My alarm clock blared signaling the first day of school. Ugh. I can't even begin to explain how much I despise school. I looked at my alarm clock and gasped as i saw it read 5:00 am. Ella.

I threw back my covers and shivered at the gold air. My feet carried me into my sister's room and saw her sleeping soundly. Not for much longer. I threw the alarm clock at her and she leapt about 3 feet into the air.

"Owww!" she yelped as she rubbed her side, "What was that for?"

"I should be asking you the same question!" I retorted, " Why would you set my alarm for freaking 5 am!?" Ella's face lit up. Oh dear God no. An evil grin spread across her face and 10 mites later, I was sitting in Ella's bathroom at a vanity as she prodded me with makeup brushes. I squirmed under her masara-weilding hand until finally I gave in and allowed her to touch me with the torture device.

After an entire hour of hair and makeup done by Ella, she walked out of the room to pick out clothes for me and I tentatively looked at my reflection in the mirror. I had to admit I looked pretty good.

Ella came back in and threw a pair of ripped skinny jeans and a black tank top that had wings on the back, and a leather jacket. At least she knew my style. I changed and thew on some black converse high-tops. I waited for my sister by the door and when she came down the stairs, I stared. She looked amazing.

Since the school was only a few blocks away, Ella and I walked.

When we arrived at school, a ripple of murmurs ran through the crowd and may heads turned in our direction. Ella immediately squealed and ran over to a girl with mocha skin and wildly curly hair. They began talking about who-knows-what; probably hair products.

I shook my head and left Ella to socialize. How did she even know anyone? We haven't even lived in the neighborhood for 24 hours! Ella has always been the social one. I usually scare everyone of you tries to talk to me, so i usually didn't have many friends.

I made my way through the whispering crowds of people and ignored some whistles. Sexist pigs again. Can't there be any decent guys in this world? I kicked open the door to the office and the lady at the front desk stared at me. I eft my expression blank, as if I hadn't just kicked open the door to a sophisticated office.

"Maximum Ride," I said to her. She nodded, still eyeing me and rummaged in her desk and pulled out a yellow folder with my name on it.

"Thanks," was all I said to her. I turned on my heel only to find a sight that made me just two feet in the air and throw my folder at him as a reflex. It was the guy form the gym yesterday. He cought the folder and handed back to me, keeping his face free of emotion, like a stone. I glared at him as I shoved my way through the door and out of the office.

I speed walked to my locker and looked at the combination rotten on a slip of paper which the office lady had given to me. I started to put in the combination and thought about the guy form the gym. He goes to school here? Could my luck get any worse? After 3 times of putting in my combination and failing, I kicked my locker which created a bang the echoed through the hall. Most of the people turned their heads to look at me and i sneered back at them in reply.

Then out of nowhere, a tall guy with strawberry blonde hair and electric blue eyes was by my side.

"Need help?" he inquired looking at me.

"No," I retorted probably a little to harshly. I averted my eyes and looked intently at the piece of paper clothed in my hand. It was hard to look directly into his eyes. But there was something mesmerizing about then so i looked back at him to find one eyebrow raised, "Ugh fine. Thanks." I handed him my piece of paper with the combination on it. In one try, he opened the locker. i shoved the books I didn't need into my locker and kept my math and science in my bag.

"What's your first class?" he inquired.

"Math," I practically spit out the word. I hated math.

"Cool me too." he replied, "Walk with me?"

"Sure," I decided this guy was ok. I followed him.

"I'm Iggy by the way."

I nodded, "Max."

"Cool name," he smiled at me and to my surprise I felt myself smiling back. That was pretty much how my entire conversation with him went until we got to math. As we waited outside the math classroom, I heard a voice behind me.

"Hey Iggy!" I turned around to see a guy who looked just like one of those Hollister models. He had blonde, wavy surfer hair, and lagoon-blue eyes.

"Sup Dylan," said Iggy in response, "This is Max. She's new here."

"Hey Max," he smiled at me, showing off his pearly whites. Once again I found myself smiling back. Damn what is wrong with me?

Math crawled by, one painful minute at a time. Then science came, and that went a little faster. In science, i officially made two new enemies. Their names were Lissa and Brigid. They were two of the sluttiest girls I had ever laid eyes on and i couldn't help making fun of them. Just a little.

Finally, lunch was here. I got my food and saw Iggy in the crowd of people.

"Mind if I sit with you guys?"

"Not at all!" I sat down next to Iggy and he introduced me to everyone. At the table, there was my sister Ella, the mocha-skinned girl who's name was Nudge, and Dylan. We ate and laughed together and I decided I liked them. The smile was wiped of my face when the guy from the gym came and sat down next to me at our table. I glared at him in disgust and he just smirked at me.

"Max this is Fang," Fang. What kind of a name is Fang?

" So, Max what class do you have next?" Iggy looked at me questioningly. I looked down at my schedule.

"Art."

"Cool me too," his deep husky voice sounded by my ear. Crap. This was going to be a long day.