"Max."

I groaned, turning into my pillow. "Go away."

"Max, I'll have to get the bucket," a voice taunted from the doorway.

"You wouldn't dare," I growled, glaring at the intruder with sleep filled eyes.

"It's Friday, and Mom said she would let you drive," Ella informed me from the doorway, looking preppy in some skirt and leggings, with a matching pink jacket. Not that I cared.

I jumped up slightly at that. Yes, now that Jeb had insisted on the flock living as normal kids, I had finally got my TEMPS. After all, I was fifteen. I completely sucked at driving, but I was getting better at it. Sure, I almost ran into a fire hydrant, but it just needed a little touch up. Not anything huge. Maybe Ella and Nudge could give it a makeover. I'd rather it be the victim than me. Ever since we had moved into my mom's house, I had turned into Ella's Barbie doll, much to Iggy and-.

I paused on that thought and treaded back slowly like it was a dangerous bear. Finding it easier to never think of him, I just tended to act like there wasn't a hole in my heart. Thinking back on it, I wouldn't have even minded if we had just broken up. Anything to keep my best friend at my side. It was hard enough with the stress of saving the world, but if I had him at my side, it would be easier. But, whatever. As Ella says, he's a complete idiot for leaving the flock and me.

"Can I do your wardrobe?" Ella squealed, rushing into my room before I could say anything. Who says wardrobe? "Nudge, Max's letting us pick out her clothes!"

I glared at Ella. She was already studying me! Probably for the best shade of color that would show off my tan, which I apparently have. "Out," I demanded, pushing her towards the door. She struggled, trying to get out of my grasp, but by the time she got out I had clicked the lock on my door shut. Luckily, Mom had told me I could get lock, but, of course, she had to pass through a couple weeks of screaming teenagers first.

Sighing, I trudged through my room to the closet which unfortunately was filled with a bunch of pink, short, frilly things at the shopaholics' expense. After checking a few outfits out, I finally found something suitable that I could fight in at any sight of alarm. Some nice, simple dark skinny jeans with a T-shirt and hoodie. Yes, it's not the most stylish thing in the world, but with evil scientists don't exactly teach us to be fashion models. They teach us to be fighters.

I listened at the door silently, trying to pick up any sound from Ella and Nudge, or, scarier, Angel. Just a little mind trick of hers could get me in a mini skirt faster than you can say 'torture'. Not hearing anything, I opened the door and walked down the short hallway to the bathroom.

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"Hey, Iggy," I said tiredly, plopping down at the counter. Seconds later, a plate of pancakes, eggs, and bacon appeared in front of me. It took a few minutes of shoveling the delicious food in my in mouth before I finally looked up to see the chef. "So," I asked while gnawing on a piece of bacon, "are you still going to that concert with John?"

"Nah." Iggy walked the 7 feet to the stove perfectly, without even running it, and I shook my head in disbelief. What on earth did the lunatics (scientists, for those who don't know our story) give to him? Echolocation? Radioactive spider? I'm stumped. "Loud noises and packed crowds almost promise a panic attack," he said sadly. I guess he really wanted to go. After a week of arguing, the flock was forced to go to Ella's school, and Ig had met John. In a matter of days, the two troublemakers, occasionally plus Gazzy, spent half of their time in the principal's office, and the other planning their schemes. Of course, I've had my fair share of detention. First it was that boy who made fun of Iggy's eyesight, than it was tackling Iggy for him saying he could defend himself, than a day later is was for punching that girl, and than… You get the idea, right?

I glanced up at the clock. "I should go wake up Gazzy, we don't have much time before I get to drive us to school!" Ignoring Iggy's protest, I clambered up out of my seat, grabbed a cup of water, and marched upstairs.

So, I'll try to make the rest of the chapters longer, and I know Max probably seems more teenager style right now, but I'm figuring living the easy life for a while can do that to you. I have some ideas for this story, but if you want to actually understand it, you'll want to pay a lot of attention to the chapters titles so you understand when I switch points of view. PLEASE REVIEW! Constructive criticism is welcome, and same with complements!