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Minimum Glide

No, no, no no nonononononono! Not J.J! Wait- what's going on? What happened? Why am I still asking questions in my head instead of kicking major butt to find some actual answers?

"What happened?" I asked, trying to keep my voice from cracking. J.J had been my best friend since first grade! That's like forever! I hadn't bothered to make any backup friends! Crap! Some kids turned towards me ad shrugged their wimpy little shoulders. Anyone else ignored me. Mistake numero uno. "Hey person with authority over there!" I called out, pointing to one of the coroner people who were lifting J.J's limp body. "What happened?" THey just looked at me as if I were retarded and then continued to lug J.J's body outside to their car. Mistake numero dos. I ran up to them, pushing my way through other adults, kids and the sacred yellow tape that surrounds a crime scene.

"Hey," I said, grabbing one of the coroners by the shirt collar. "That's my best friend. Now tell me what happened." The man looked down at me and peered through his extremely round glasses. He looked sympathetic. I decided I like this man. Besides, if you got rid of the glasses he looked like Bill Nye the Science Guy. Now if he'll just tell me something...

"Aren't you the Batcheldor girl?" the coroner asked politely. Of course he knew my father. Everyone knew my father because my father was flippin' rich and important. Of course, I preferred not to be referred (Hey that rhymed!) to being the daughter of my father. He's a cold hearted beast that never truly cared for me. But if acting the loyal daughter got me some information, then I was ready to play the role.

"Yah," I whispered quietly, not wanting students to hear me. Nobody knew that my father was Jeb Batcheldor. Nobody except J.J who is now dead. The coroner nodded and started to talk. "A kid came to your highschool with a gun. Was gonna shoot someone but your friend got in the way. Real brave girl she is."

J.J had risked her life for someone else in the hell hole? Who? That wasn't important. Why? That was the real question. Heck, I'll admit it. I don't really care. J.J was just a goody-goody like that. All that matters is that she is dead. But I don't cry. Emotion is was of my least favorite things. Don't like being sad, angry or bored. Heck, I don't really like being happy too much! So I walk back into the school where kids are being lead off by teachers. The loudspeaker goes on.

"Attention. Attention all students. Please return back to class. School shall continue. Again, please return to class. School shall continue." I can't believe it. Some kid just died and they go on like nothing ever happened? That's just sick. A teacher even came up to me and told me to move along. Mistake numero tres. Three strikes and your out.

"What did you just say?" I snapped at the teacher. She looked at me shocked. I guess most students don't talk back. No wonder society is crumbling. We have crappy people in the world.

"I said, move along," the teacher repeated. I reconized her. She was the drama teacher. Did I mention how much I hate drama kids? I didn't? Whoops. Now you know. Woah, total Bill Nye moment.

In my awesome yet geeky way of mine I snarled at the teacher then walked off. My eyes searchd the crowd of new people. Most of them I didn't know or barely reconized. I'm not one to call a master of socialness. Most of the time I just ignored everyone. Or everyone ignored me. Probably the latter.

My eyes kept scanning the crowd for someone I could probably relate to when I found the perfect person. In her hands was a clarinet case and a music folder. She didn't look like one to be a brat. Her hair was dark brown with purple streaks running though it. Also she had dark chocolately eyes, a small nose and beautiful dark skin. All at once our eyes met and we walked over to each other. She smiled and stuck her hand out. "Hi!" She chirped happily.

"Hey," I responded, returning a smile. The aurua around her even seemed nice. "What's your name?" I asked politely. Maybe a bit forcefully, but I swear I put some effort into it! Luckily the girl just smiled and answered, "Akira." (THIS IS NOT NUDGE! 11 YEAR OLDS DO NOT GO TO HIGHSCHOOL LAST TIME I CHECKED!) "Pretty," I commented. Akira raised her eyebrows at me, and I tilted my head confused. Did she want my name? Probably. "Max," I said, taking her hand and shaking. "Maximum Ride." Akira chuckled. Okay, my name might seem a little... provocative but when you're seven and watching you're parents argue on your last name, Ride doesn't sound so dirty with Maximum. Hey, it could be worse. Or not.

