Author's Note: I've had this plot bunny floating around for a while now, so thanks to an IM friend (who just doesn't know when to stop), I finally kicked my lazy butt into gear. As much as it was annoying, having someone constantly berate me for not updating was good for me. But since I still don't know where I'm going with any of my other stories (Writer's Block is the worst disease in the history of bad diseases) I made a new one from the great rambling space of my mental abyss. And my favorite part of this: IT'S MY FIRST EVER TOTAL 1ST POV STORY! YAY!!!

Disclaimer: I don't own the ideas of recombinate DNA experiments, secret labs, or Erasers. And virtual cookies to anyone who can PM me a full list of all the little bitty references I put in there. There were quite a lot, and several were accidental. Then I may copy-and-paste that list into my disclaimer along with the alias of the person who figured them all out. SO first read this as a story, then read it as a treasure hunt when ya get bored later.

"Alright class, settle down."

As my peers make their way to their seats, I can't help but think of my past. It's hard to believe I'm here right now. If someone had told me nine years ago that I would one day have a normal name, go to a normal school, and live a normal life, I would have thought they were out of their mind.

"Roll call. Jeremy Andrews."

"Here."

"Tiffany Amika."

"Present."

I was born in a science lab. Or rather, I was created. We (the experiments) were kept in cages and tested VERY painfully on a regular basis. The scientists who made us had a good old time messing with our DNA, and decided that since we were not 100% human, we were little more than lab rats.

"Arnold Arksson."

"I'm here."

I was experiment number JO0139XT84A77HC. Talk about a mouthful. Mostly I was referred to as Subject T84A, or just plain That One (insert pointing finger here). Around three years old I figured out that the "A77HC" meant that I was the seventy-seventh experiment of the Combination "Avian-Human." That's right. Avian. As in bird.

"Stephanie Bern."

"She's absent today, Mrs. Jonas. Got sick."

"Thank you, Stephen." Wouldn't you know it that where most classes have one teacher's pet each, this class has a matching set. Twins.

Under my extra-large hoody are two ginormas feathered white wings. And if you looked at one of my X-rays or CAT scans, you'd see that I also have hollow bones, two stomachs, and several other avian traits. And before you ask, yes I can fly. That was the whole point of creating me.

"Billy Bessett."

"My name is not BILLY! It's ROB!" I put a stray lock of 'blonde' hair behind my ear and roll my eyes. Rob and his name issues.

"Fine. Rob. Happy?"

"Yes ma'am."

Unfortunately, with the ability to fly comes the super metabolism needed to make the energy to lift my ninety-four pounds off the ground, and keep it there. Of course, I don't tell that to any of the other kids when they ask me about my three trays of lunch in the cafeteria. Not like they would believe me anyhow.

"Frii Dowel."

Of course I'm here; I'm in the freaking front row! "Present."

Yes, I know my name is weird. But when you say it out loud, it fits me perfectly! White snow owl, no longer in a cage. Freed Owl. Frii Dowel. Personally, I think it's amazing that no one else has made the connection yet.

When I was about seven years old (few of us know exactly how old we are) one of the older birdkids managed to use weak telekinesis to swipe a cage key card from one of the Erasers. Erasers are basically experiments with high privileges, mainly freedom and access. They are Combination Lupine-Human, and can change from one form to the other. They were created for the sole purpose of Erasing the lives of "failed" (i.e. not powerful enough, or not obedient enough) experiments. Torturing the "successful" ones just comes as a bonus.

"Doming Daniels"

"I'm here." That kid is really…indescribable. He always wears a T-shirt that says "I live next door to Voldemort" and spends a lot of time looking in a pocket mirror practicing a growl-cackle sound.

"James Jonas."

"Mom, you drove me here this morning."

"I know dear, but I have to treat you equal to all my other students. Say, 'here,' please."

I join with the other students' chuckling as he whines, "But mo-ommmmm!"

"No buts. Say it."

"Here."

Anyway, the birdgirl used the card to open her cage, and then mine and another birdkid's cage. I hadn't learned how to fly yet (few experiments live long enough to use their "gifts") so she grabbed me and the three of us went crashing through a barred window. Consider the momentum it took to break through steel bars, and remember that our bones are thin and they didn't feed us much. Not fun, or easy. So we got as far from there as possible, as fast as possible.

"Emily J."

"I'm here!"

"Emily K."

"Me too!" The Emilys have way to much energy for their own good. Goods… Uh… Grammar is lost when it comes to the Emilies.

"Ashley King."

…

"Absent. Dori Lionas."

"Here."

Eagle Eye (the birdgirl who rescued us) bought a camping trailer. Dark Wing (the other birdkid) asked her where she got the money, but all she said was, "Karma." Whatever that means. Well, I know what the word means now that I've been in a normal school (still can't get over that) for three years, but I still don't get how karma got her a hundred bucks. Or how it convinced the owners to sell their "motor-home" to a fourteen year old girl dressed in really dirty, really ripped clothes. I'm betting she used mind control. I'd heard of experiments getting big powers like that. Not that Eagle Eye ever told us she had a second power.

"Jake Meyers."

"Present."

"Tori Zimmers."

BANG! "I'm here, I'm here!" With the number of times the door handle has slammed into the wall, I'm surprised the black board hasn't fallen off yet.

"Late again, I see. One more tardy and you're in for a suspension, Mr. Zimmers." Oooo, she called him by his last name! He in trou-ble! Oh, snap! I almost lost myself there. I'm beginning to really think like a normal human teenager! Gotta watch myself…

"Yes, Mrs. Jonas. Sorry."

"Hmm…"

AN: Kay, ya, that isn't really a cliff hanger, but I figured it's better not to have a cliffie considering my track record... REVIEW PLEASE!