Chapter One- The start

A/N: Hey, so obviously I'm new to FF.N, but I've heard wonderful things about it from my dA friends. So I thought, what the hey?! And here I am. Remember Frenna is Fictional Character that I made up to go with the flock. (btw her name is pronounced Fray-nya) Although she is she will not be removed from the stories. If you do not like her you may express it, but nothing will be changed. Please continue reading, I know it doesn't seem interesting (gosh how I wish I could go back and rewrite these), but it get's so much better.

"JEB! TELL IG TO STOP CHASING MEEEEEE!" Screamed the at the time 12 year old Frenna, as she ran around the house towards the backyard. Also 12 years old, Iggy was on her tail, wings open and feet bare.

"Iggy, knock it off please. I'm busy right now teaching Maximum and Fang some new martial arts moves." Replied Jeb, with that 'no nonsense' tone he often used. Max was kicking in a side sweep motion, while Fang ducked and dodged away from her. They darted around like humming birds, and Frenna sighed with longing. She missed being able to play like that, but she might hurt one of the Flock members. She still couldn't control her strength, and she had nearly killed Fang once.

"Why don't you teach me or Iggy anything anymore? It's always Max and Fang now, never us!" Frenna said, with a bit of insanity in her voice. She tried to love Jeb, she tried to be perfect like Max, but she always got the short end of the deal.

"Because you don't need it. Iggy cannot fight as well as Max and Fang, and already had his amount of training. You, on the other hand, are the most skilled fighter I have ever seen. The School programmed you that way right before we left. You remember that? It's why your so much stronger than the others. Why, you can pick up cars with ease! You are skilled with all sorts of fighting types, you have no need to be trained. Now, Iggy feed Angel please, and Frenna, go find Nudge, I have some new things to teach her too." Jeb said, only halfway turned towards them, and often throwing in an "Duck Fang!" or "Right Jab Max!" mid sentence.

At that moment, Iggy grabbed Frenna's arm, smiled softly, and shifted her hair to the right of her face.

"Come on Frenna, lets go. I'll go make Angel a PB&J, and you go get Nudge for Jeb. Okay?" He said in his soft voice, the one he only used when he knew Frenna was hurting or upset. Frenna blew the hair out of her face, shifted her feet, and spun on her heels. She walked back with grace and poise.

Frenna looked just like Angel, only older and her face was more oval than round. She had pale skin that was almost perfect, besides the traces of almost nonexistent freckles on her cheekbones. Her blue eyes weren't as bright as Iggy's, more of a steel color. And her blonde curls went down her back, messy and normally unbrushed.

She had something else in common with Angel too. While the young girl could read minds, Frenna was physic. She was capable of not only looking into the future, but also seeing the past. She was so good at it, that she could look into anyone's memories from any given point in time that had already passed. She didn't use it often though, because she felt so separated from the real world, and wasn't fond of intruding on people's thoughts and privacy.

Her personality though, was a mixture of Max and Nudge. There were times when Frenna was more tomboyish, which was why she took after Max. She had a weaker will though, which was why Max was the leader. Frenna wasn't as brave as Max either, which would have caused some problems in the leader department. Which was fine by her, she loved pleasing Max.

Which brings us into how Frenna was also like Nudge. The girl had a gift for fashion and style. Even though she ran her mouth less often, sometimes it was difficult to shut her up. Never as difficult as Nudge though, thank goodness. She loved to dress up in nice clothes, and she wore Make-up the day she turned 12. Or, at least, the day she picked to turn 12.

"Okay Igs. I'll go get Nudge," She said as they walked into the kitchen of the beautiful mountain house. "Do you need me to show you where the peanut butter is? I think The Gasman put it on the bottom shel- Oh! Never mind. I found it. Okay, I'll grab Nudge and stop by on the way back. Mind making two more sandwiches? I'll attempt with dinner..." She said the last part with doubt; Iggy was the best cook out of all of them. Although Frenna did try, her cooking was only so-so.

"Yeah, sure. Hey, about what Jeb said, try not to think about it, okay? You know he picks favorites, we just got the short end of the stick. But two short sticks make one long one." He winked at her, then their moment was gone. He went fluttering around the kitchen, grabbing things he needed for lunch. Frenna wondered why his moments came and went. One minute he liked her, the next he was chasing her with a baseball bat. She then thought about what Jeb had said.

She didn't like to think about Jeb that way, with hatred, but sometimes she couldn't help it. The rest of the day went as normal, and then she laid down on her amber-colored hammock. She slept restlessly, sensing something was wrong. Max never woke her up, though, so all must have been well. But when she woke up, Jeb was gone. Everything from that day on was much, much worse.