AWRITE! My first Maximum Ride story! As always, SilverMoonEyes23 is right beside me and probably will make this seem like a crack!fic. (Silver: Hehe, what's up? If any of you know who I am, you know that comedy is rare. But, trust me, I don't just make people die all the time.) So right! I'M still alive, though probably not for long. And I give endless support and tell people about her all the time yet she cant even put my name on her page. Love you too, Chiggen. Love you too. (Silver: This wonderful story is complete with gender bending, random song outburts,Disney-like Princesses,and a side of crack. enjoy.)

Max= Max

Fang= Fiona

Iggy= Irene

Nudge= Nash

Gazzy= Gabby

Angel= Angelo

ANYWAY! Ya'll may love this, or ya'll may ignore it like my Hunger Games fic. :(. IWILL ENJOY WRITING ANYWAY!

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Max POV:

I do not kick him in the dingalingaling. Instead I punch him in the jaw and hope it works out. He clutches his jaw and falls to the ground, groaning.

"That's what you get for taking my sandwich! Back off, Nash!" He glares at me from the ground.

"I'm HUNGRY!" His eyes flash. If anyone else were to see his glare, they'd probably scream. I don't. Nash has this idea that no one was immune to his looks (angry or charming), but we both know they do little to me. We look at each other for a few seconds, but then Nash grinns and sings as loud as he could. "Chicken, Nugget biscuit nugget in a biscuit!" And then, in his pre-teen years soprano, "DIP IT ALL IN MASHED POTAAATOES THEN! DIP THE MASH POTATOE DOUBLE CHICKEN NUGGET BISCUIT IN THE BARBEQUE SAUCE! mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"

"Shut up!" I screach. Nash ignores me. I cover my ears with my hands. Great, I think. He's found someone else to idolize. Tobuscus will hurt all of our ears.

Angelo walks in rubbing his eyes. Nash woke him up with his uneartly howling.

"Hey, Angelo." I say.

"Max, I heard a sound like an Eraser in a blender mixed with ninja swords!"

"Yes I know. Scary, right?"

"Is it Nash? Because that's what Irene told me. But Fiona wouldn't talk, she just tensed up." Classic Fiona. Currently suspicious of everything.

"Irene was right. Don't worry about Fiona. She's just scared an Eraser is coming, which they aren't."

"Who says they aren't?" A chilly voice says behind me. I stand up and turn around to find black-haired Fiona, long hair over one eye, the seeing eye glaring at me.

"Me. They can't find us, no matter how hard they try." She narrows her eyes further. Grabbing my arm she drags me out to the porch.

"Look at me, Max." she spits. "We both know the Erasers are coming. Don't try and hide it from him. Angelo will find out sooner or later, what with his mind-reading and all. Better tell him now, or I will." I smile at her.

"Whoa. I didn't know you could talk that much! I thought your limit was six words an hour!" I'm just trying to lighten the mood, but she doesn't find it funny. Instead she climbs onto the railing of the porch.

"What are you doing?" I say, surprised.

I don't get a reply. I don't really expect one. Instead, I get a facefull of feathers. Jet-black ones. No, a raven didn't fly in my face. It's Fiona's feathers. From her wings. I guess the secret is out now, we have wings. And yeah, they work.

When I get the feathers out of my face, Fiona is gone. She'll be back. She's always back in time. She's the one I trust most out of my flock. She'll be back soon.

I hope.

AWRITE! Ch. 1 finished! Thanks Chiggen, for that wonderful Flipnote about moobs. I WILL NOT MENTION THEM SO DONT ASK! If you have read this, and you like Hunger Games, read my story A New Era. It's about the First Hunger Games. Awrite, until next chapter. BAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

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