Hey. I'm Max. Well, not anymore. I legally changed my name to Aria and moved out to beverly hills because my flock broke up. Yeah that's right. I did say flock.

Ok, so now that we've met formally, I should tell you whats been going on in my life so far. Well, when I was younger, my stupid father, Jeb, took me and grafted avian DNA into my system so now i'm kinda 98% human and 2% bird. Yeah, I know crazy right?

So i moved out to beverly hills thinking that my half brother, Ari, and his gang of erasers wouldn't follow me. I was wrong. It turns out that I had this chip in my arm that I recently got removed. The chip was some sort of traking device, they could find me wherever I was. Well i got it removed, and almost lost the use of my hand. But luckily, i didn't.

So let me move on to what happened in these pervious few years. It an exciting story, let me tell you. But please don't tell anyone. I'm risking my life telling you.

Max- I mean Aria.

Beep beep. BAM! Ok, i'm not a morning person. I've gone through SIX alarm clocks this week only! I forced myself out of my cosy bed, wrapped a warm cover aroung my body- even though it was at least ninety degrees outside- and wandered over to the calendar. My eyes went as wide as saucers. It's was August second. The day i'm supposed to travel half way around the world to Saint Louis, Missouri, to go to a fancy boarding school, dance of course.

I threw the cover off my body and dashed to the closet. I was so excited. Not for the dancing, but for hopefully getting a few months away from the erasers. I checked my clock, only to realize I had smashed it and it was now lying on the floor.

So instead, I looked out the window and saw my best friend, Calli, in the driveway. Call me selfish, call me arrogant, but I like to make people wait on me.

When I finally got the last honk that told me she wasn't waiting any longer, I grabbed my stuff jumped down the stairs two at a time, out the door and- literally- jumped into the car.

"Hey." I said to Calli.

"OMG! Aren't you like so excited?" she practically shouted these words into my ear.

"Yeah, but let's remember, Aria, not much of a morning person. Can you just hurry up and drive so we can get there already?" A snarling Calli silently drove away.

Yes, yes, I know what you are thinking. And no, I didn't tell Calli I have wings. I won't tell Calli I have wings. Never Ever ask me to tell Calli I have wings.

After about thirty mintues of silence we finally pulled into the airport. We grabbed our stuff out of the car and headed to the security table. While we were there and in line, I took a peek at Calli. It was so obvious that she was trying to hide how excited she is.

"FINE! You win. I'll give you three minutes to be chattery and excited!" I covered my ears. But instead of focusing on what she was saying my mind started going back to fang over and over again. i kept wondering where he was, and if i was ever going to see him again.

We FINALLY got on the plane about ten minutes later. If you know me, i hate tight spaces. But when the plane set off i started to relax (but not that much).

Fang, Fang, Fang. That's ALL i could think about! What happened to him? will i ever see him again? Ugh. i hate this. Maybe i do love him, no no that's obsurd. I do not love Fang!

I felt solid groung under the plane's wheels and realized i had fallen asleep. Apparently i relaxed a little too much. I look out of the window and almost screamed. All i saw for miles and miles was grass and highway. If i had a little dog named toto, this would be where i would've said, "Toto, i don't think we're in Beverly Hills anymore."

All i remeber hearing was Calli's last words, "Oh my goodness. This is gonna be so much fun!"

Not exactly my choice of words.