I've seen plenty of these but whatev; I want to make one too! The flock don't know each other, they do have wings and they're going to school. Their ages have been tweaked obviously and I'll try to keep them in character but I'm only human and will mess up. *Hangs head in shame*

Noticed some flaws and changed them to make the chapter flow better:

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Max POV

You know, everyone told me the first day of High School would be hard and scary. If only I had believed them, then maybe I would have been prepared…

It started out easy enough. Went, got my schedule, found my locker; cake right? Not only that, but my first teacher was really cool. I sat next to a kid with olive skin and dark hair. I thought he was cute but didn't dwell too much about that because then the teacher started writing something. I could never figure out why-it's not like I was good at it-but I really liked math.

The pre-test seemed easy but I'm pretty sure I failed it anyways. The rest of class went on as a lecture on the class rules, curriculum, yada yada yada. Everything was going fine until I entered my next class: English (DOOM DOOM DOOM). I walked in and immediately knew the teacher and I were going to have some issues. I mean she looked nice; cool, relaxed, and comfortable. I just had this feeling that she was gonna be trouble. What can I say; intuition and me are like Pb&j.

Once the bell rang she quickly handed out syllabuses and gave us our first assignment-an essay. A really long, dreadful essay about some piece of literature; at least she let us choose that part. Intuition 1, logic 0. The next class, Spanish, was difficult partially because I was learning another language and that was never easy; but it also had to do with some chick is jabberin my ear off. Her name was Monique and I swear she should be in Ripley's Believe it or Not for the most words-no, sentences-said in one breath. I liked her well enough but jeezums!

Hmmm, only 1 and a half ours till lunch. I smiled inwardly at the thought of food. Too bad I was so busy mentally gorging myself to notice there was someone right in front of me. As I was walking. And kept walking. Right into them. Yeah yeah, smooth I know.

"Hey watch it!" The guy I ran into was big, and to be honest, scary looking. He was in my math class and I think his name was Ari.

"Sorry," I mumbled. Not out of fear, but out of embarrassment. He just sort of glared on walked off with his friends.

Great, day one and you've already made an enemy. Way to go self. . .

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Just a few adjustments.