I heard a Harvey Norman ad on the radio this morning, and I had an idea for a random fanfiction. Sarah is supposed to symbolize me, by the way.

Disclaimer: I do not own MR or the Harvey Norman ad.

Claimer: I own Sarah, her friends and the plot.

The Flock and me

FLYING PURPLE MONKEY FISH!

Sarah POV (duh!)

Me, Tasha, Beth and Amy were walking down the streets of Perth (Western Australia) on our way to Harbour Town. (Shopping centre) "Freakin hell," I groaned. "These boots are not meant for long walks. Lets grab a Yellow Cat." (Their free buses that go around Perth. I've never been on a red one before.) So we stopped at the next bus-thingie and pushed the button. I memorized that Harbour Town was stop 24. (A/N Random number. It's been a while since I was last there.)

Me and Amy sat on one of the seats that faced eachother, and Tash and Beth sat on the other one. Tash and Amy are twins. Only Tash dyed her hair black, so it was easy to tell them apart. Amy's hair was a blondey-orangey colour. Me and Beth had brown hair, only hers was darker than my almost blonde colour.

It took about 20 minutes to get to Harbour Town, and by then we were ready to face the shops. We all squealed as we hurried down the little steps and turned to eachother. "Where do we go first?" Asked Beth.

"I wanna go to Dr C's." I said. Last time I'd been here I'd gotten two gorgeous pairs of jeans. Everyone nodded.

We raced to the escelator, jumping on and waiting impatiently for it to reach the top. We walked with some dignity around the corner to Dr C's, where we rushed over to the sales racks. What can I say? We didn't want to waste $50 each on one pair of jeans. The day basically went like that until around lunchtime. . .

"What is that?" Amy asked just before we got to the kebab place. We all looked at her; she was looking at the sky. So, naturally, we all looked up. There, just in eye-shot, were six figures in the sky.

"Their birds." Said Beth. Tash shook her head.

"Their planes." She countered. I shook my head, a smile on my face.

"FLYING PURPLE MONKEYS!!!!!" I shouted, pointing to the sky. Everyone looked at me, but I was still pointing at the sky, so they looked too. Of course, I burst out laughing, the girls following my lead. It was pretty funny.

Once my laughter was under control, I looked up at the sky again. The figures had gotten closer. It looked like a flock of giant birds heading for the kebab shop. But since I'd read the books, I put two and two together. I gasped. "No way." I muttered.

The figures were clearly human if you looked hard enough. Our age too, well half of them were. One was a girl with dirty blond hair. There was a guy, clad in all black. A boy wearing a light blue top had strawberry blonde hair. These three looked our age. Then there was a darker skinned girl, she was very pretty. A younger boy, dressing like the boy with strawberry blonde hair, but had a hair colour the same as the last one. She looked around 7, had very cute blonde curls and was wearing nothing but pink clothes.

I knew who they were, but i-it just couldn't be possible. I screamed the first thing that came to mind. "FISH!" That earned me some looks, but everyone else had seen what I'd seen.

It was the Flock. James Patterson's Maximum Ride's Flock. OMFG!

I felt like I would faint for the first time in my life. I guess I did.

When I came to, I saw my friends looking down at me. Once they saw that I was awake, they helped me up. Bad idea. I saw black spots and had to sit down in the nearest chair. I looked around. Had it just been a dream?

One look at the crowd told me it wasn't. In front, was the Flock, wings and all. The crowd were staring at them, but they paid no mind. 'Max' had an annoyed look on her face.

"You Sarah Kurtis?" She asked. (A/N don't ask where I got the last name, it just popped into my head.) I nodded weakly. She sighed. "So you know about us?" I nodded again, my eyes wide. How did she know my name? What were they doing in Australia?

"H-how do you know?" I asked, my voice shakey. She huffed.

"I was sent to find you, okay? Now, are you coming or not?" Huh? WTF? "Ugh," she groaned, and turned to the crowd. "Can we please talk to her in private?" She glared at them and they slowly started to back away. "Them too," she added, looking at my friends.

I shook my head. "Nuh-uh, no way am I talking to the Flock and have my friends miss out. They stay." I heard 3 sighs of relief from behind me.

The Flock all groaned. "Fine!" Max snapped. "Whatever. Okay, you've heard of my Voice, right?" I nodded slowly. "Okay, so the Voice told me to come here, find you, and bring you with us. We need you to help us with a problem."

Well, that didn't go as expected.

I wanted to write more, but I just didn't know what the actual problem should be! PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE SUGGEST SITUATIONS THAT THE FLOCK COULD BE IN! I need suggestions. Otherwise this fic will have to be deleted, 'cause it won't go anywhere!

Randomitis Sufferer