A/n: MY SECOND STORY! Wow… it's not really my second story… just…. One I hope you all will actually read… yes… so I think. But anyways, I really hope you enjoy. I will hope that it will do better than my past stories. I don't want to be one of the authors who are only famous of one of my stories. Like the one hit wonders.

Summary (cause' the box can't hold it all): Chelsea Simmons is a student at a high school in Forks, Washington. That's normal. She has wings and her best friend is a vampire. That's everything but normal. Chelsea could deal with it. But everything starts to fall apart when new arrivals tells Chelsea that everything she thought she knew is just a fantasy and that her real name is Maximum Ride. Not only that, but her best friend is slipping away when "the love of his life" shows up. And can the Flock's new member handle their potential recruitment?

Chapter 1: Chelsea Simmons

My head was spinning and my lids were heavy. I tried to lift my head but it was as if it was being weighed down by an anvil. My breathing was short and fast and it felt like the air around me was slowly fading away. I could feel my shoulders shaking and I jolted up. There standing in front of me was a woman in her early forties with brown hair and eyes. Her high cheek bones and full lips made her look almost a few years younger. On the far end of the room were a man with sandy graying hair and a mustache and another man in a white coat. I shuttered for reasons I didn't know.

The woman collapsed on me in a tight embrace and sobbed, "I'm so glad you're awake. We had to tell someone, we were so afraid honey." I didn't know what she was talking about. The man with the graying hair shook the white coats (shutter… why) hand and then the white coat left.

"Are you alright?" He asked. I could tell that he too was crying, but still trying to hold back the tears.

I began to subconsciously pat the woman's head and said, "I'm alright mom and dad." The words fell from my mouth like sweet honey, so natural. They both looked at me for a moment, expecting me to go on. I didn't.

"Alright Chelsea," He said slowly as if they would fly away if he let them out too fast.

Mom kept sobbing into my shoulder. "My baby. My poor, poor baby," she mumbled.

***

I popped my suitcase down on the floor of my room. The Navy blue walls with white rims felt so familiar it was almost sickening. But it was home sweet home. I let myself fall limp on my bed and just laid there till my dad came knocking on the door.

"Getting comfortable?" He asked taking a bite out of an apple he had gotten from down stairs. He was trying to get healthy and loose a couple of pounds. Not that he wanted to, his doctor told him to.

I picked myself up so that my elbows were supporting me. "No, I'm just being a very, how would you say," I made a thinking face, "being very corpse-like." I smiled and he laughed a bit. He stood straighter.

"Do you want to go tell your friends that your back?" he tossed me the keys, which I cached gracefully.

"Yah, I'll be sure to do that," I stood up and crossed my fingers, "pray that I don't blow up the car."

"Don't scare me," he said as he walked down the hall. I had just gotten my driver's licenses a month ago and was stoked. You had to walk through the whole house in order to get to the garage, though I have to admit that our house was a little one story dink.

I walked into the garage to find the little old rusted blue Volkswagen Beetle. It wasn't much but it was still a car that worked. I was a natural at driving, like I had done it since I was twelve. I backed out of the drive way and made a LEGAL U-turn to my left and headed straight. I was debating to turn another left on the next turn. But I decided to go right instead, something told me I should. I was driving down the street when I saw a guy with bronze messy hair and topaz eyes. His face was "god like" but pale like a ghost. And under his eyes were dark circles, the universal sign of not enough rest. He was sitting on his own table at the local Café, I pulled over.

I was about to get out of my car when a face popped up in front of my window. I jolted with surprise.

"Hey Chell," He leaned against the car. His baby blue eyes were shinning at me, blinding, like his too happy smile. A gust of wind blew his blond hair and he tried to restrain a shiver, but lost hopelessly.

"Hey Mike," I smiled back.

He squirmed a bit before saying, "So, haven't seen you all summer. Where've you been?" he looked down at me in a way that made me feel uneasy. I hated it when people looked down at me through something else, like I was an animal.

"Yah," I nodded, "I have. I'll tell you if I can get out of the car."

I nodded like a fool then realized what I just said and quickly moved out of the way. I opened the door, feeling relief wash over me, and stood facing him. We were the same height. I was always tall for my age, sometimes I looked a few years older too. One time an old lady had mistaken me for my mom's twenty-year-old younger sister.

"Yah," I began rubbing my head, "I was in Anaheim visiting my grandma. Stayed there all summer trying to tell her that I really am sixteenand not six." I bobbed up and down a bit, "What about you?"

"Oh, stayed here and helped with the shop." He said with a lack of interest. His parents owned a shop in Forks that I used to work part time at last year so I could buy my car. "So," he went on, "I was going to go by there." He paused for a moment then went on, "you want to come with?"

I tried my hardest not to make an "ew" face. "No, I um, need to go say hi to everyone else first."

He looked disappointed for a moment then put back on his sickening sweet smile again. "Okay, well, see you tomorrow right?"

"Maybe," I didn't want him to get his hopes up. Though in this town, the chances of me not seeing him is one to a thousand. He walked off shrugging his baseball jacket tighter around him. I looked over to the table and no one was there. I sucked in a breath of frustration.

"You know that he's crazy about you." I jumped up a foot at the first sound. Whirling around with an annoyed look on my face I hissed, "Geez Edward, are you guys trying to kill me?"