We dropped our hands from one another and started walking to the band/geek room. When we arrived, most people were already there, warming up. Though I did happen to notice that the tall, dark, mysterious boy saxophonist seemed to still be missing. Probably emo and off cutting himself. Then he comes walking in, taking a random seat next to the other saxophones. Never mind about him I guess. What's our teacher's name? I think as I search the whiteboard for a name. Found it! Woah, his name is funny.

"Hello," our band teacher said as he walked out of his office. "My name is Mr. Killyou. Pronounced Ky-lee-oo. Not kill-you. Though if you do call me Mr. Killyou, I will have to kill you. Comprende?" The entire class nodded. That is seriously random though that his name is Killyou and someone just died. My best friend to be exact. But I've always been one to move on quickly. Besides, now I'll have Akira to talk to. Sadly, Akira sits on the opposite side of the room with the other clarinets. I, on the other hand, play the awesomest instrument of all. The flute. Possibly the nerdiest instrument out there. You might be thinking someone as "cool," as me wouldn't play such a fragile thing. But the flute is beautiful, like a gust a wind as you fly in the sky. Quick and agile.

"For the next few days you are going to be auditioning for me so I can get chair placements settled," instructed. "I'll start with flutes." He signaled my group to come over and get in line. I somehow was lucky enough to be able to sneak into the back. One by one the girls (and one boy) snaked into 's office and played. The office must've been sound proof though because I didn't hear a thing. Some of the girls I knew from middle school but also I didn't know half of the girls or the one boy. Hopefully I wouldn't get last chair. Somehow all through middle school I was able to keep second chair. Of course, that was only out of five girls. But in my defense the girl in first chair had been in private lessons since forever. She was probably could nough to beat some of the older kids for chair posistion. With a little luck I might get middle chair.

Before I knew it I was in the teacher's office. It felt weird. Like being in a random dude's white van. Hopefully it wasn't actualy like that. Besides, I had my rape whistle anyway. Hey- can't help that my mom is paranoid.

"Sight-Read this," ordered, handing me a piece of sheet music. The title was Rowan Tree. It was obviously a chalenge piece for midle schoolers. Actually, I had played it in seventh grade. So I knew most of it luckily. I doubt he really cared though. So I played, taking large breaths in the longer rests. I could basically play each section of the song without taking a breath. Okay, that's a lie. Whatever though.

When I finished I looked up. just nodded, wrote some notes down and then shooed me away. called for the clarinets and I went to sit down. I gave Akira a reasurring thumbs up as she waited in line nervously. After she entered 's office I looked around. I turned to see Mr. dark and silent himself, talking with the other tenor saxophones. I hated, just hated tenor's. They were rude, obnoxious and plain out loud. Emo Kid was talking to one of the saxophones that I knew and hated. James Griffins. Also known as the most perverted minded person ever. You can say barely anything near him without him making some stupid joke about it.

"Pst!"

I turned to see the boy flute, who was to the right of me, waving. At me. Who did he think he was?

"I'm Sam," Sam said, holding at his hand. I shook my head. He ignored my vibe that obviously said stop-talking-to-me-before-I-kill-you. Stupidest flute I've ever met. "What's your name?"

"If I tell you will you leave me alone," I snarled. I'm a geek with attitude, what can I say?

"Sure," Sam said brightly. Oh my, I think he doesn't believe me. Suppose he wants to die. "Max," I mutter. "Maxium Ride." From across the room, I heard someone laugh. Sure enough when I checked it was James. "How'd you like to live up to that name Maxi-Pad?" James hollared loud enough for the whole class to hear.

"Shut it James." I retorted. James just smirked and said, "That's what she said." EW!

Ignoring all the comments James was making, I turned back to Sam. He had turned back to the other flutes. Thank God. From the corner of my eye I saw Akira exit the office and sit back down with the clarinets. She smiled and said loudly, "I'm bored." I smirked and signaled her over. She shoved Sam out of his seat and took his spot, then raised her perfect eyebrows. Looking to double check wouldn't see, I pulled out my iPod and selected Eminem. Then I handed Akira an earbud and put the other in my ear. The song Soldier, started to play and we both started tapping out the beat. I probably would've sang along but A) I don't sing in front of people, B) My voice is like crap. While playing an instrument I can reconize any note and tune to ear. But with singing I'm absolutely tone-death. I didn't even realize it until J.J had told me last year.

