Okay everybody!

This is my 2nd fanfict, and I feel that this one I won't mess up on like Being Nice is Fictional.

This time, only me, Mare is writing this story.

(Two people share this account.)

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Prologue.

School Professor POV

I sat at the extremely long meeting table.

When I say extremely, I really mean it.

It had to be at least 30 feet long to fit every single teacher in this gigantic school into one room.

For a public school, we were pretty upper-class. (A/N: this isn't meant to offend anyone. But the school I have in mind is HUGE.)

Principal Revfel, with his thin mustache walked into the meeting room, and pointed to a white board right behind him with a bed sheet pinned down with thumb tacks.

"Behind this board is your teams, and the list of students you will have in your six periods," he began. "We have several new students from the Northern area, and many of ours from previous years are moving to charter and private schools." I tried to ignore the bitterness he had in his voice.

"Anyway, we will do this like we did the years before this one." he took his hand and pulled down the sheet with a single tug. The thumb tacks fell, and he took a broom and swept them into a waste basket.

I was called first.

Walking up, I was still on team 8A, 8th grade, but the 'A' stood for 'accelerated'.

I took the taped piece of paper underneath the small letters and looked at my students for 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th and 6th period. I didn't have a planning hour this year.

While flipping through 4th period, I saw two names that seemed utterly odd. There was no last name for one of them,

21. Maximum Ride

22. Nick.

I didn't feel like bothering Principal Revfel.

Chapter 1

Max's POV

I sat down at a wooden table, with a with pale yellow poka dotted tablecloth and pale green place mats.

I still didn't believe I was going along with this. Of course, I had been begged by Nudge and Angel, but I always said that it wasn't possible.

Wonder what I can be thinking about?

Well, here's the news...

Get ready, you'll heart will probably stop, like mine, when you figure it out...

IT'S REGULAR SCHOOL!!!

(exclude the exclamation marks.)

Now, I had been threatened to go. Yeah, the School, and Itex, I guess, decided that learning a few facts might be good in our 'bombing the world' type thing.

Joy.

"Morning." mumbled Fang as he walked into the kitchen.

"Why are you up so early?" I asked him, while he reached up into the cupboard and took out a bowl and a box of cereal.

"Hey, you were up way before me." he pointed out.

I rolled my eyes.

"This house freaks me out."

"Mhmm..." he snickered and I glared at him.

Dr. Martinez and Ella, along with Jeb (woopie.), were flying down from Arizona right here to Florida today. They needed to explain things and Ella needed a little vacation, or that's what I heard.

"Is anyone else up?" I asked, boredly playing around with the tablecloth.

"No." Fang said between bites of cereal. "Then again, you can't tell anymore when Angel is asleep or not."

I agreed.

Angel had mastered the 'fake sleeping' technique.

It gets pretty annoying.

Fang brought his bowl of cereal, which was now pretty much just milk, to the table to join me.

The house has five rooms.

Nudge and Angel shared, because they were just so flexible. Yeah, right.

My room was all blue, light blue paint, blue comforter, blue stringy rug, EVERYTHING!

Apparently, way before they decided to tell us about this house and the whole 'going to school' plan, they got an interior decorator in this joint and jazzed up this junk yard. It just had to be a junk yard, I know it was.

I yawned tiredly.

The kitchen was a big one.

Bigger then Anne's.

GIANT refrigerator (stocked with a BUNCH of food), GIANT pantry (again, stocked with food), Stove with built in grill and 8 burners (Iggy really liked this), PLUS, lots of counter and cabinet space.

I sound like a freaking real-estate agent, but it's true.

And the color of the kitchen?

Green with yellow poka dots.

Just incase you didn't get the idea from the tablecloth scene.

The windows were covered with pale yellow curtains tied to the side by, you guessed it, pale green ribbons. There were three windows in this kitchen, all by the table so it shined right on you, but in a comforting way.

Wait, did I just say that??

"This kitchen just makes the world seem so much brighter," I said sarcastically.

Fang choked on the milk he was sipping from his spoon.

I got up from my chair just as Iggy walked into the kitchen.

I planned on taking a nice, hot shower.

Something that didn't come very often.

I was in the hallway that led to my room, Fang's and Nudge's and Angel's, which was on the top floor (Gazzy's was on the bottom floor along with Iggy's) getting a towel when I heard Iggy say something.

"Just friggen ask her out already, you idiot." he said.

I raised my eyebrows in curiosity.

I listened in closer. Eavesdropping. Such a habit of mine.

"Maybe you can just shut up and cook your eggs, how about that?" Fang shot back.

"Jeez, I'm just saying. Like, when you guys get married, can I be the best man?"

I heard Iggy get slapped and I stifled a giggle.

I grabbed my towel and walked into the bathroom, which was orange.

The interior decorator was definitely into bright colors, I'll say that right now.

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