A/N: Okay, so I decided to start another story type thingy because I'm about to end my old one, but I didn't exactly know what it would be about, so I decided to write an Eggy fanfic. I love Eggy, and I mean, LOVE Eggy. So here it is.

Ella's POV

This has got to be number one on the "Most Stupid Things I've Ever Done" list. Right up there with driving my grandfather's golf cart straight into the ocean – don't ask. It was stupid. I realize.

Whoever thought it was a good idea to go get a set of wings put on me? Oh, right. That would be my idea.

I had it all planned out in my head, too. I would pretend to go to school like I normally did every day, as to not cause suspicion. Then I would catch a bus to the School in California, and then I would just waltz in and tell them that I would be shutting them down because I was Max's little sister.

And that right there was my one way ticket to Wingdom.

What I didn't plan for was what would happen after that. In my haze, I apparently forgot the crucial detail where Max said that she and the Flock had been trapped at the School 6+ years. Whoops.

Well, at least they gave me a medium sized dog crate.

Oh look! It's Thing One and Thing Two here to take me to have some more "tests" done. I've had to take different tests for two weeks now. I've become familiar with the sight of needles near my body.

This new test is another needle test. They tell me some garbage about how it's supposed to see how high my heart rate will go before it gives out. But, they assure me, they will cut it off when they see signs of strain, so I will not be hurt. The doctors put me to sleep, and a terrible dream seeps into my mind.

The Flock is there, but they're mad at me. They say it was a stupid idea for me to go and get wings grafted onto my body. Max and Fang and Nudge are yelling at me, Gazzy keeps changing into the voice of my mother, and Angel is sending terrible thoughts into my mind. But the worst is Iggy. Iggy… He's… I haven't really figured out my feelings for Iggy, yet. But he has this terribly disappointed and angry look on his face. His blind eyes seem as if they're staring into my soul.

I awaken with a start. The cold table is hard against my newly winged back. Gosh, that was an awful dream.

I'm carried back to my dog crate and given a bit of food. Well, at least I won't starve. I drift off into la-la-land and daydream about the day I'll get out of this place. Huh. That probably won't be for a while…

CRASH!

Or, maybe not.

Iggy's POV

"She wouldn't have. She's not stupid," Max says. Is that a quiver I hear in her voice.

Angel taps me on the thigh and whispers, "Max is about to cry. What do we do?" I shrug a bit. I've been very tense the past week since Ella's been missing. The Flock's been back at Dr. Martinez's house, and Ella's absence is hurting all of us. We've narrowed down the possibilities of what might have happened. Basically, we all think she was either kidnapped or that she ran away to the School. The dreaded School in California.

Max is defending her half-sister on the 3rd right now. "Why would she runaway to the School? I mean, we've all told her how awful of a place it is. She's not a stupid girl. She must have been kidnapped."

"When?" Fang asks. "On her way to school? She walks with her friends who, by the way, meet her right outside of this house every day. Her friends haven't mysteriously disappeared."

"Her friends also don't know anything about where she went," Gazzy pops in.

"Like they'd tell us if they knew!" Max half-yells.

"No, Max. They really didn't know," Angel says soothingly, and I can tell that Angel is stroking Max's hair. "They're as worried about her as we are."

"She wouldn't have run away. She wouldn't have. I know it," Max says. Her voice starts to shake hard, and I feel Fang move over to her, presumably to grab her in a big bear hug. I feel slightly helpless in this situation. If Fearless Leader is crying, then we might as well all be dead.

"Shh," Fang coos gently. "She wouldn't just go to the School to try and shut them down. She knows better than that. There must be a very logical explanation."

"Wings," I say, and my voice comes out rather hoarsely.

Max stops sniffling for a moment. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"She wanted wings. She wanted to be like us. Maybe that's why she went to the School." Seems logical, but I really hope she didn't try it. My feelings for Ella are all over the place. Call it what you may, hormones, crushing, but they are feelings there alright, and I don't want Ella – would do anything in my power to keep her – from getting hurt.

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