A/N: "Glub, glub." See this fish? This is a plot fish and it has been swimming around in my head for a little while and it won't stop glubbing until I actually write so here it goes. In case you've read my Dramione story, I know I need to update, but at this moment that plot fish is hiding under a rock, so I'm sorry. So, this is just my version of if the flock had never been given to the school, never had wings, and their lives how they would be. Please keep in mind that I only just started the second book so when things are not up to date with information on their families, since I am in fact keeping some things about their families, please don't get mad and spaz on me, alrighty? Hope you like this story, I know the plot fish wants you to, so enjoy ;)
P.S: Iggy, Max, Nudge, and Fang will be the main characters in this story although Angel and the Gasman will be in it too.

Iggy's P.O.V:

Do you know what it's like to always be in the dark? To never know what's really going on? To have to listen carefully and feel your way around just so you don't trip down the stairs and kill yourself? To feel so completely cut off and isolated from everyone? That's how I feel all the time.

Max's P.O.V:

Do you know what it's like to have a perfectly normal life? To be the typical, average, American? To never have anything exciting happen in your life? Where you feel like you're going to explode from normality at any point and have to be washed off the walls? That's how I feel all the time.

Fang's P.O.V:

Do you have any idea what it's like to be hated completely by everyone who should care about you including yourself? To live with that hate, pain and sadness every day with no way out? To want so wholly to just go to sleep and never wake up so you can get out of this hell? To be alone? That's how I feel all the time.

Max's P.O.V:

Ninth grade will be hell. I'm sure of it.
They call ninth graders freshmen, although I'm not really sure why seeing as how nothing is fresh; it's just the same people, the same kind of school only larger, and the same sickening smell. The first day of school is always the worst since it's been all summer since you've seen most of these people and their opinions matter greatly to how easily you can survive these next four years. No matter how much everyone wants to admit it, sticks and stones may break your bones but words can always make you fling yourself off a cliff.

Sadly, today is the day, the day to be judged and to judge, to see who changed who's the same, and to set the tone for the rest of your high school career. I say career because it's a job to stay sane; one I say I might be getting fired from very soon.

My alarm buzzes at me quietly like a sad little bee slowly bleeding out its life. To help it on its way to hell, I smack my palm violently onto the snooze button and sit up to fiddle with this damn thing so I can rediscover the magical button that is 'OFF'. I scratch my blonde head and glance around my room with distaste written all over my face. For a room that should be my way to isolate myself from the world it's not very comforting what with its bright yellow walls, wood floor with a just as a banana-y colored run thrown over it in just the perfect way, nothing covering my walls besides bookshelves, and looking just as immaculate as ever. It never seems to stay messy, as if a demon from hell that just seems to love cleaning arises every day and picks up my room.

I practically jump out of my bed when my door slams open against the wall and Ari, my younger seven year old brother, comes running into my room practically shaking with excitement, "Max! Max! Get up! It's time for school!"

I flop onto my side and pull the pillow over my ears, "Nooooo!" I don't mind my little brother unlike most teenagers, seeing as how he's really not that bad.

Ari jumps onto my legs and tries to grab the pillow, "But Maaaaaaaxxx! You've got to get up or I can't go to school!"

I narrow my eyebrows and push out my lips, pretending to look angry and say, "Nope," then pulling the pillow back over my face.

"I'll bite you!" Ari loudly whispers, sounding very mischievous.

Pushing my pillow off again I smile at him, "What, with those sharp, pointy, monster teeth of yours?" He nods and I put my hands up, "Well in that case, I better get up, don't wanna loose an arm." Ari jumps off me and takes off running out of my room, slamming my door on his way out and I pull off my covers and brace myself for the cold air that comes shortly after I stand up. Curse you cold! It just makes my bed look oh so more inviting.

I get dressed quickly in my skinny jeans and my Crimes Against Broadway tee-shirt to block out the cold. The doorbell rings repeatedly and I hobble down the stairs pulling on my shoes to go answer the door. I slam it open to find that blind kid standing there, uhm, staring? at me in a way that makes me weirdly uncomfortable. His parents Tom and Melinda (A/N: I have absolutely no idea what his mom's name is so, shhhhhh….) are walking slowly away, looking back every few seconds to make sure he was okay.

"Hey, James. What do you need?" I ask him, curiosity lacing my voice around the edges and politeness only just covering it.

"Well, I don't need it but I'd like my sight," James retorts with a slight smirk.

I shift uncomfortably. I've known him since we were both five and the whole blind things still makes me weird, "Why are you at my house?"

"Are you this charming to all blind people that come knocking at your door?" Iggy's voice gives off that he almost seems amused by his own disability and that just makes me feel even more uncomfortable.