He gave me a crooked grin and chuckled. Looking up at me with his topaz eyes he apologized, "sorry."

I hit him as hard as I could because I knew softly he wouldn't feel. "Yah right," I shot back and climbed into my car. In seconds he was sitting next to me staring straight ahead. His denim jacket crumpled at his neck where he was leaning forwards a bit.

"Where are we going?" He asked slightly amused at the dust floating around in my car. I wasn't the neatest person around.

"Any where three gallons of gas can take me." I started to pull out of my little spot.

He raised an eyebrow as if to say, "Three?" and I just kept looking at the road like the good little girl I am. "I used over half of my tank earlier this summer and I think I have like six gallons left. Or ten, but I want to be safe and not have to push my car back fifteen miles."

He started to laugh and I gave him a look that said, "Insane person in my car." his laughter turned into small little chuckles. He waited for his laughter to die down before saying, "You could go the gas station before you go on your little drive." He pointed a Shell station up ahead. I blushed a bit but recomposed myself.

"See, this is why my parents don't give me a dog. I'll actually go hunting for something in order to feed it." I made a turn into the station.

"Or," he was going to correct me, "They don't want his barking at the sight of your feathers." I rolled my eyes. "Like that's hardly the case." I said sarcastically. Yup, my wings were always a problem. I can't have a pet because they may think that I'm another animal. I always have to wear a jacket in public. I never can go swimming when we are on vacation. But I learned to deal.

***

We were sitting in a grassy field in freaking nowhere. But I didn't mind. I always loved the feeling of freeness. Being in a house was always nice, but the feeling I get from being in a tree or a rock for some reason gave me a familiarity. Edward always said that it was the bird in me, but I knew that it was more than that.

"You excited about tomorrow?" He asked me through half lidded eyes. I knew that he couldn't sleep, but having closed eyes was always close enough right?

"JR year?" I laid down on my side because my back was painful, with the wings and all. "It's not like senior year."

"Trust me Chell," his eyes were open now. His face was scary serious. "Things can change, every year brings something new. Alice says she saw something." I was alert now. His sister, Alice could see the future, and I took her 'seeing' seriously.

"What did she see?" I asked. Not sure if I really wanted to know.

"She didn't know what she saw." He paused so that he could shift to look at me. "She said it was really fuzzy. But what she knows she saw were broken people and tears. She saw you, and you were on the floor." He looked at me, "I won't let it happen."

"She told you this?"

"She didn't have too," he smirked then went all serious again. Of course, I forgot for a second that he could read minds. I sat up and looked at the sky. Wanting to shoot up right now, I was dying to.

"You can go," he said.

I looked at him and smiled, "I thought you couldn't read my mind?" He chuckled and sat up too.

"I can't, but I don't need to be able to in order to read that look on your face," he tapped my nose lightly.

I gave him a grateful smile. I shrugged off my jacket, letting it fall dead on the grass, and I stood up. Unfurling my wings I took a moment to admire them. To feel that stretch in my muscles. I gave a little ruffle to them. They were fifteen feet tip to tip of white feathers with brown flecks. I took a breath before giving myself one good, strong flap. It pushed me a good eight feet and I gave myself another one till I was about one hundred feet up in the graying sky.

Fang P.O.V

"Where are we going again?" grey wings caught up to me. I was in front of the Flock, letting them drift off me.

"North, I told you Ginger," I said in my trademark monotone expressionless voice. Ginger was still hard to get used to, even after two years. She came to us after we lost Max. We didn't know where she went; one night she was there, the next she wasn't. And in her place, was a staggering Ginger. She was really different from Max. We may still have six people, but that doesn't mean we're a whole. She's just an addition.

"I liked it better in Arizona." Ginger pouted next to me, "That woman was really nice. We could have stayed with her, had a bed to stay in for the rest of our lives. She acted like we were her own kids. I've never had a mom, none of us have. Why didn't we stay?"

I let out a breath of frustration. I didn't really want to be leader, but we needed one. Iggy would be a good one if he wasn't a blind pyromaniac. Ginger was hardly a candidate. "Because we can't stay in one place too long." We had stopped off with Max's mom after we checked the School. We thought that she would be there and let me tell you that it was no walk in the park. We didn't get caught because I made sure no one saw us. My powers have grown so that I can take other people through the thrill of being unseen.

"Fang!" Nudges voice went shooting through my thoughts. She pointed to a figure that was still a little dot, even with our raptor vision. But I could tell that it was something with wings, and it wasn't a bird.

Everyone was looking in that direction. I took out my phone, the one that Doc. Martinez gave me. She said to use it whenever she or Jeb could help.

"Hey," I said into the phone.

"Fang?" Came Jeb's voice. "Is there something you need?"

"Yah," I paused for a moment looking at a sign that said Welcome to Forks, Washington. "Can you help us get a house in Forks, Washington?" I heard him grunt and then gave out a sigh.

"Alright Fang," I heard a few papers ruffle, "You'll have one by tonight. Anything else."

"Um," I thought for a moment. If Max was here, she may be leading a normal life. Though the odds of it are pretty low, and we may be here for a while… I trailed off in my own thoughts. Jeb cleared his throat on the other end. "Oh, yes, could you sign us up for school?"

End

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