Disclaimer: Maximum Ride and all of the characters associated with Maximum Ride belong to James Patterson. Everything else is mine you hear me? MINE!

Chapter description: Bout time I got this done, just an intro to Chris really.

Overall Description: A handful of teens have recently gone missing over America. Chris Hope is becoming quite suspicious of the feeling he's getting followed. And for the flock, things just can't get much worse right now.

Pairings: Just a heads up throughout the entire story. OCxMax, OCxFang, OCxIggy.

Other things: Character death, may be slight OOC-ness, I haven't read SOF yet so don't jump on me if I do anything that could contradict it, first few chapters are 1 year before the main plot, I'm different and I love it.

POV for this chapter: Chris Hope

Chapter 1: Psyber

"Christopher Hope!" I jolted awake hearing my name.
"Huh what?" Groaning, I shook my head and felt my sunglasses slide further down my nose, revealing my apparently chocolate brown eyes.
Looking around, I noticed everyone looking at me, hearing the sound of quiet giggling and stifled laughter. Oh no, not again… "I uh… I fell asleep again huh?"
Ms. Wilde nodded. Great, just freaking great. My forehead collided with the desk and I looked up just in time to see the detention slip float down in front of me like a leaf.
Even better.

Yeah, if you haven't guessed by now, my name is Chris Hope, but most people call me Psy or Psyber for 3 reasons:
1. I have this really annoying knack of guessing what people are thinking.
2. Sometimes, I have these kind of flashes of things happening, and sometime in the future (longest so far is 2 months), big case of major de-ja-vu.
3. Give me 5 minutes with a password or firewall protected system and I can hack it. Course, I don't do it for free.

Anyway, back to this little, situation.
It's not my fault I swear! I've been kept awake by this feeling that I'm being followed, strangely enough, ever since this new guy came to my school and is scarily in all my classes, also, I swear he's a model trying to hide from the press.
Oh, and these freaky dreams of flying.
Pft, yeah freaking right. Soon enough I'll be seeing fairies flying around everybody's shoulders.
I didn't really care about that crap right now, I was mainly focused on that big concert I'm going to tonight. No freaking way was I gonna let freaky dreams and a stalker stop me from enjoying myself.

Well…
Least not if I could help it…