UPDATE 28-12-12: Not ever finishing this-I lost all the original material and am just overhauling everything that does exist. Because this story is like, the worst thing I've ever written-the quality of writing is extraordinarily poor and I have to fix it.

Hey don't worry about me not finishing it I have it all planned out and i've written up to chapter 23(actually 22 I don't beileve in that 13 is an unkucky no. but i'm pretending I do to make it Feel longer) still have to type it though.

Chapter One: Forks

(Max's P.O.V.)

I love planes, yeah despite the claustrophobic feeling. I love flying outside, but it, well, rains outside. And apparently in Forks- a tiny town in the back end of the Washington peninsula-where my Mom was shipping us to live with her non-identical twin sister. Sarah. Me, Fang, Iggy, Nudge, Gasman and my baby Angel. My baby Angel, who shot me the bird for forgetting Total and Akila the dogs. Yes the six bird kids and the six bird kids' two dogs one of which can talk and fly, sorta. Don't get me wrong, Total could talk the hind leg off a donkey and any number of his barnyard friends-but he was more like a chicken when it came to fying. And let's not forget the little Voice in my head that wasn't mine, the one that might make me come across a complete schitzo when I put it like that. But the Voice gave pretty good advice-occasionally. Once in a blue moon, if I'm honest with you.

"Max go to sleep, you need sleep," the Voice coaxed.

"No," I thought stubbornly, just because he was a part of me, didn't mean I liked him..

"Max..." the Voice persisted.

"No way Houssay," I thought, the best way to communicate with your own brain, but the Voice, being in my mind was able to make me go to sleep even if I don't want to, which he did. The thing has no respect for my desisions.

My sleep was dreamless, The Voice kept the nightmares at bay. There were no Erasers and no whitecoats. There was no dead Flock and no needles. There was no anything.

"Max, Max wake up, we're almost there," Fang gently shook me awake. This was when I realized I'd been ]sleeping, and hopefully not drooling, on him. I peeked out the window, ignoring the funny looks people were giving us because dogs had managed to get their own seats, cough-Angel-cough. I yawned and fastened my seat belt 'in preparation for landing' as per the cabin crew's orders. The landing was a little bumpy-okay it was very bumpy who taught that pilot how to fly? They did a crap job of it, anyway. We grabbed our hand luggage, which was almost all of our luggage. Fang's laptop was on his lap, and he was sliding it into the case my Mom had given him.

When we told her we'd go to school, but, and there's always a 'but', we wanted to go with normal people(that is-those not gifted with the power of flight) not to be stuck in that Lerner joint –READ: prison-she agreed. After a bit of a "show down" with the government they caved, and we got Social Security Numbers. Angel helped with the making of them cave. Anyhow, back to the present-it doesn't do to remin... uh, live in the past.

The plane touched down gently and the air hostess let us off. Everything smelled like rain, and the air was fresh, cool and damp. We got our remaining luggage, which was one big, bright, orange suitcase that was mostly full of our dogs' stuff - the dogs had to have clothes. In it were the guide dog for the blind jackets, Totals fuzzy warm jacket he'd gotten in Antarctica and raincoats. Plus other dog clothes, Total needed a full time jacket since his wings started growing. Even though Total's wings were black they were still noticeable. Feathers versus fur. Mom had run some tests-or gotten some else to, or maybe just made a great big guess- and Total was 96% dog(of the small, annoying variety), 2% human and 2% bird. Akila was the only 100%er in the Flock.

I looked around for Sarah. She was holding a big sign that read

M. Ride & Co.

She shook our hands and asked how Valencia and Ella were doing and told that two of us would have to share.

"Oh, Angel will you share with me? It'll be just like we used to. Only can we have bunk beds? That would be so cool!" Nudge would have continued but Sarah cut her off.

"Calm down, Nudge is it?" She'd been briefed, informed of Nudge's runaway mouth. Hopefully she was warned about other things aswell." We have to go shopping for that sort of thing," Oh, no. God no. Not the "S" word. Not...

"Shopping, YAY!" Nudge squealed-I hate it when she does that . "How much can we spend? When do we start? What's your house like? Is it big? Does it have a garden? Like Anne's-only she was evil but I liked going to school. Not the School now just ordinary school. Not capital. Ya know with teachers and students?" She paused to take a breath. I took advantage of the silence.

"Okay guys let's go!" Sarah piled us all into her seven seater.

At the furniture shop, and by this I do of course mean ikea, Angel clutched Celeste as Nudge dragged us to the bed section. Fang went for his trademark black. Iggy went for white out of touch. Nudge got a bunk bed.

"Can I go on the bottom?" asked Angel shyly.

"Yeah, sure and we can hang a curtain a veil over it like we did in our first home," Nudge was on a roll (the School wasn't considered as a "home" we'd never been happy there.)She chattered on as I picked a bed. I didn't care how it looked as long as I fit in it and the mattress was comfortable. Wallpapers/paints just as everything Fang chose was black, everything Iggy chose was white. He wanted to see in his room, if nowhere else. Angel and Nudge picked colours like purple and pink with a dash of light blue. I picked at random but when it came to colour it was mostly red, the colour of blood, I guess. Gazzy wanted camouflage on everything he'd even managed to find camouflage wallpaper.

"Gazzy I know you like camouflage, but enough already, yes you can have everything else camouflage, but you'd want to see the furniture," I said. Empathise on "see".

"Okay," he said after a moment's consideration. "But I can have everything else camouflage, right?"

"Right, I'll get you some green paint or something," I grabbed a random tin of green. "This okay?" I encourage my Flock to voice their opinions.

"It'll do but I really liked the wallpaper," He'd had but...

"You'd want to see him if he wore camouflage" the Voice said, almost jokingly.

"Exactly, "I murmured.

"What Max?" Fang, Iggy couldn't touch the colours of the paint pots so Fang was helping him find white.

I sent him a look "Voice"

"Oh, right" his Facial expression didn't change his eyes told me the story. I grabbed a red paint pot and tossed into the trolley. Looking causal but not breaking eye contact.

"Yeah right" I didn't say anything, didn't have to. With Fang, I never had to say anything.

"Max-anything serious?" He was worried. I was worried.

"No, but I'll be careful," We were good at these conversations. Fang was about to "say" something in reply but Iggy knocked over a paint can display and we broke eye contact.

I owe all reviewers cookies (or muffins)

UPDATE 28-12-12: I'm not giving out any baked goods to anyone. I apologize if I led you on, but... don't take baked goods from strangers, kids. Emphasise on strange.