Ello'! This your author Grey speaking. The story will be starting after you read this loverly (and incredibly annoying) disclaimer!

Disclaimer: I (sadly) do not own any of the Maximum Ride or Twilight Saga characters. If I magically turn into James Patterson or Stephenie Meyer, I will certainly let you know.

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Chapter One

::Max's POV::

The sun was shining, the leaves were rustling, and there was a hulking ton of metal after me. Ahh, I just love my life.

The Flyboy was only a few feet away when I swung a roundhouse kick into its stomach. I maneuvered my way around him to his back and kicked him in the spine, his entire body shutting down and dropping out of the air. Violence continued all around me as I swung, kicked, and punched my way to the rest of my Flock.

Gazzy and Iggy were exploding Flyboys like no tomorrow; Angel was doing her nip-and-tuck, zipping in and out of the crowd; Nudge was holding her own; Fang was taking on six at a time. I swooped over to my right-hand-man.

"So Fang, how's tricks?" I asked conversationally, smashing my hands into a Flyboy's face.

"Oh, just…" *swingfootintoFlyboyback* "…peachy." Mechanical parts were flying every which way, small random explosions were going off, and my Flock looked a little worn.

Time to wrap things up.

Fang and I battled back to back, taking out the remaining ten Flyboys, their glowing red eyes flickering out. "Report!" I yelled, panting.

"I'm okay—just a few bruises!" Angel: check.

"Dude, that was so cool!" Iggy and Gazzy: check.

"Can we go get something to eat?" Nudge: check.

"A little scraped up, but fine." Fang: check.

I smile at my Flock, my little fighters. Four years had passed since the Antarctic incident with the Uber guy and his creepy Frankenstein minion. Fang, Iggy, and I were 18 (we can drive!), Nudge was 16 (also can drive (we don't let her—I would not like to die in a car)), the Gasman was 12, and Angel was 10.

And we have a house.

And a car.

And a freaking swimming pool!!

Well, okay the last one was a lie. But the other two were true!

See, turns out that that Maximum Ride card, the one from NY? Yeah, it's loaded—in a good way. A little bit of experimenting with a mall and a hyper Nudge in the clothing department got our curiosity perked. So, we went into the housing market and ended up buying a small, cheap, out-of-the-way little cottage that barley shows up on radar.

It was perfect.

The car…well let's just say you shouldn't leave a car magazine, your credit card, a phone, and a ten-year-old lying around.

We were camped in Forks, Washington—the rainiest place on Earth. And tomorrow was our first day of school.

See, I decided to go all Mom on the Flock. One year of school wouldn't hurt, right? Fang, Iggy, and I graduate, get a diploma, *coughfirestartercough*, send Angel into middle school, live the great life. How could it possibly be bad?

Five minutes later my Flock and I were landing our front porch. Angel, Gazzy, and Nudge looked dead beat so I led them up into their rooms. I tucked them in and told Iggy good night before he slipped into his shared room with the Gasman. Fang was left standing in our mini kitchenette, leaning against the counter.

"The kids are in bed," I told him, walking over. He stood and enveloped me in his arms, a warm strong cocoon. "Are you sure about tomorrow?" He asked gently. I nodded into his chest. "We need some sort of education. And this isn't Virginia (read SOF!)." Fang snorted into my hair, rubbing my back.

"Time for bed?" he asked.

"Yep," was my quiet reply as we trudged up to our room. As my head hit my pillow, my last thought was schoolisstartingtomorrow! before I conked out.

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So, tell me what you think!! I know, I know, I need more vampire action. But their tomorrow is the first day of school in a town named after a certain eating utensil with some certain famous vampires currently living in it… R&R = Love. And cake. And coke. And HUMMUS!! Or you can die in a pit of doom. Your choice. (Don't worry, you're really my bestest buddy!!)