Okay, so this is a series I am making called 'The flock goes to...' and every chapter I make a one shot of somewhere where the flock goes. This is meant for humour purposes...I am bored. Not intense at all. It's light and fluffy. Might be slight FAX in it, but I am still not sure. I'm going to try and keep everything as in character is possible. Please review, and add to favourites, all that stuff! You know the drill. In your reviews, feel free to include suggestions of where you should think the flock should go next! Thanks & enjoy!

I groaned aloud and looked at the double swinging doors that faced me.

'I can't believe I agreed to this' I muttered, and Fang, who was next to me, chuckled.

I shot him the bird, and hissed 'you're in this too, buddy. Why are you laughing?'

School. For six avian-hybrids, that was big, powerful world. The School was where we were born, or created. Whichever you prefer. It was where we grew up and were tested on, day in and day out. It was where we were tortured by the means of living in dog crates, and many other cruel, cruel things.

I'll stop there.

But now, we were at an actual school. With like, books and teachers and other kids who had been doing this their whole lives.

'This is so exciting! Max, this is going to be great! We're going to experience school! Like, a real school! With kids and teachers…we're going to have so much fun!'

I let go of Nudge's hand to rub my temples. 'Sure, sweetie. Whatever you say.'

I wasn't exactly ecstatic about going back to school from the march break. Because, really, I usually didn't have to worry about that stuff. But when my mom had told me, I dreaded the end of march break like any other regular kid. Ugh.

I walked through the double doors with the rest of my flock poised behind me. Teachers rushed to meet us, and I was overwhelmed.

'Hello, I am Mrs. …' One started. And another said:

'Hi, I'm Mr…'

And so on. Until everyone had been picked off, but me.

I watched the retreating figures of my flock until they were out in the distance. Then, I looked around, found where I needed to be and set off.

The school bell rung. Our day had officially begun.

*******

'So you are…?'

Mrs. Davis trailed off and consulted her notes.

'Tiffany-Krystal' Nudge reminded her, her brown eyes wide and trusting.

'Yes, Tiffany-Krystal. Class,' Mrs. Davis turned to face the curious boys and girls. 'This is Tiffany-Krystal. Can we call you Tiffany?'

'Nope' Nudge said, her tone all serious. 'Tiffany-Krystal. With one of those dash thingies in the middle.'

Mrs. Davis looked slightly puzzled, but continued on, forgetting the small bump in the road.

'So, Tiffany-Krystal' we were just discussing what we did on March Break. Can you tell us three things that you did over March break?'

Nudge happily turned and faced the sixteen or so girls and boys who were looking up at her.'

'Well…let me think. What did I do on march break?' Nudge held her chin, thinking.

'Oh! I played this game with my brothers and sisters! It was kind of like a cops and robbers game, you know?' Nudge asked her peers.

They nodded eagerly.

'Well, I did that. And it was really intense you know? It was me, Ariel and Max against my brothers: Nick, Zephyr and Jeff. We had to, like, capture people and bring them to our base!'

Mrs. Davis' face turned a tad worried, as Nudge continued.

'Have you ever tried to duct tape someone's hands and wrists together?' Nudge asked with all seriousness, to Mrs. Davis.

'Uh..no. I don't believe I have.'

'Oh…well it's not easy. Not easy at all. But once that is done, duct taping the mouth is no problem.'

Mrs. Davis seemed to be in shock, but Nudge continued.

'What else did I do…hmm…Oh! I burnt my tongue with sour keys! Did you know you could do that?! Well, I don't even know if you can, but it hurt like it burnt! Like, when you burn your tongue with hot chocolate! That was how my tongue felt after I put the sour key on it!'

Mrs. Davis' blinked.

'And…what was the third thing you did you can tell us about?'

'I went bowling! First time! It was lots of fun!'

Mrs. Davis smiled, happy that something normal had happened to this little child over her spring break.

'But I'm really bad at it! And my brother, Zephyr is really good, and he was bragging, so I hit him on the head with a bowling ball!'

Mrs. Davis gasped.

'Don't worry though!' Nudge reassured her quickly. 'I'm going to apologize! As soon as he regains conscious!'

Mrs. Davis looked like she was about to faint and sat down in her chair. Nudge beamed up at her happily.

*******

'Celeste. This is Celeste.'

'That is so sweet! How about you leave Celeste over by your backpack though, okay? You can get her at snack time.'

Angel's cute face hardened. 'No. I want Celeste with me now.'

'But Celeste doesn't want to work.'

'How would you know?'

Ms. Carol opened her mouth to say something, but was at a loss for words.

'Celeste can stay with me all day.'

