This may seem slow, but the action will pick up soon.

Angel hugged my waist tightly, staring into my face.

We had already asked our parents, having the inevitable strange conversation. Willow and I decided we had to split them up to make it work.

Angel, Gasman, and Iggy were staying with me. Nudge, Fang, and Max were leaving with Willow.

Before Willow left with her share of the Flock, we were all gathered in my pink-walled bedroom. We were letting the Flock choose things like birthdays and middle names and last names and the state they came from. We already told them we would be calling them Max, Fang, Iggy, Nudge, Gasman and Angel. They didn't quite understand, but they knew only our families would call them that and to only call each other that around our families.

Our cover story was that they were foreign exchange students from the far away land…of other parts of America. Not so foreign, really just friends of our parents sending their kids to a different place. So we fabricated simple families for them and reasons they were sent to us. The story was only necessary because they would have to start school next year.

They would start next year because among their many charms, they were not too educated. Willow and I were working out their education plan.

I explained to Angel and Gasman they would pretend to be brother and sister, because they did have a resemblance. They loved the idea and began working together.

After an hour of Willow and I talking about how we would get them ready for the real world with small interruptions of Flock Confusion, they had decided.

Willow now housed Samantha Obsidian, from New Mexico, Crystal Fiona Holmes from Maine, and Jacob Nicholas Gunderman from California. Yes, Fang pick Nicholas as his middle name.

At my house, Isabel Tabitha Sewell and Jason Andrew Sewell from Oregon as well as James Matthew Meyer from Colorado lived.

I tried to get Iggy to make his name Patterson, but he didn't want to.

Then Willow and her three winged kids left. We would give them separate safety talks.

Now Angel was staring at me sadly. She missed Max and Fang and Nudge.

I introduced the trio to Lego's and Gazzy was having a field day. Iggy, it turned out, wasn't blind and was fascinated by my random doodles I made when I was bored.

Angel was depressed.

Then the fun stuff started. Being as 'sheltered' as they were, none of them had ever seen an oven, microwave, TV or vacuum, even though they had seen some of the most advanced technology known to man.

I taught them not to touch the burners on the oven or put metal in the microwave. When I first turned on the vacuum cleaner they all jumped back like it would suck them up with the dirt. I couldn't help but smile at their innocence.

My siblings thought the three were hilarious. My 10 year old sister Hannah and my 6 year old brother William were making friends with the winged kids.

4 year old Angel was enthralled by the idea of many kinds of food. I asked Iggy what they ate at the lab we found them at.

"Every day we got a piece of bread and some beans." He responded.

"That's all?"

"Sometimes we'd get water too." He defended. What he was defending, I'm not sure.

I smiled and asked my mom permission for something very special. Angel hung on my back, Gasman stuck to my side, and Iggy sort of fluttered nervously while I prepared.

"Why does it smell like that?" Angel questioned. It was one of those questions I wasn't sure how to answer, but Hannah answered for me.

"Because they taste good!" She exclaimed.

After half an hour, I was presenting a few people the first chocolate chip cookies they had ever seen. They were cautious at first, but once Iggy's face lit up the other two dove in.

I only let them each have two because after someone has starved; if they have too much food they get very sick. I was pretty sure too much sugar for someone who's never had any wouldn't be the best idea either.

I got them each a glass of water and their eyes widened more when they saw how easy I got it. I was too afraid to ask what they had to do for water.

Once they had a few cookies and knew a few basic things I set Hannah and Will to the task of teaching them about other kitchen safety things. Then I took Angel, who still wore a drab hospital gown, into a bathroom.

I told her to bring out her wings through the slits in her gown. When she did I washed away all the dirt and grime between her feathers. She flinched a few times, but when I was done the feathers gleamed dimly.

Then I set her head in the sink, turned on the hot water, and washed her hair. The only shampoo she had ever been exposed to was now being scrubbed into her scalp.

Finally, I brought her into my room, where I gave her a pullover hoodie of mine to wear instead of the hospital gown, rolling up the sleeves a few times. A pair of black leggings I never wore was cut to go over her legs like something resembling pants. I let her know there were no slits in it and her wings wouldn't come out. She wasn't pleased about that fact, but hugged the very loose sweatshirt to herself tightly.

Angel was herded back upstairs to have what she missed explained, and I grabbed Gasman to go through the same process. His outfit was now comprised of Wills clothes. They were both 6, and even though Gasman was a little bit taller, one of Will's loose fitting sweatshirts and sweatpants fit him alright. I shoved both of the young kid's feet into some of Will's socks.

I felt a little bit awkward cleaning Iggy's wings and hair because he was my age. He didn't seem to mind though.

He was my age, not my size. My too-big-for-me sweatshirt was almost small on him, and the only pants I had for him was a pair of baggy black and pink sweatpants.

It was quite comical.

The next day was a school day, and Willow explained that she had gone through similar things with Max, Fang, and Nudge. Today they were at our houses. There were strict rules. No flying, only eat what they were told to eat, stay inside, drink as much water as you want.

They were allowed to draw and look through books and magazines they found laying around.

Our friend Alex wanted to know what happened.

We explained how the scientist's kids were fooling around, but we thought there might be danger so we followed them and everyone got home alright.

They seemed to believe us.

Now we just had to get through a day.