"Nope," I say, trying to lighten my own mood, "I just keep it all bottled up for you."

I hear heels clicking on the wood floor and turn my head to catch a glimpse of my mom walking towards the door hurriedly still putting in one of her dangly earrings, "Oh! James! Hello, how are you today? I hope Madeline wasn't being too impolite?" At the end up this she gives me a bit of a glare, seeing how I just know I'm not doing well at keeping up the perfect family image.

Amusement glittered in his sightless eyes, "I'm still blind," Mom's eyes practically popped out of her head at his mention of this imperfection, "But I'm doing swell, didn't get hit by any cars today and you have no need to worry, Madeline was the perfect gentleman."

Speechless, my mom's mouth hung open but she quickly recovered, "Do please come in," She mumbled, sounding breathless, "I'm glad you could make it for breakfast."

James tips an imaginary hat at my mother and she turns on heel toward our immaculate kitchen as he winks in my general direction and he walks into our house, carelessly flinging his cane from side to side and I'm assuming he was trying to figure out where everything was.

We all sit down for breakfast, tension and silence thick in the air as always. I watch the clock, watching the time slowly tick by, much slower than usual as if it knows I want it to go faster. At 7:30 I jump up, scaring everyone, "It's time to go to school! Bye, mom, bye dad!" Ari had jumped up as soon as I did and grabbed both of our backpacks as I pulled James quickly to the door.

"Thank you for the comfortable meal, Mister and Misses Ride!" James calls back happily as I practically pull him out of the door.

I let go of James' arm, realizing just how tightly I'd been gripping it and take my book bag from Ari to begin the trek to the schools.

"Max, I usually walk with F- Nick to school. I'm kind of his Seeing Eye dog, do you mind?" He tells me calmly.

I just blink at him for a few minutes, "Uhm, uhh, alright… Where does he live?"

He starts walking and waves his cane in the air before just putting it by his side and walking like he could actually see where he was going, "Come on, follow the blind guy." And we do.

We walk in silence for about five minutes as we slowly progress into the 'bad' part of town and I raise an eyebrow at James, "It is okay for you to be over here? You're parents must freak out."

James doesn't stop walking and tells me with bitterness in his words, "They freak out if I walk down the stairs alone."

That makes me think about what it must be like for him and it keeps me pretty quiet for the rest of the walk to a shitty building of four stories high. I gaze at its cracked windows, rotting doors, and overall cruddy exterior. James seems to know exactly what he's doing as he walks perfect posture and holding his cane like a wealthy business man from the early 1900's to the buzzer next to the door. Reaching to the third button labeled 'whorehouse' in Sharpie over the actual last name. He jabbed it over and over until a disgruntled voice yelled back over the intercom, "What the fuck do you want!" In the background I'm pretty sure I heard some screaming by a woman, so I grabbed Ari and pulled him closer.

James and I weren't close friends, not in the least bit but we did talk occasionally and walk to school together when his parents made him come to my house but other than that we practically didn't exist to each other. Nick and I didn't talk whatsoever. Until he just yelled over the intercom, I was unaware he even owned a voice, yet alone one that almost seemed attractive… I snapped out of my thoughts and pulled Ari even closer, watching the door and seeing a disgruntled Nick walking out backwards, rubbing his head and screaming, "WHY DON'T YOU JUST LEAVE THEN?" A shoe was thrown off the stairs and I took a step back, openly gawking at them.

Nick seemed to be able to feel my and Ari's gawks because he turned around and surprise flicked in his eyes before they once again became black holes of nothingness and he turned the intense black holes at James.

James, unfazed if not looking a little concerned, shrugged, "I had to walk with them." He starts walking, not waiting for the rest of us. Nick follows, his jaw set and posture tight. Grabbing Ari's hand, I walk after them analyzing Nick. All black clothes as always. His hair messy but somehow seemingly just right. That annoys me with guys, how they can have perfect hair so easily but it takes girls about twenty minutes to even get it manageable. Jacket as always. He never takes that thing off. It's always been something I've wondered about but I've never had the balls to ask.

Nick and James walk off to the high school as we pass it and I continue walking until I get to the elementary school and let go of Ari, "Have a good day, I wanna hear all about it when you get home," I tell him reassuringly with a smile and watch him walk inside before walking about the 100 feet to the high school. I sigh and stare at the building and think,

This really is hell, isn't it?

A/N: Annnnddd end of chapter one ;D Hope you liked it, I know the end kind of sucks, but the fish seemed to have fallen asleep and I'm getting overwhelmed with a headache, so I'm leaving it there for now. I'll update as soon as I can get that fish swimming again, which'll probably be a few days. Please review; they're food for our plot fish to keep swimming. Once again, hope you liked it and are looking forward to the next chapter :)