A/N: This is my second story. Jasmine wants nothing more than wings, and she's a big fan of Maximum Ride. What happens? Read and review!

Disclaimer: I don't own Max Ride, or other things I throw in like music or movies or whatever, just Jasmine and Megan.

Jasmine POV

I sighed as I put down 'The Angel Experiment'. There was nothing in the world that I wanted more than a pair of wings. Yes, these guys had suffered deeply, but it didn't change my opinion. It probably never would.

I turned up Angels on the Moon. The song calmed me slightly. Angels. That's what the Flock was, even if they didn't believe it.

Don't tell me if I'm dying,

Cause I don't wanna know.

If I can't see the sun,

Maybe I should go.

This was a great song. Back to Maximum Ride. Her and her Flock were amazing. I'd read all the books, a lot of times, but I wasn't obsessed. The reason I kept reading because I could feel it. Whenever I imagined wings, I could fell the blood pumping through them; I could feel the wind on my face while I was in the air. No one else felt like that. I think. I'd never revealed these feelings.

Gee, what I would give.

As I swept out of the room to go to school, I caught sight of my reflection. I had coal black hair down to my waist, but I wore it up in a bun like always. Green eyes were startled to see themselves. I had a few freckles. Yippe, normal 12 year old. 7th grade was waiting as my bus honked at the corner.

The bus was pretty full, and there was only one place to sit. By Megan. Don't get me wrong, she wasn't emo or super nerdy, or whatever. But she was obsessed. With birds. She was reading some book she had covered with a tailored leather piece. Whatever, I went and sat down next to her.

Looking at her book, I saw the words 'Fang always appeared like that, out of nowhere, like a dark shadow come to life'. She was reading Angel Experiment!

"You're reading Maximum Ride?" I asked. Megan looked up and saw me.

"Yep. It's my 3rd time through the series." Megan responded. She had dark red hair that was slightly frizzy and it traveled to her shoulders. Her dark brown eyes were always alert and never filled with curiosity, but they were surrounded by fairly stylish black glasses.

"I've read them all 4 times through." I stated. "Why do you keep reading them?" I shouldn't have said that.

But Megan just answered. "Because I want nothing in the world more than I want wings, big brown wings like a hawks. Whenever I imagine myself flying, I feel it. I can feel my wings working for me and the wind working against me. It's amazing."

"I feel the same way." I told her, amazed. Nobody had ever said they felt the same way I did. The rest of the bus ride we talked. We talked about the series, what kinds of wings we would want, all of that.

Once we were at school we went our separate ways. Megan had Biology and I had Algebra. But the whole day, I kept thinking that I wasn't completely different. Someone thought like I did.

The bus ride home was different. I chose to sit by Megan. We talked about ourselves this time, slipping in a little Maximum Ride. Megan liked turquoise, birds, science, and her favorite MR character was Angel. I liked purple, lizards, geometry, and my favorite MR character was Max.

That night, I felt different. It could've been just happiness, but since when? Really, I was in pain. I had a terrible headache. I pulled out my ponytail and bobby pins and let jet black trails float down.

My headache still lingered, along with my backache. A thought fluttered across my mind.

What if I was becoming 2% bird like the Flock? Was the same thing happening to Megan? I didn't know. I wasn't sure. If I were Max, how would I handle it? I'd stick it out and not complain.

Too bad I'm not like Maximum.

Max POV

Flying, soaring, diving, sweeping. Up, down, up, down. I had my Flock right by me. We were flying over Arizona, where my Mom, Dr. Martinez, lived.

My Flock and I were free. It felt good to not be in a lab with whack-job scientists. Being 2% avian was the good life. As long as we weren't trapped by psychopaths.

Max. My voice? Voice hadn't shown up for so long. Max, it wont just be you 6 for long. Huh? 4 more will join you. Soon. After all, 10 hybrids are harder to stop than 6, aren't they? They will meet you at Dr M.'s house in 5 days.

Uh-huh. Well, that succeeded in thoroughly creeping me out.

"What's wrong?" Fang asked me, concerned. Ah, Fang. Ladies, you should be jealous. Fang is my boyfriend. He has longish black hair and black eyes with gold specks in them. He always wears black. Sigh.

"Nothing." I told him. I didn't like to lie to him, but….

"It's not 'nothing', Max." Angel swooped over to me with her fluffy white wings. "The voice told you something." Angel's blond curls were flying around her head gently. She could read minds, so she knew my secret.

"Come on, Max, what is it?" Nudge asked. Nudge was our dark-skinned dark-haired chatterbox. "Is it, like, I don't know, dangerous? Does it have claws? Or is it good? Like candy? I swear candy is like God's gift to good people, you know? It's amazing! And…"

"Good gosh, Nudge!" Iggy yelled. He was blind, but he wasn't deaf. Yes, he was blind. Iggy was our pyro/chef. He had strawberry blond hair and foggy blue eyes.

"Can we go back down to ground?" Gasman whined. Gazzy was Angel's biological brother. He too had blond hair and blue eyes. Gasman's name had a meaning to it. Think, people.

"Why not." I answered. I am Maximum Ride, the leader of this Flock. I was 14, along with Fang and Iggy. Nudge was 11, Gazzy 8, and Angel 6.

"Max, why don't you tell us about these new additions?" Angel asked, annoyed.

The whole Flock stopped to hover and stare at me. Good God. Let the explaining begin.

Jasmine POV

I lifted up the back of my shirt and stifled a scream. New muscles and bones were growing slowly from my back, just an inch so far, covered with dark red feathers. I was growing wings. Very soon, I was going to look like a cardinal. Just Lovely. And I thought I wanted this. I was a bleeping idiot.

A/N: Tell me, did this suck, did this rock? I will take suggestions! BTW, some updates might be slower on my other story because of this story. So….yeah.

Bleep, Blop, Bloop. BYE!

Flying 1999