Well… I didn't get 5 reviews but I had a lot of visitors, so I decided to update again. I just want some constructive criticism for my writing abilities, so I may improve myself. Please! Thanks to whoever decides to review. And to the others… I secretly know where you sleep every night. Not really, but yeah. Here's the next chapter!

I heard my alarm clock go off at 5:30 am. (A/N: Shouldn't it be go on… I don't know it's just it actually turns on when you wake up. Oh, never mind.) I groaned inwardly. Why do we have school so freaking early in the morning?! I just don't get it.

I got out of my bed, nearly falling flat on my face. I went to my closet to choose my outfit for today. Like normal I wore a pair of ripped up skinny jeans and a T-shirt. Ella will probably be angry about my choice of fashion. Who cares? No one? Yeah, I didn't think so.

I ran down the stairs after tossing my hair into a ponytail and brushing my teeth. "Ella! Hurry up! We're going to miss the bus!" I said, just as the bus' wheel squeaked outside of our house. I ran outside, after kissing my mom, of course, and grabbed my backpack. I sat in the back of the bus, not bothering to listen to the upper class men complaining about me sitting in the back. I wanted to say, "I could knock you down in about 2 seconds, so shut the hell up!" I probably could, but that would upset my wonderful reputation. Especially on my first day.

As the bus pulled up to the school, I observed all of the cliques: jocks, emos, sluts, nerds… And then there are people like me. Where do I fit in in this hellhole we call a school? I got off the bus trudging to the office for my schedule. I got a few whistles from the douche bags over there. Sexist much?

I got my schedule and my locker combination as quickly as possible. I don't like faculty. They kind of creep me out a bit with their fake ass smiles.

I made my way to my locker to dump off my extra textbooks. Ugh! This happens to me every year! I always find a dirty couple making out in front of my locker. These kinds of people make me extremely angry. "Hey, could you piss off?! That's kind of my locker you're making out on top of." The ugly slut making sucky-face with this emo boy turned to me with her attempt at a death glare.

"Who do you think you are, slut? This is Fangy's locker!" She turned to "Fangy" to which he nodded in approval. Wow, talkative much?

"Oh really Fangy?", I said in a whiny voice," This is your locker?" I shoved him out of my way and showed them my card. I saw a slight hint of red on Fangy's face as they both turned away. Finally!

I walked into homeroom, being the only new kid. That's the worst part about moving. All eyes turned to me as I walked into the classroom. I heard guys whisper:

" Whoah, man! Check out the new chick!"

"God, she's so hot!"

And it continues as expected. From the girls, it was more of sneers and rolling of the eye. Whatever. I really don't care. I looked to the back of the room where none other than Fangy sat, staring down at his desk. I almost groaned out loud as the teacher, Mr. Henry, told me to describe myself. I ran my hand through my hair and began.

"Hi, there. I'm Max… and just Max. Don't call me anything different. I'm 15 and, obviously, I'm new here." I got a few chuckles out of that. "I'm from New York." As I said that a girl's face with mocha skin popped up and her eyes lightened. "I love to sing and play the guitar, write some music here and there. Yeah.. there you go."

'Thanks, Max," the teacher said as he directed me to a seat beside Fangy. He looked at me for a moment before turning back to the front. Idiot. He's an emo, which I just noticed. He's wearing all black clothes with black hair and onyx eyes. I dropped my hand down on to the desk, unexpectedly hitting Fangy's hand. I jumped away from his touch. I felt tingles crawl up my spine as I pulled away. What the heck?! He must've felt it too because he pulled away as well.

"By the way, my name is Fang. Not Fangy. And that chick I was making out with is my girlfriend Lissa," said a dark, gruffy voice. I turned to him and nodded. What a douche.

I waited for homeroom to end because guess what class I had next? Music! I patiently waited for the bell to ring , and then I was out! Fang was following me, though. "Why are you following me?"

"I have music, too," he said as he flipped his hair across his face. I calmed the features on my face. "Don't let this guy bother you, Max," I though to myself. I sat down in music class and waited for the instructor. Please hurry before this idotic nuisance sits next to me… He sat next to me. Dammit! Just then, I saw the girl with mocha skin, and a skinny, lanky boy with strawberry blond hair. I stood up.

"Hey, guys. Would you mind if I sat with you? Fang is kind of weird. They both chuckled and nodded. The girl with mocha skin turned to me, as did the lanky boy.

"I'm Nudge and this is Iggy. And Fang over there? Yeah… He's a bit of an introvert, but you get used to him. We are all part of a band called the Flock, so if you want, you can join us at lunch." She gasped," Aren't you the girl who moved here from New York? How is it there? Is it as beautiful as it is in the magazines? Do you think you could-" The boy, Iggy I think it is, covered her mouth. I smiled to him and mouthed a thank you to him. Just then the instructor walked in, his eyes immediately darting to mine.

"Ah! We have a new student? Did you guys share the tradition with her? Remember, you only cut off the pinkie toe on your foot, you don't have to cut off more."

I raised my eyebrow in confusion. Is this guys serious? I am not cutting off my pinkie toe! Just then, everyone turned to me and laughed. Oh… Duh! It was a joke.

"So miss… Maximum Ride," he said as he glanced down at his roll," Would you like to perform any song for us?" I stood up excitedly. Maybe I could get in with the Flock. I've always wanted to be in a band. I grabbed a guitar and began to sing: (A/N: Counting Stars by OneRepublic! I'm sorry, but I'm not able to include the lyrics due to some rules about fan fiction!)

Everyone clapped as the teacher looked at me impressively. I sat the guitar on its holder and sat next to Iggy and Nudge again. They both whispered about their band, but I couldn't quite grasp what they were whispering. I shrugged and turned to the rest of the class. Everyone gave me smiles and nods, except for Fang. He looked me straight in the eye and held my stare. We both sat there for a few seconds until I saw Nudge's fingers snap in my face. "Knew you had a crush on him," she muttered. I turned to her agape. I heard a half-hearted chuckle and immediately recognized it. That's my neighbor! I turned to him angrily as I realized it. He gave me a confused look and I rolled my eyes. Yup, my neighbor is definitely a nincompoop.

Okay! That's it for now. I ended on a pretty good note… depending on how you think about it. Can I at least get 1 review this time? Pretty please?

-Ash