

"I like your hair."

I started slightly, not expecting anyone else to talk to me. I looked at the girl with white hair streaks-Rogue, if I recalled correctly- and spent about ten seconds trying to come up with a suitable answer. I settled on, "Thanks, yours is nice, too." I wasn't just trying to be nice, she had very pretty hair.

"So, the green skin and all that is a side effect of your mutation?"

This time, a witty reply came to me. "Either that, or it was the radioactive mushrooms."

Rogue smiled, and was about to say something, but she was cut off by a loud bell that I assumed signaled the end of lunch.

People began to finish up their respective conversations and got up, tossing their remaining food in the trash. I, not knowing what class I should go to, just joined the horde of kids who looked about my age, and followed them, feeling like I should moo.

Which probably would not have been a bad idea.