'Celeste can stay with you all day.' Ms. Carol repeated in a monotone voice.

'Thanks!' Angel said happily, and bounced away to her desk.

Ms. Carol got up slightly confused, and went to her desk, just as another teacher came in.

'Ms. Carol?'

'Oh, hello, Mr. Vrapp. Come in.'

Mr. Vrapp came to Ms. Carol's desk to drop off some notes. They talked for a few minutes, before Ms. Carol was interrupted by Ariel.

'I don't think he smells that bad, Ms. Carol. Mind you, I'm all the way over here, and you're write next to him.'

Both Ms. Carol and Mr. Vrapp looked at each other, and then at Angel. 'I never said that sweetie.'

Angel gave a face like, 'sure you didn't' and then continued.

'He's not that bad of a dresser either. But, of course, how would I know? I'm only a little kid.'

*****

'Class this is…' Mrs. Smith trailed off and waved her arm at me, Fang and Iggy, telling us to introduce ourselves.

'I'm Max' I responded glumly.

'Is that short for anything? Maxine?'

'No' I replied sharply. 'Just Max.'

'Oh.' Mrs. Smith looked slightly taken aback, but continued on, and faced Fang.

'And you are, Nick?'

Fang nodded. 'Is that short for Nickolas?'

Fang shook his head. 'Just Nick.'

I smirked and Fang and mines eye's met briefly.

'Uh, okay…and Jeff. Is that right?'

'Yep' Iggy responded.

'And, I'm guessing that isn't short for Jeffrey?' she gave a false laugh, which, to her disappointment, no one else joined in on.

'Oh no, it is. It is short for Jeffrey.'

'Oh' once again, a look of complete shock on her face. Too bad Iggy couldn't see it.

'Well, okay. I'm just going to write your names on the board…' she glanced around the room for a piece of chalk, and then wrote Max Nick and Jeff on in big letters.

'Did you spell my name J-E-F-F?' Iggy asked uncertainly.

'Uh…yes. Do you not spell it like that?'

'No. That is how you should spell it. I spell it G-E-O-F-F-E.'

I avoided making eye contact with Fang, or else I would burst into a fit of laughter.

'Oh…I see. And that is still pronounced Jeff?'

'Yes. It's not pronounced like GEE-OFF, if that is what you're thinking.'

'Uh, no. That is interesting though. I never knew that some people spelt it like that.'

Iggy smiled. 'I'm one of a kind.'

*******

'So, Zephyr, we have been talking about special talents lately in class. Do you have any special talents?'

'Well, I'm really good at making bombs. Or anything that has to do with fire. My brother, Iggy, and I do that stuff a lot. It's really fun. I can make anything explode! Well, not everything. I haven't had much practice with Nuclear things…no practice actually, because, well, it's nuclear.'

Gazzy's teacher choked on his water.

'You do all that stuff?' he asked. 'Isn't that illegal?'

Gazzy shrugged.

If his teacher had water in his mouth, he would of choked on it again. He was probably thinking, I've got myself an eight year old rebel here!

He decided it was best to wait to talk further about that, so he just continued.

'Do you have any other special talents?'

'Hmm…well, I do have one…'

And Gazzy showed the class the reason he is called The Gasman.

'Oh my goodness!' the teacher yelled, while girls screamed and boys cheered. But all ran out of the class, at one point, hands covering their faces.

'Isn't that sweet!?' Gazzy asked the class, but realized they were all filing out of the classroom.

'Single file! Single file class! Order!'

One of the kids hit the fire alarm, and one after another, alarms sounded. Scared kids came out of classes, followed by their teachers. Outside on the playing field, Gazzy met up with a worried Max, who was holding tightly on to Angel's and Nudge's hands and being closely followed by Fang and Iggy.

'What happened?!' she asked. 'Is there a fire!?'

'Not exactly…' Gazzy started, a huge grin on his face. And he continued to explain it all to Max.

Her mouth dropped lower and lower, and her eyes widened to the size of golf balls.

'You caused all this?!' she asked, meaning the chaos all around them. Fire trucks were starting to pull in.

'Not the fire alarm!' Gazzy defended himself. 'Some kid did that. But the gas, yes, that was me.'

Max groaned while Fang and Iggy slapped Gazzy high fives.

What an excellent first day, she said to herself.

So, yeah! Hope you liked! I, personally, didn't enjoy the Angel one, or the Gazzy one for that matter. But still, I thought they were pretty funny. What do you think? Pretty good? Hilarious? Please let me know when you REVIEW ! And again, suggestions are open for where the flock should go next, because I only have a few ideas right now ! THANKS !

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