I Do Not Own Maximum Ride Or Any Of The Characters Except Fringe & Yo-yo. (Who Are Not In This Chapter But They Will Be Soon!) The rest of the characters are the works of the awesome James Patterson!

Chapter 1 - Dreaming

I was 99.9 percent sure I was dreaming.

Why you ask? Two reasons. One, I was in the stupid jeans i had worn for eight months when we were on the run from the School. And two, Erasers were chasing me. You heard right. I was being chased by the devil's guard dogs themselves. Some of you may be wondering: Why is it strange that you are being chased by Erasers?And those of you wondering this have obviously not read the third book and should abandon reading this one until that one is comeplete. Got it?

Where was I? Oh yes. I was running. Running faster than a speeding bullet. My feet pounding against the ground in my old worn out sneakers, I ran and ran and ran. I could hear the vicious howls of the Erasers behind me. I could here the guns being cocked as they grew nearer. I could see light in the distance...and then I was falling...hmm...hadn't I had this dream before? I snapped open my wings and almost cried out as I was jerked upward. Yup...definetely had this dream before.

I knew what I had to do to wake up. I clamped my wings shut and began to fall. As I neared twenty feet from the ground, I could already feel my bones breaking, my heart stopping. I could taste the blood in my mouth.

And then I woke up.

"Max?" It was Angel, "Your thoughts were scary. Are you OK?" She knew how I was just by reading my thoughts. Ah, what a wonderful 8-year-old she was. She walked slowly from my doorway and jumped up on my bed to sit in my lap.

"I'm fine, Sweetie." I reasured her, stroking her hair. She squirmed, as if my thoughts were giving away too much for me to lie, "We'll talk in the morning." She sighed and leaped to her feet, walking back to my door and closed it behind her. I fell back on my pillow and groaned.

"You're such a liar." I grabbed a pillow from the floor and threw it at Fang, "You know it's true. You've always been quite the liar, I must say. Remember when you - " That was when the alarm clock flew. He chuckled to himself and rolled over in his bed, soon snoring peacefully.

Oh how I would dred waking up the next day.

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~Leo-Sama