Ok guys, I know I have Another Maximum Ride Story to finish, But I have a bit of writer's block concerning that story. So I decided to go online and find a prompt and write on that to make up for neglecting y'all. It's much longer than what I usually write... Please enjoy

I took a seat at the back of the classroom, hoping no one would notice me. Notice that I was new. I watched as teenagers filtered into the classroom. The gentlemen, as Ardenne referred to the males in their handbook, were smartly outfitted in white button down shirts and navy blue trousers. The young ladies wore crisp, white button down blouses tucked neatly into navy blue pleated skirts.

I took a deep breath as the crowd of young people started to grow. They flocked inside cheerfully, chattering non-stop about their trips to France and Italy and England over the summer holidays. They were all so caught up in their own worlds that no one noticed me. And that was exactly how I wanted it.

After what had happened while at my old school, my parents decided that it was time for me to get a change of scenery for Senior Year. They let me go to a summer camp in our home town, Nevada. Afterwards, it was off to Ardenne High School, a catholic school in Illinois for the new school year. I was happy. Well, as happy as I could have been considering the situation. I would no longer have to go to school and keep up the pretence that everything was all dandelions and rainbows and unicorns and leprechauns. No one would expect me to be Miss Perfect. No one would know about my secrets or my scars. I could start over. Be a new person.

The bracelets I wore on my hands jingled as I reached for my bottled water. I took deep gulps as the bell rang for Homeroom. Our teacher walked in a few seconds after the bell had stopped ringing. He was a tall, slim man of dark complexion. He had dark brown eyes and even darker brown hair. He introduced himself as Mr. Smith. Looking at him, he seemed like an ok teacher. He told us that he taught World History and that he would be teaching a few of us right after Homeroom. I immediately thought that that was cruel. Beyond cruel. It was abuse. History? First thing in the morning? On a Monday? Those poor souls.

All the seats in the classroom had been occupied, save the seat directly in front of me. I vaguely wondered if the person would be friendly. Despite the fact that I didn't want anyone to notice me, I still wanted to make friends. I mean I wasn't a loner. And in any case, at my old school, I always had my friends flocking me. Even people who were not my friends flocked me. That's just how it goes when you're the most popular person in Junior Year.

I had just begun to wonder if J.J, my right hand, was going to be able to manage popularity without me, when Mr. Smith called my name for attendance.

"Maximum Ride?" his deep voice called.

"Here, Sir," I responded, raising my hand.

The entire classroom of teenagers turned to stare at me. So much for going unnoticed.

"Miss Ride, I'm going to assume you're new."

"Yes, Sir" I replied.

"We do not allow deviation from the school uniform," he said strictly.

I flushed crimson and removed the bracelets. I pulled down the sleeves of my sweater and said, "I'm a bit sick today. Can I keep on my sweater?"

He nodded and replied, "Welcome to Ardenne High School."

I smiled a bit. "It's a pleasure to be here."

He continued to take attendance and the children turned around and continued to do what they had been doing before. No one mumbled about the new girl. No one snuck glances at the back of the class. I sighed and thought, Maybe I would be able to achieve my goal. That was until,

"Walker? Nicholas Walker?"

I snapped to attention. No, I prayed. Please let it be another Nicholas Walker. One that's never been to Nevada.

I looked around the class frantically, searching for that mop of unruly dark hair. The obsidian eyes. The half smirk. My search was futile and I breathed a sigh of relief. A sigh of sweet relief, whose life was cut short by a "Here, Sir. Sorry I'm late." coming from the door.

The deep rich tone sounded exactly like I remembered it. I slowly turned my head to the door and drank him in. My eyes roamed over his entire body. Searching for something to tell me that it wasn't the Nick that I had met, but his doppelganger. There was nothing. His hair flopped untidily over his eyes. His backpack was slung casually over one shoulder. He stood like he was hot and he knew he had everyone in the palm of his hands. Somehow, he even managed to make the demure school uniform look totally badass. As he looked around the classroom, winking at a few of the girls who had suddenly swallowed flies and had started sweating like they were in the pits of hell, his obsidian eyes fell on me. They widened slightly in recognition and I was whisked away to earlier in the summer.

I was sitting down behind the female dorm rooms. My army knife was in my right hand and across my left hand you could see the fresh cuts that I had just made. Six of them. All horizontal. Tears were streaming down my face and blood was streaming down my forearm.

At dinner I had seen a twelve year old that looked exactly like my sister had. Even though she had been dead for three years, the little girl reminded me of her so much. Reminded me that it was my fault. That I had caused Ella's death. That I didn't deserve to be here because I had killed my sister. And then the little girl laughed. It sounded exactly like Ella's laugh. And it tore through me like a cutlass tore through grass.

More tears ran down my face, hot and fast. I raised the knife for another slice.

"What are you doing?" a gruff voice asked.

I turned towards the owner of the voice, not even attempting to hide the cuts or the tears. He was tall. His eyes seemed almost as black as his hair. He had a kind, gentle face.

"Are you okay?" he had asked, his voice now gentle. I didn't answer. "I'm Nicholas. Nicholas Walker. But you can call me Fang"

"Maximum. Maximum Ride," I whispered back.

Fang sat beside me. We sat in silence for a few moments. Then he said, "Sooo,"

And everything spilled out.

I told him about Ella. How sweet and intelligent she was. How she had had her whole world ahead of her. How we had fought that night. How I had told her that I wished she was dead. How I woke up the next morning and she was hanging from the living room fan. I told him how I had started cutting myself and how my parents found me one night passed out with six different pill bottles around me. I told him how I kept up the facade of normalcy and perfection at school. How my parents were going to move me to another school. I told him everything.

Not once throughout the whole thing did he interrupt. He didn't give me advice or try to fix me. He just listened. And later that night, after I had cried myself to sleep on his shoulder, he brought me back to my dorm room and tucked me in. My army knife was missing when I woke up the next morning. When I asked him if he had seen it, he told me no. But it was possible that he would be able to find it on the last day of camp.

I was snapped out of my reverie by him walking in my direction. Was he going to talk to me? Was he going to say something about my cuts? Why was he coming over to me? Then I realized that the only empty seat in the class was the one right in front of me. I pulled my sweater down discretely. Of course, he saw. He raised his eyebrows almost imperceptibly and glanced at my wrists. I pushed my hands under the desk and sighed as he took his seat.

This was going to be a looooooooong school year.

So... What do you guys think? My first one-shot... Do you think it should become a multi chap? Read and review :D Looking forward to your comments.. ;)