We both waited forever until the bell rang. "What class do you have next," I asked warrily. Akira pulled out her schedule. "Art," she smiled. I looked at my schedule. "Math." I made a face. Akira just laughed then left. Great. Now what can I do?

As I walked to math all by myself I worried. Hopefully our teacher didn't scare the crap out of me like my middle school teacher. And it turns out she doesn't. My math teacher is, get this, is, you see, a name. Miss Aths. It is so freaking close to "Maths," it's seriously scary. But she's super nice. At least to me. Thank God.

Everybody was sitting next to people they know except me; I didn't know anyone. So I tried to get a back seat away from everyone. Until a certain someone plopped in the seat across from me.

"Hey Maxi-Poo!" I groan inwardly as I face James. A silly little smile is sprawled across his face and it takes all my Maximum resistance to not punch his stupid face. His strawberry blond hair covered his his pale, sightless blue eyes. Whoops- did I not mention he's blind? I didn't? Oh well, I doubt you care anyway. I know I don't.

"Hey idiot," I mutter, slamming my face against the desk. Lissa walks in and luckily sits next to me. The Emo-Guy sits next to James and now our table is full. I guess it could be worse. Brigid Dwyer could sit over here.

Brigid Dwyer is the biggest bitch in the school. And guess what? She's a whole three years older because she got held back! Sure, she's kinda of a genius but she never does the work because she always flirts with boys. That's why I gave up boys a long time ago. They're complete distractions that will end up breaking your heart. I don't friend them either. And I don't mean that FaceBook thingy-ma-bober. I mean making them your friend. Number one rule between girls and boys: They can't be "Just Friends." The boy likes the girl but the girl doesn't think of him that way or vise versa. There is no cliche stories in life were the two best friends fall in love. One just ends up broken hearted. And I so will not let that happen to me.

"Students, the assignment is on the board, get to work," Miss Aths said. Kids opened their books and spirals and started writing. Joking. Most, AKA all, students were talking to the kids in there tables. Lissa turned to me and started blabbering while I started working on my homework. Damn, it's hard. I'm smart and stuff but God I do really suck at shapes.

After a minute of staring at the problem, I heard someone clear there throat in front of me. At first I thought it was James but it was -Kid. He seemed to be also doing his homework and stuck on the same problem. with a quick glance I scoot my chair over. "Hey, I'm Max. Maximum Ride." The kid didn't even chuckle. Brownie points for him. "I'm Nick. Nicholas Feng." I stared at him, studying him. Nick had dark hair, olive skin and obsidian eyes with specks of gold. No, I'm not a stalker. I just notice, okay?

When I'm done noticing I say the only thing on my mind. "Fang? Like a tooth?" Nick just shakes his head, chuckling slightly. "No. Feng. F-E-N-G." Oh, I feel smart. I smirked, "I'm gonna call you Fang, it suits you better anyway." Fang just shook his head as if I were crazy, which I am. Super, mega, extremely crazy.

So that's how we, as in Fang and I, spent the rest of the period. And, of course, being the geek I am, made us do our homework which we finished. Boo-yah! In your face James and Lissa! I am so ninja!

As we, all four of us, I felt the tiniest bit of guilt about J.J. She hadn't even had a funeral yet and I was moving on! Does that make me a bad person? I hope not! That would suck major butt. The guilt almost was weighing me down.

But somehow, looking at these people, I knew I'd be able to keep strong.

Gods, that chapter is boring. Sorry about that. Well, at least Fang exists now. Barely. *Hides in Shame.* Yes, I made Brigid the bitch and Lissa okay, but its the truth, just think about it. Next chapter you'll learn a little bit more about "James." Hopefully it'll get more exciting. Also, you'll learn more about Max's personal life hopefully. *Runs away!* Sorry 'bout the typos!