So I figured that now that Come Back is finished, I feel kinda sad that I don't have anything to write and update. Therefore, I'm typing this up right now! A completely new story! See, I was at my town's festival with my friends and we saw this ride with these tiny enclosed cages that spin around and around and I was like, "OMG Max would be SOOO claustrophobic in those! OMG I SHOULD WRITE A FANFIC ABOUT THAT! I'M GOING TO! RIGHT NOW! YAY!

And my friends were like, ?

Of course, they know me, and how I'm obsessed with the Flock and writing. So they weren't that surprised. Anyway…

Here it is!

This Disclaimer shall serve for the entire story, cause I know I'm going to forget it.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Maximum Ride. Or her problems.

Max's POV

Hello all! Right now, yours truly is stuck in line at the County Fair* ticket booth! Did I want to go to a carnival? No. Was I happy about being here? No. Then why, you might ask, am I here?

The answer is simple. Nudge, Gazzy, and Angel saw an ad for it in the newspaper, and used the Bambi Eyes trick to persuade me to go. Did Fang attempt to help me out of this predicament? No, Mr. Silent just looked on calmly at our little display, them begging, me shouting at them to stop and covering my eyes. Iggy listened and started laughing, causing him to fall out of his chair and land on Total.

Good times, good times.

Can you sense the heavy sarcasm in that statement?

Now, back to harsh reality.

"Max, can we go on the Whirl-a-gig?"

"No that ride is lame. Let's go on the swings!"

"No, the Gravitron!"

"Max, what's a funnel cake?"

I quickly attempted to answer my Flock's rapid fire questions. "Angel, Gazzy, you can go on all the rides if you want to. Gaz, you don't have to go on the Whirl-a-gig. Iggy, if you're not careful, I'll stick you in the Gravitron and leave you there. Nudge, a funnel cake is a delicious puffed pastry coated in syrups and powdered sugar that clogs your arteries and makes you fat."

Nudge furrowed her brow, Gazzy and Angel whooped for joy, and Iggy looked alarmed at my threats. Fang was just, Fang. Standing in the shadows, dressed all in black, his hair falling in a dark wave over his hot, alluring eyes…

Eew! Max! Snap out of it! I shook my head and stepped forward as the line moved closer to the ticket booth. Once we (finally) got to the front of the line, I started talking to the ticket guy. When he noticed it wasn't a tired mother toting children around, but a teenage girl, he straightened up and smoothed back his sandy hair, like that would make him attractive or something.

"And what can I do for a beautiful girl like you?" he practically purred. Nasty much? Instantly, Fang melted out of the shadows and moved to stand behind me. I felt his breath on my hair as he placed a hand on my shoulder and glared silently at the guy. He cowered back inside his booth at the force of Fang's stare. I giggled inwardly. Fang had that effect on most people. The guy gulped, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"I'd like tickets for six for every ride," I told the dude coolly, even though my heart was leaping at Fang's touch on my shoulder. The guy nodded and started counting tickets on a roll while I looked at the prices. "Hey Nudge, what's six times three times twenty?" Yes, me, a fifteen year old, was asking Nudge, a twelve year old, for help with math. But I have a good reason! Nudge was the only one of the Flock who'd gotten a lot of schooling. We all went for a month or two when we stayed with that traitor Anne, but Nudge alone had continued school for a bit after that.

"Umm, let me think…" Nudge concentrated for a moment, then smiled. "Three hundred sixty."

I pulled that much money out of the messenger bag I was carrying. The ticket dude shoved an entire roll of tickets out the hole in the plexiglass wall separating us. I pushed the money in towards him, and he snatched it, his eyes darting nervously from the cash to me to Fang, still standing menacingly behind me. Insert inward giggle here.

"Thanks dude," I told him, stuffing the tickets in my bag and turning to go. "Angel, Nudge, Gazzy and Iggy, stop staring at that hat and get over here! We have a carnival to explore!" They were all gazing a random lady's hat that was festooned with feathers and flowers. Dang, it was interesting! However interesting it was though, they snapped out of their trances when I said, 'Carnival.'

"Huddle! I ordered. The Flock obliged, forming a circle. "The game plan is this. I give you guys tickets and money to use on anything that floats your boat. Just don't get tattoos, piercings, weaponry or anything explosive." Gazzy and Iggy sighed and wilted a bit at the no weapons/explosives rule. "We meet at the gates at 4:30. Gazzy, stay with Ig. Angel, you have to stay with Nudge. People might get suspicious if a lone seven year old is roaming the fair. Understood everyone?" Everybody nodded, and we split up. Time for a little 'fun.'

Giggle yay fun time! The * was to say that I'm not going to reveal what County Fair they are at, in what county. It is anonymous, to protect the Flocks safety. I have to go sleep now because for the past three days I've gone to bed (bed, not sleep) at midnight and I actually want to get some rest.

Angel: S'truth. She hasn't gotten a lot of sleep for days, which makes her cranky.

Angel! Stop typing about me!

Angel: The only way to calm her down is to give her cookies. Here TMI! *Gives tray of cookies*

OOH SNICKERDOODLES! *Eats cookies*

Angel: See? Anyway, TMI is busy eating her snickerdoodles, so I'll just write her little signature thingymacdoodle with the squiggles. Bye!

~TMI~