My first fan-fiction ever. So if it's sucky I apologize in advance . Please let me know if i should improve and or if you like it. I hope you enjoy.

Anything involved in the Max Ride series, well... I don't own it.

{{ And greetings from her beta and best friend in the whole entire world, Bayzen, or as she calls me, Trinly. ... She just read this and started laughing. Then she said "Trinster!" God she's a moron. }}

Chapter 1

Nothing feels better than having the wind blowing in my hair. Except when you lose two people that you love. Angel and Fang. Both gone in a blink of an eye. It was hard to lose Fang in the first place, but when you combine that with losing Angel- all in one day... You might collapse with something I like to call broken heart-itis. As a leader I'm supposed to be strong and make hard decisions. I was strong and didn't shed one tear until we made it to the safe house in Minnesota. Once we had landed safely and everyone was pretty much okay, I collapsed on the couch and haven't moved since.

Soon after we came home, Dylan and I got in a huge fight. Dylan left and never came back, leaving me to deal with another loss. Dylan may have been a good fighter, but he kept making me feel confused about my feelings. Did I like like him or not? It was a hard decision, and I could mourn about him to, but Angel was my major grievance just then. My baby was gone and there was nothing that I could about it.

Iggy, the best cook I know, couldn't even get me to eat his homemade lasagna- my favorite food. Nudge, the person I rely on to make me feel better, couldn't even get me to smile or show any emotion. And Gazzy, my strong nine-year-old, couldn't do anything but sit next to me and let me hold him. So when the CSM offered to take us to school, all I could do is say yes. The flock may not have liked it, but it was the best for us- for me. And maybe, just maybe- I could find out where Angel was. If, you know, she wasn't dead.

"Come on, this was your idea," said Nudge shoving a toothbrush in my mouth, "You wanted to go to school. So you are going!"

Never has Nudge had to take care of me like this. Never has she had to tell me to do something that I really wasn't looking forward to doing. "Nudge, I'm just not in the mood," I said.

"Yeah? Well Gazzy isn't in the mood either and yet he's showered, and is in fresh clothing." Nudge said. "Even Iggy is ready to go. Heck he was the first one up. He even made pancakes." Nudge put her hands on her hips and said, " You are going whether you like it or not," Her voice was icy and drawling. She meant what she said, and we both knew it.

"You're right," I said, surrendering reluctantly. "Fine, I'll go."

I got up and took my first shower in two weeks. I brushed my hair- well, I sort of brushed my hair, and put on an over-sized sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. I quickly ate five helpings of pancakes and was out the door in less than thirty minutes. We drove like normal people do in a car that the CSM bought us. The flock wasn't thrilled about me driving to school but at least we could travel and not look suspicious. We lived about a half-hour drive away from the school; a ten minute flight for us Avian Americans.

We may have been living in a tiny town; heck, it might as well be called a village, but I still did a three-sixty scan every so often just to make myself feel better. People in that town had never seen someone with blindness, or anything similar, for that matter, so Iggy was pretty much famous. So far it seemed that no one had read Fang's blog. Otherwise they were too dull to figure out who we were.

Once at school and parked, we walked to our first class. Iggy and I had three classes out of eight together, though Nudge and Gazzy shared no classes. I told the flock to be on the lookout at all times, but to try to have fun. The flock thought I was crazy for telling them to have fun when Angel and Fang we gone and we were at the worst place imaginable.

My first class was gym, and we played kick-ball. The whole class was surprised that a girl could kick farther and run faster then any of the guys there, but I did try to appear as inconspicuous as possible. It was hard not to just spread my wings out and fly away to a corner and cry over the loss of Angel. The important thing was that I didn't. I was becoming stronger by being around strangers.

Gym was very interesting with Iggy. The gym teacher had tried to have Iggy sit out but Iggy wasn't going to have that. And well, neither was I. We hadn't had fun in two weeks and we really deserved to have a little fun, right? The class was amazed by how well Iggy could kick. He never had to run the bases, because he kept kicking home-runs.

When gym was over, and we were in the locker room changing I heard some of the girls talking about Iggy.

"That kid, Iggy, is so hot," said a girl with blond hair.

"I know, right? I call dibs," replied Blondie's friend, she too had blond hair.

"Sh. His sister's like, right there," Blondie said. "Hi, I'm Fae. And you are?"

"I'm Max," I said, shutting my locker.

"What does Max stand for?" asked Blondie, or Fae, I guess.

"Nothing. It's just Max," I said.

I walked out of the locker room and into the hallway, were we had to wait until the bell rang. Iggy was already waiting there. "You're famous," I said.

"What do you mean?" Iggy inquired.

"The girls in the locker room are fighting over who gets dibs on you," I responded.

"Really?" Iggy asked.

I rolled my eyes and said, "I'm rolling my eyes. And yes."

"Sweet," Iggy said.

I don't know how Iggy could be thinking about girls when Ella, his only love, was still missing. "What about Ella?"

"She just has too much drama going on and I can't risk getting her heart broken," Iggy said, "Since I am the Igster."

The bell rang and thank God it did otherwise Iggy would have been a dead man.

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter, please give me your comments. Good or bad.

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