Title: The Flock Goes Back to School: Prologue

Rated: 'K+' for language and some Fax ;)

Summery: Dr. M tells the flock that they're going back to school. When Max and Fang argue, Dr. M just gets mad and wont let it go. When there's no other classes for them to have but band, Max and Fang learn how to play the saxophone (because I don't know how to play anything else:D). Faxness. EllaxIggyness.

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Me: Hello!! Say 'hi' Clone Fang©!
Clone Fang©: Hi.
Me: I'm going to call you Fang now. But Clone Fang© is copyrighted. Nobody can take him from me!! Mwa hahahaha!!
Fang: Uh-huh...so...I act like the normal Fang? But I'm a clone?
Me: Yup!! I decided to let Saint have you!!
Fang: That's nice of you.
Me: ...Yeahh...I know.
Fang: We should probably get on with the story...
Me: Oh! Yes! Okay. Fang? If you would do the honors...?
Fang: FangsTrashcanOfDoom doesn't own Maximum Ride. Or really anything here but me.
Me: Ain't that the truth! Soo here we goo!! Super Mario!!

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Chapter 1: Fang, Iggy, and Max first go to school

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You won't believe the joke that my mom tried to tell the flock this morning. It was so funny!

Until I realized she wasn't joking.

"I don't want the flock to go back to school! It sucks!" I yelled at my mother, who was folding laundry calmly. She shouldn't be calm! If she doesn't stop, I'm gonna rip her head off . . . well, not really. But I'll gladly do it in my head.

"I don't care what you want for the flock. Them going back to school is best for them. That way, when they get old enough, they can get jobs and help you stay alive." She argued . . . still calm.

Fang, who was leaning against the doorframe of the laundry room said, "Now, Dr. M, you have to understand that we don't like closed places. The last school we went to was horrible. The headmaster tried to kill us. You're not going to send us to a different one are you? Just so we can almost die again?" Fang wanted us to go as much as I did.

"Plus," I said, "There aren't enough escape routes. It's all closed in and I might go insane. You obviously weren't there but I almost had a heart attack on the submarine to help you. You would risk my life for education?" I put my hand on my chest, pretending to be hurt.

"Yes, I would," She said. Jerk.

Behind me, Fang sighed.

"Do we have a choice? Can we have a vote or something?" I suggested.

"Do other kids get to vote?" She shot at me.

"No, but --"

"Then neither do you. You said that you wanted a normal life, and I'm going to give you one. Well . . . as close to one as I can give you. And so . . . you have no choice."

Jerk.

"Well, I've decided that I don't want a normal life," I said.

"Right." I heard Fang mutter behind me.

"Go upstairs," Mom said.

"Why?"

"Because I'm done," She said, picking up a laundry basket full of folded clothes.

I marched up the stairs, up more stairs, and into my room.

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I sat in my room and listened to my music, trying to get the horrible fact out of my mind.

I was going to school!

I can't believe that she would do that to me! To us! She would risk us getting killed just so that we can get jobs?

Whatever.

I listened to music for I don't know how long when Fang's head popped into my room. I turned down my music so I could have a conversation. Then I decided to just turn it off.

"What's up?" He asked, coming in.

"Still angry, but better. I mean, I know she wasn't there the first time we went to the school, but she could at least take the precaution of not sending us," I vented. Fang nodded.

"Yeah, but," Fang shrugged. "She's just trying to make sure that we'll have money and an education."

"Yeah, but I don't want help."

Fang shrugged again. "I know. But sometimes, you just have to accept it."

I hate it when he's right.

I frowned and lay down on my pillow. He came over and lay down next to me. I sighed. "This sucks."

"Yeah, it does," He agreed and pulled me onto his chest. He kissed my hair. "But, you'll survive."

"Sure. Unless the headmaster turns into an Eraser again."

Fang chuckled. "You'd still live, even then."

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The Next Day...

I woke up the next day with Fang poking me, saying, "Max? Max wake up. We have to get ready. Max. Max. Max. Max." And it pretty much went on like that until I slapped him. And then he laughed. "Dr. M got us some outfits for school. Yours is on your bed." Something soft landed on my face. "I picked one out for you."

I sat up. Fang picked out an outfit for me? WTH?

Fang got up and left and I realized what outfit I was going to wear. A plaid mini skirt and a V-Neck with one of those vest thingies. Of course. He would pick the sluttiest thing that my mom bought me.

I changed into it just because I didn't feel like looking for anything else. I put on my Chucks and went downstairs.

I put some bread in the toaster and went to wake up Angel and Nudge.

"Oh, crap." I heard from behind me. I turned and saw Fang. He looked at my outfit. "I was hoping that it would be more slutty." He frowned as if he were truely disappointed.

"I don't think there is such a thing," I replied, and went to walk around him. Fang followed.

"Sure there is! I could buy it..."

"No!" I practically yelled and walked into Nudge and Angel's room.

I poked Angel first. "Angel? Angel, sweetie, wake up." Angel groaned and rolled over, her back towards me. I swear, if she starts to act like she did when we were looking for my mom, I would kill her.

"Ange," I said, fake sweetness. "If you don't get up, I'll get the bucket."

Angel immedietly sat up, and in the next bed, Nudge did, too. "I'm up!" They both exclaimed and got up to change. I grinned and walked out of the room and into Gazzy and Iggy's room.

I'm going to explain the room situation, just so you know.

Angel and Nudge share a room, because they're the youngest girls and they're best friends -- well, we're all best friends, but...never mind.

