(Note: This is sort of a branch off James Patterson's Maximum Ride) Prolouge

This sun feels awesome I thought. We were probably three, maybe four miles up in the air. For once, the sun over the tall, cold Rocky Mountains was showing its face. It warmed our tee shirt covered backs to just the right temperature. This is so much better than the Institute for Genetics. Stupid Scientists. I thought.

Agreed. Said my best and closest friend, Mason. A chorus of 'heck yeahs' and 'yeps' echoed in my mind. Yea, I said my mind. Our minds are all connected.

Okay, so I haven't really told our story before, so I'm just going to talk and you can try and keep up. So here is the deal: We are a bunch of mutant genetic freaks, ranging from ages four to fifteen.

My name is Justeen Holly. I am 15 years old, and I support seven other kids and myself. Their names are Dessi Spear, Ange Cellar, Gabe Cellar (twin of Ange), Francine Douglass, Grettah Underwood, Mason Vern, and Theris Floers. They are great, and very smart, for seven kids who have never had an education.

Anyways, I hope you survive reading this. Yep, by picking this series, you have made yourself known to the Government. But who knows. Maybe you can join us some day.

Well, I gave you the information.

Decide if you should put this down or not.