Me: Hey! So, no reviews? I feel ignored. .

Bob: ……..

Me: Awww! Thanks for making me feel better Bob. Here's a knife. You can go be Emo, with Fang in the Emo Corner.

Fang: I'm not Emo! *cutting arm with a plastic spork*

Me: …sure Fang…..if you're not Emo then I don't own the MaxRide books.

Fang: but you don't.

Me: Oh, yeah. Guess you're not Emo after all.

Fang: Yes!

Me: Read on.

Fang pov (this is Fang's thoughts 1 year before Max opened her letter)

You know, when your entire future depends on a letter in your hands, you think back on your life.

Too bad my life sucks.

You see, when I was a little baby I was tested on by some whacky scientists. I guess one day they decided, "Hey. Let's try combining human and avian DNA." So, guess who they used. If you chose the person closest to you….you're wrong. Yah, they used me.

So, now I have raven black wings, and I'm tall for my age (like 6'3 or 6'4), my bones weigh less and other stuff you wouldn't understand like air sacs and stuff.

So while you were watching Barney on TV, I was being tortured to the extremes. Then one day when I think I was like 4 or 5, I was given a shot (after being in that place, I started calling it the school, I grew a huge fear of needles) by a scientists and was knocked out. Next thing I know, I waking up to some weird, old ladies wearing black hats on their heads (turns out they were nuns).

I learned I'd been dropped off at an orphanage. Run by nuns! Since I couldn't depend on myself I told them about my wings. Weirdly enough, they promised to keep my secret and raise me as their own. They named me Nick Blanco (which I don't get since Blanco (Spanish) means white in English. Do I look white? Except for my olive-toned skin, I wear all black (everything), have black hair (sometimes almost looks purple), black eyes (not really, but you would have to be really close to be able to see the dark, dark brown) that people said glints gold when I'm in a good mood (only a select few nuns), heck even my wings are black (which like my hair sometimes look purple). Yah, so no sense.)

So they taught me to read, write, talk, and do stuff normal people do. But I taught myself to fly. Since of my situation (you know the…..wings, the terrible place that I call the school, and the wings), I became "independent" or "cautious of my surroundings and those around it".

Since I didn't do much as a child and wore a lot of black, kids called me 'emo'. Which I don't get since 'emo' is short for 'emotional' and I try not to show emotion (in fear that someone will use those feelings to overpower me in some way), but if you look in my eyes you can tell what I'm feeling if you get me. That's why I try to cover my eyes with my bangs, only making me look even more 'emo' with 'emo' hair. Which I'm not!

So anyway, the nuns thought I should start going to mass with them. So on Sunday, I went to mass for the first time ever. I was 12 at the time. I got there and it was boring! I mean we were just watching this guy in a dress say stuff to food.

After that, the next Sunday, I snuck out after saying I was going home because "I had a stomachache".

And that was when it happened. I was walking when I heard a guitar. I ran toward the sound. I'd never heard music before, just knew what it was. I saw a guy (mid-30s, wearing dark jeans, black tee shirt, black hair, tall like 6'5, sunglasses that were tinted black) holding a black acoustic guitar.

When I walked up to him, he stopped playing his guitar, which caused be to become sad because the music had been beautiful. He looked up at me (A.N. he's not going to see the guy's eyes until later on, so don't think he's looking in his eyes until I say so kay? Good.).

"You play?" the man said in a deep voice, mentioning to the guitar. As if I could afford a guitar in the first place...or lessons.

"No, but I wish I could." I replied. The man eyed me carefully.

Finally he said, "What's your name?"

"Nick Blanco, but you can call me Fang." Yah, Fang. Nick didn't sound right to me, and back at the school, when two scientists were taking me to get tested I bit one of them. I swear I heard him say, "The kid's got fangs man," the other guy just shrugged and left me alone.

He eyed me some more, then the sides of his mouth turned up in a small smile.

"You wanna learn?" he asked.

What idiot would turn that offer down? "Yah!"

Every day after that I would go see him. He told me his name was Erin, nothing more, nothing less. The nuns never made me go to mass again (thank God), and I learned how to play the guitar. Best of all, turns out Erin wasn't a hobo from the street, but he's actually pretty rich and has done a lot of stuff in life (like be a teacher, so he taught me all the stuff you would at school).

Erin was like the father I never had. He took me to music festivals, helped me relax, introduced me to bands, and gave me my first guitar… pretty much; Erin gave me my life back.

Once I mastered the guitar, I played on the streets collecting money for the orphanage. I bought myself a radio and listened to all the different kinds of music. I started learning the lyrics to songs too. People told me I had a beautiful voice and should apply to Julliard.

So when I was 16 I applied and when I turned 18 got the response:

…

….. (Fang's reading the letter)

……..

I've been accepted and with full scholarship.

So what'cha think?

Just a heads up on how long the flock characters have been at JLA (according to more than Max and Ella): Fang 1year; Iggy, nudge, angel and Gazzy 2years; Lissa and Sam 4 years. Yah so that's how many more years they have been there than Ella and Max. please review. I really want reviews. Later on there will be rivalry: Max v.s. Lissa. And I'm gonna add some Shakira, Britany Spears, Beyonce, and other superstars.

Review.

Kay,

-Katherine

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