What if Max never ended up at The School? Is fate unsatisfied with a wingless Max? What happens when the Flock and Erasers show up? Will Max fulfill her destiny? Same pairings.

Max's POV

"Argh," I mumbled as my face made contact with the floor. My alarm clock began its daily round of BEEP! BEEP! "Shut up," I groaned, trying to disentangle myself from my bed sheets. It was a daily routine I'd developed. After I finally untangled myself from my blankets I jerked out the cord on my alarm clock. Ah, peace and quiet. I padded over to my bathroom and began to brush out my blonde hair. Once my hair was strapped into a secure ponytail I unearthed a hot pink tee, grey sweatshirt, pair of blue jeans, and pair of converse.

I went down the hall into the kitchen. Mom was humming to herself as she cooked some delicious bacon. Ella was whisking some liquid, maybe eggs or pancakes. "Morning," I mumbled sleepily, heading to set the kitchen table. I wasn't allowed anywhere near the kitchen on account of every food item I touched ended up burned whether you cooked it or not. Yes, I am that bad. After the food was ready we blessed it and I dug in. I always piled my plate full. Mom had become accustomed to cooking double what we actually needed. I ate nearly all the time and my body didn't even show it. I was skin and bones. After breakfast I ran and brushed my teeth before heading out to the bus stop with Ella. We chattered softly about this group of new kids at our school.

I was really shy while Ella was really outspoken. She got herself in loads of trouble, and I always had to get her out of it. I got on the bus, trying to remember a formula for science. Little did I know I'd be thinking about more than a science formula when I headed home that day.

"The algebraic equation 6b+7ba…" Ms. Connie, my math teacher, began in her dull voice. It was third period, almost lunch. There was a knock at the door, and Ms. Connie glanced at it with an annoyed expression. "Come in," she said with exaggerated patience.

Four people came into the room. There was a cute boy with dark hair, burning black eyes, and a pale, drawn face. He wore black jeans, a black shirt, and combat boots, but I could tell he wasn't Goth. His quiet manner didn't say 'I hate my life', it said, 'I'm shy.' There was a pale blonde haired guy with clouded blue eyes. He's blind, I noted as an afterthought. His jeans and shirt were slightly rumpled as if he came to school in what he'd slept in, but besides that he was fairly cute.

A mocha colored girl seemed to hang nervously next to the blind guy as if she were afraid of everything. Her curly black hair hung a little in her pretty chocolate eyes and her clothes were tasteful and cute. The last person who came in looked a little old to be going to our school. He was tall and heavily muscled. His brown hair and green eyes accented his appearance perfectly. In all he was drop dead gorgeous… if I were into that thing. I don't like guys that look too hot, there's just always something fake about them. This being said I immediately didn't like the last guy.

"We're the new kids," the last guy said confidently. It might have been a trick of my eye, but it seemed the other new kids flinched away from the speaker as he spoke. "I'm Jordan Gates," the gorgeous dude continued as if nothing had happened. I could tell that each girl's attention was focused on him. I made a point to look out the window with a bored expression on my face. I would not become a Barbie clone, falling for the shiny new toy.

"I'm Nick Clayton," the guy with black hair whispered quietly. My attention immediately focused on him.

"I'm Jeff Hayden," muttered the blind dude.

"I'm Monique Martin," the only girl whispered self-consciously.

"Monique, you can sit by Maximum…"

"Ms. Connie, it's Max," I barely spoke, but every head turned my way. I flushed deep red and looked down. I hardly ever talked in class and when I did everyone made a big deal of it.

"Max," Ms. Connie corrected herself. "You can sit by Max." The girl sat down beside me, head down as well. She assigned the other three a seat, and began to speak again.

"Do you need a notebook?" I asked as I noticed she wasn't taking notes.

"We've already covered this content," she whispered, "at my old school that is." I nodded and began to doodle. I drew wings onto a chibi me. Then I began to draw dark wings on a chibi Nick. I could just see his wings being black like an angel of darkness. I sighed; I was totally crushing on him. The bell rang and Ms. Connie hurriedly assigned us two pages of problems to solve by Monday. Ah, Friday's were good and bad, ther was more homework yet two days of freedom. Monique stayed close to my side as I hurried to lunch.

"Is this your lunch shift too?" I asked her lowly. She nodded.

"Can I sit by you?"

"Sure, I sit alone usually," I told her, wondering what else to say. I normally only talked to my sister this much. Monique seemed comfortable with our silence though so I didn't interrupt it. I went through the line, easily filling my tray. Monique filled hers as well. I paid for my food and went to my normal booth at the back of the cafeteria. There was a huge window beside it, but no one usually sat back there because it was out of the way of the usual crowd. Monique followed uncertainly. I prayed quietly and began to eat. My mom said I always ate like I was half-starved. Sometimes I wondered if I was. It sure felt like it.

Monique sat across from me and began to shovel her food as if it were her last meal. I was halfway through my second chicken sandwich when Jordan headed towards the booth. Monique eyed him warily, moving over so he could sit down. "Hey Max," he said amiably. There were only two reasons why a guy would talk to me.

"You ain't getting any money and I ain't going to be your girlfriend, is that clear?" I asked sharply.

"Oh, feisty, can't I just try to be friends?" he asked teasingly.

"Why would you want to be friends with me?" I inquired softly.

"Because you're pretty and shy," he smiled softly.

"Thank you," I whispered, shoving the rest of my sandwich in my mouth. I didn't know what else to say and Monique looked like she was about to run away sprinting. "Monique, are you okay?" I asked with concern. I got up and patted her back. It was strangely lumpy.

She jerked from my touch as if I had shocked her. I sat back down, hurt. "What, what are you doing this weekend?" Monique stuttered nervously, obviously trying to change the conversation. I let her.

"A whole bunch of nothing," I smiled softly.

"Why don't we go for a hike…?" Jordan suggested.

"No!" Monique yelled. "I mean, I don't like hiking…" she whispered as Jordan glared at her.

"Oh, we can go grab some ice cream down at Izzy's Ice Cream, best ice cream in town," I suggested, feeling myself opening up to her more. Her strange behavior was making me like her more as strange as it seems.

"Sure," Jordan interjected, "We'd all love to. It's on me."

"Seriously dude? That'd be great. I gotta stop by my mom's work on the way though. I'll meet you out front after school, kay?" I said, getting up. "I gotta run I have tutoring until next period! I'm gonna be late!" I hurried away, worried I was already late.

You like? Max will begin to get Maxier as time goes on. I mean at first she's all shy, but then she gets feisty and funny. You've already seen a bit of her feistiness! Read and review please!