Then Gazzy and Iggy share a room because they're parters in crime.

Then Fang and I get our own room. Like, two different rooms.

All together there are 6 bedrooms. 6 bedrooms!! The other two are for Mom and Ella.

I think something is going on with Iggy and Ella. Do you? Yeah, me too.

After I woke up Iggy and Gazzy with my beautiful bucket threat, I went downstairs once again to eat my toast.

When I realized it wasn't there.

I stared at the toaster for a few minutes, when I felt the hairs on the back of my neck go up. I whipped around and saw Fang.

Eating my toast.

I slapped him. "You jerk."

He chuckled. "You know you love me."

"I never said I didn't," I muttered, getting more bread for me to eat.

"So you do love me?"

"I never said that either."

He raised an eyebrow and said, "You loooove me."

I rolled my eyes. Fang was remembering the time that I was on Valium.

He stuck his arms out. "You love me this much."

I turned to get my toast out of the toaster and put butter on it. Fang came up and hugged me from behind. He sighed and lay his head on my back.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing," Fang replied.

"You're very huggy today," I noted.

"Yeah."

We stood there for a minute until we heard Mom coming down the stairs. I sat on the couch and turned on the TV.

"Did you wake the kids?" She asked when she walked past.

"Hello to you, too," I muttered. "And yes, I did," I said a little louder.

"Good." Just as Mom responded, four tired-looking bird-kids came down the stairs.

"Hey, guys. Just go ahead and get something quick to eat. Toast or something," I said as they walked by.

They got their breakfast and sat down at the dinner table.

I had a beautiful speech planned out. At first it consisted of a bunch of extracolorful words and a temper tantrum, but then I decided to tone it down.

So, this is what I said; "Guys, just act normal. Angel?" She turned her head to look at me. "No controlling the teachers, comprende?" She nodded and I nodded back. "Just, don't give any clues that we aren't normal. Try to be good and not blow up stuff." I looked at Gazzy and Iggy. Iggy must've had a feeling that I was looking at him, because both he and Gazzy grinned at the same time. "Let's try to avoid the mayhem that happened at the school that Anne picked out." Fang fliched next to me. I knew he was thinking of Sam. That sucks.

The flock nodded and we got up to leave. Ella came skipping down the stairs. "Let's go!" She exclaimed and grabbed my hand, my hand was connected to Fang's hand. So all three of us were running out of the house. Fang and I were trying not to trip, while Ella was running out of the woods.

"Wait!" I said and she slowed a bit.

"What's wrong?"

I paused. "We forgot Iggy."

She almost skidded to a stop and muttered, "Oops."

I laughed. "I'll go get him. Stay here."

I went and got Iggy and went back to where we stopped. They were still there.

Iggy and I landed and Ella blushed. "Sorry, Iggy."

He laughed. "It's okay. I'm not in any rush."

"You should be! I love my school!"

"I don't," I muttered.

Fang took my hand again and we continued to walk towards the high school.

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This high school was huge! It was made out of brown and red bricks and had the sign "Home Of The Cougars" in the front yard.

Fang, Iggy and I went into the school and walked to the principal's office.

"Hello," The woman at the desk said. "Can I help you?"

"Yes," I said, stepping up. "We're the new kids here. Nick, Jeff, and Max."

"Oh, yes!" She exclaimed and got up and went to a file cabinet. "So, Max? Does that stand for anything? Maxine? Anything?"

"Uhh. . .yeah. Maximum." I said awkwardly.

"Okay, so last names? Your mother didn't tell me. She told me that you would." The lady picked up a pen and wrote something on one of the three peices of paper.

She looked at me. "Your last name?"

"Martinez."

"Maximum Martinez," She murmured as she wrote down my last name.

She looked at Iggy. "Jeff? Your last name?"

"Uh, Ride." What? He stole my last name!

She wrote it down. "Nick? Your last name?"

He looked at Iggy, and realized that he looked nothing like him. Then he looked at me and realized it would be weird if we had the same last name.

"Um, Ride." He decided.

The secretary -- or who I assumed was the secretary -- looked at Fang and then Iggy, one eyebrow raised.

"We were adopted," Fang said. "Well, I was adopted."

"Oh." The secretary frowned as if she were actually sad that he didn't live with his parents. It took all my Max willpower to not snort and laugh.

She got up one more time and put the files back in the cabinet and took out three small pieces of paper.

"These are your schedules. I'm sorry but the only extra class that we had was band, and I assume that you don't know how to play an instrument?" We all shook our heads. "Okay, there will be a student to help you with an intrument during Study Hall. We need two more saxophone players and another trumpet player. Who would like what?"

Fang raised his hand. "I guess I'll take saxophone." He shrugged.

I shrugged, too. "I guess I will, too."

Iggy sighed. "I guess that leaves me with trumpet."

"Okay then! I guess you're all good to go! I'll see you after school. make sure you get each slip signed by the teacher so I know that you got to each classroom okay. We also tried to get you into the same classes so that you'll be more comfortable. You're not in all the same classes, but mostly. One of your friends will be in your classes with you to help you get your bearings. Okay? Goodbye."

We all left and checked out our schedules. "What do you have, Fang?" I asked.

"For first period, I have . . . Algebra I. Great."

"Me, too. Do you, Iggy?"

"Yeah."

"Okay! Then lets try to find Algebra I."

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Wow. Okay. 6 pages of (hopefully) awesomeness!!

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FangsTrashcanOfDoom....

And Fang.