Why Me? (X-Men fan fiction)

Chapter 3 "Travels"

Getting up early really isn't my thing. The next morning I got up at five, went downstairs, got something to eat, and left, all before anyone was up, at least anyone I saw.
As I was walking up the long driveway I felt like I was leaving a part of me behind, which doesn't make much sense, since I hadn't been there long, but (school name) had been my home more than anywhere else. I was sad to be leaving, I just kept telling myself that I would come back eventually. I had been walking on the main road for about five hours now and about sixty cars drove by without stopping when I stuck my hand out to get a lift. Walking along I heard a car coming so I did as usual and lucky for me the driver pulled over. It was a young woman she smiled at me and ushered me into the car.
"Hello dear, I'm Yana you need a ride?" She seemed nice, but I was still wary when it comes to getting into random people's cars.
"Yes if you don't mind driving me to the nearest city."
"Of course dear, and on the way you can tell me about yourself." I had to come up with two hours worth of lies to satisfy Yana. I couldn't go around saying 'I'm an underage mutant,' or anything really about myself so I lied, which wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. Yana dropped me off at a bus station with sixty dollars to buy bus tickets and food.
I didn't know where I should go, I couldn't go back to my parents, I couldn't go to my brother, I had no friends. It all seemed hopeless until I remembered my grandfather's cabin, then I bought the tickets and left for Colorado.
The money Yana had given me lasted two meals and the bus tickets, but I wasn't quite sure what I was going to do once I got to the cabin, I had no food or money I was too young to get any real paying jobs. I got to the cabin and decided it would have been a good idea to pack more provisions. The cabin was old and dusty, me and my family had gone there every summer for years until my brother Conner left for Australia, since then it hadn't got much use.
Now, our cabin was originally my grandfather's, it has four rooms in all. The master bedroom a smaller bedroom, the kitchen, and living room, it was nice and cozy and had that wood cabin smell, all in all it was as close to home as I could get not being at Xavier Institute for Higher Learning. Eagerly I looked around for anything that would have been useful. I found, bedding in the closet, three cans of baked beans in a cabinet in the kitchen, and a shotgun with shells under the master bed. Shot gun, I know a little extreme but everyone that lives in the woods has one. So that night I started a fire with the extra wood in the shed, which I decided to look through in the morning, and ate one of my three cans of baked beans for dinner then went to bed with the shotgun loaded beside me.