Disclaimer: Really? Do I really have to do this? Unless my birth certificate suddenly claims I'm James Patterson and I suddenly become a 64 year old man, the books ain't mine . . .
*sobs in emo corner*
p.s. This takes place after STWAOES but in an AU where Fang never became part of their flock. Hope you enjoy my story.
Welcome To My Feathery Life
"Max, this is going to be AWESOME!"
I winced from Nudge's loud screech. The whole flock was going to school and now we're in a car. A minivan. The five of us. With Gazzy.
Oh, jeez.
"Max, you look green," Angel noted.
Dr. Martinez was driving; Iggy was in the passenger seat, begging to drive (right, let the blind pyro drive so we could all die dramatically in a major car crash); Gazzy was in the back with the rest of us, connecting with his inner skunk; Nudge was talking a mile a minute, her body squished between me and the window as she told us the latest news about Kim Kardashian; Angel was on my lap, snuggled up against my body.
"I'm not green . . . I'm just not comfortable with this contraption," I said, eyeing critically at the fact how we're all squished together. Did I mention I'm clausaphobic? And let's not forget about my squished wings.
Yes, wings.
Jeez, if you hadn't read my books yet then why are you here? Well, I'm not gonna rewind everything so . . .
"Max, stop jittering. The principal of Legion Academy is a close friend of mine so I'm absolutely sure that this school isn't going to suddenly whip out some dart guns on you and inject some kind of supernatural venom onto your bloodstream," mom chastised me.
Great. I didn't really think of that until she mentioned that. But I wouldn't let my guard down because apparently, Itex made it possible to make brains - on – a – stick so I wouldn't be surprised if my teacher suddenly whips a machine gun and shooting us.
"Wait! Stop the car!" Iggy shouted suddenly.
Mom braked the car abruptly, our heads banged on the back seats.
"WHAT?" We shouted.
"I just heard some chick talking. Could one of you guys tell me if she's hot or–"
I smacked him.
"Pervs," I muttered.
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I was still twitching when we arrived at the principal's office, paranoid as heck.
"We've arranged a guide for you guys, if you don't mind," mom told us.
I narrowed my eyes suspiciously, wondering what the heck mom and the principal been up to.
Angel chirped sweetly, "That'll be great! Thank you!"
I slumped in my chair, still annoyed. I would rather get hunt down by Erasers than go to school, again. And by Erasers, I mean the lupine-human hybrids Itex had cooked up, not the little pink rubbery things on the back of pencils. Jeez, I'm not that crazy.
Principal Thorne faced us, his face pinched and greasy looking. Oh God, I do not have the time to deal with some Severus Snape wannabe.
"So . . . I've been informed that you all have wings."
"Well, duh. What do you think these feathery things are? Pillows?" I replied snarkily.
His face turned purple. Maximum Ride: 1. Thorne: Zilch.
"You see, there is another student here that also has avian DNA grafted into him."
I perked up. Finally. Someone I could beat up. But wait. Bird DNA? Grafted? I swear, if this is another trap laid by Jeb, I won't hesitate to shove this pencil up his –
"Really? This school might not be a dump after all," Iggy said, leaning against his chair, stretching.
Nudge's eyes brightened and I knew what that meant. Nudge Channel.
Gazzy piped up, "What does he look like?"
Yep, I need that information. No way am I going to let some newbie bust down the door of my personal life and corrupt my flock.
"Well –"
"Thorne? Nick is here." Mrs. Olive, the secretary called out from the main entrance.
Thorne straightened his tie and told us, "Ah, yes. You're tour guide is here."
I braced myself for any type of danger that is going to walk through those double doors 'cause if that adolescent boy thinks he could win over my flocks' hearts so easily, well, he's mistaken.
"Nick Moretti? Meet the flock."
And that was when my whole world exploded.
Note: So yeah. Do you like? Hate it? Come on. I know I'm not a good writer but tell me. Review and I might add in some Eggy or Fax.
