Me: Oooookay, new story. But first. Really important question.

Maya: Should she delete Piper?

Me: I don't know, it's like inspiration has never really hit me after I stopped with that Safe & Sound obsession...

Maya: Speaking of music, she did this while listening to Time of My Life by David Cook. On repeat.

Me: What? It's nice! Oh, and an even more important question.

Maya: Do you guys seriously think she owns Maximum Ride?

-:-

"Okay girls, so I see you are all ready for English lesson," he started, nodding at Geraldine, who had all her textbooks on the table. Goody-two-shoes. "However," he continued, "We won't be needing those." Everyone's head, including mine, snapped up in surprise. Usually, Mr. Joels would just ask us to read a long passage, while he used his computer to check his Facebook or something. Pffft.

"Today, you all will be getting your letters from those boys at McQueen Institution. Remember the ones that I told you about last week?" I frowned. Okay, since when did he talk about that? Oh well. I probably missed it when I was doodling. Again. I really should start listening to his boring rants.

"Max!" Nudge whispered-shouted as she clutched my hand excitedly. "We're gonna send letters to boys! Like, legit boys! I hear that they're coming to our school to visit at the end of the term. Hmmm, I wonder what's mine like. Hopefully not those type of geeky ones." She shuddered. "I don't think I can stand sending letters to that type of person a whole month. All he'll ever be talking will be, like, 'Oh, science is so interesting! Algebra is the best thing since since sliced bread! Ohhhhhh!' That would be torturous." I laughed loudly at her poor imitation of a guy's voice, earning a sharp look from Mr Joels.

"If you don't mind, Maxie, I have to tell the class something important."

"It's Max." I hissed under my breath, but he couldn't hear it. I absolutely hated the name my dad, no, he's not my dad, Jeb, gave me before he died, and I insisted I was called Max instead. So far, everyone has caught one, except for a few teachers. I detested it, and I detested Jeb. But never mind that now.

"As I was saying, the boys have already given their letters to their teachers, they'll be sent to us, and it'll be put in the class tray." He gestured to the class tray on the table, which he had just brought in. "Another thing," he added, and I rolled my eyes. Was he ever going to finish? If he didn't, he'd be talking more than Ella when she saw the 'awesome room' I had, and that's really saying something.

"We'll be using aliases. The boys will be coming to visit at the end of the term, and we want you to figure out yourselves who your person is. It shouldn't be difficult. Now, I want your letter by the end of your period. Get cracking." He said, and promptly took his Macbook out, probably to check his Facebook like always.

There was a mad rush to collect the letters from the tray. Come on, what did you expect from a bunch of hormonal girls whose only interaction with boys is from their elder or younger brother? Me, I was glad to say, and this girl who I never really bothered to know, just stayed in our seats and stared at them.

"There!" Nudge slapped my envelope on my table. The words 'MAXIMUM RIDE' were on it. Oh. I remembered vaguely that I registered that as my alias. Mental note: Try to remember important things, instead of random things, like how that girl Piper has a different eye colour everyday.

Ella turned around and smiled at me excitedly. "What's your one called? My one's called Iggy!"

"Mine's, um," Nudge squinted at the paper. "Omega. He has really weird handwriting. It's all jagged."

I glanced at the envelope and took the letter out. "He's called Fang," I replied as I read the scrawled words. Ella and Nudge nodded absentmindedly and started reading their letters.

Blocking the noisy chatter of my classmates (in vain), I concentrated on the letter and started reading.

Yo Maximum.

That's a weird name you got yourself there. Anyway, I'm supposed to be writing to you because my teacher said so. Well, you got lucky. I write a lot more than I talk, so hopefully this'll be long enough.

Let me first introduce myself. I go by Fang here, and don't even think about asking me where that come from. I like blogging (no, I'm not telling you what website it is), and I occasionally play the guitar.

Apparently they're making us write to each other so we can 'interact with someone else of the gender'. More like so we wouldn't become homosexuals. (A/N: No offence to anyone.)

How are you enjoying your days in school? Mine is...just boring. Don't ask why. Okay, so we are supposed to come to your school at the end of the month. I pray that you girls won't jump on us or something.

Okay, I'm done with this letter thing.

-Fang.

So, he wasn't does those type of talkative person, huh? Fine by me. I clutched my pen, and started writing.

Hello, Fang (I'm still gonna ask. Where the hell did that come from?)

First of all, you do not insult my awesome name. Thank you.

Secondly, blogging isn't really my favourite thing to do, since I'm practically Internet illiterate. As for guitars, I like them. My younger sister plays them. The only problem is that all she plays are Taylor Swift songs and it gets irritating after a while. As for me, I like sketching and obsessing over The Hunger Games, I guess. No, it's not the Twilight love triangle that I like, it's the killings.

...I probably sound like some homicidal maniac now, don't I?

Well, I do take shooting as my co-curricular activity, so be careful!

-Maximum Ride-

I stuffed it into the envelope provided, then dropped it in the class tray.

Looking around me, I saw Ella giggling as she was writing her letter back to 'Iggy', and Nudge frowning at her letter, probably trying to decipher the blob of mess that 'Omega' considered his so-called handwriting.

Good luck with that, Nudge. I hope you make it out alive. I wasn't kidding about the last part. She looked like she wanted to hit her head on her table, which would probably lead to a concussion, and it'll lead to a coma, and then her death, that poor girl...

Wow. I really do need to stop reading depressing stories.

-:-

Me: So, how was it? And no there isn't Nudge/Omega. That'll be...repulsive. Bleh.

Maya: Was it good? Was it bad? Was it so horrible that you want to flame her? Or was it decent enough to make you review?

Me: And if you didn't get that hint,

REVIEW!

Please? At least 5 reviews?