"WAKE UP!" Robin screamed in my ear. "GET OUT OF BED!"

I opened up my eyes and looked straight into her blue ones. "What's so important Robby?" I asked her.

Out of all of us, we were the only two who were blood-related.

We both had blue eyes and light brown hair. I was the... Leader I guess you could say.

Me and Andy were both 17, Robby was 13, Kyle was 10, Ryan was 11 and Tiffany, my baby, (metaphorically of course) was 7.

My name's Abigail, but I prefer Abby.

"Ryan made pancakes and yours are getting cold!" she said and ran off into the hallway.

13 year olds. Oh god.

I walked into the bathroom, fixed my naturally-wavy-but-never-sits-right hair, and joined everyone in the kitchen. Everyone was eating chocolate chip and blueberry pancakes.

"Ryan! Stop throwing pancakes at Kyle! And Andy! Control them!" I screamed. Andy's 17! He should be able to handle a 10 and an 11 year-old without my help.

At the far end of the table I could see brown curls bouncing around, face hidden. Tiffany.

I walked over and tapped her on the shoulder. Her green eyes looked into my blue.

"Morning Tiff" she giggled, as she always does when I say morning to her, and gave me a hug. Since she's seven, she's like the little sister I never had.

Okay, so I do have a little sister... but she's annoying and 13.

Tiffany's cute and 7.

Anyone can see why I would say that.

If you read this Robby, I didn't mean what I just said.

If you read this Tiffany, well, yes I did.

We've been living in the School ever since we were little. Practicing flying and martial arts, and learning math and other school stuff.

Yeah that's right, I said flying. We have wings. 2% avian, 98% human. The school is the lab that we grew up in.

Someone tapped me on the shoulder and I jumped, grabbed them by the arm and flipped them over my head. It was Andy, and I just broke the table and ruined my breakfast.

"Sorry Andy!" I said and scrambled to help him up. Kyle and Ryan burst into laughter.

I walked over to them and put my hands on their heads to try to stop them from laughing.

Kyle's spiky blond hair all sticky from maple syrup and maple syrup dripping down his mocha coloured skin, and Ryan's black hair still a pancake in it.

"Geez Abby, have you been working out or something?" he said and squeezed my arm, "nope guess not."

Kyle started laughing again, while Ryan tried to keep a straight face but failed.

"At least I'm stronger than you are," I snapped.

This made him stop and turn around. "Oh do you want to test that theory?" he asked as he rolled up his sleeves.

I laughed a little and rolled up my sleeve too. "Bring it!"

He put his arm on the table. "Ready when you are." he said too cocky. Arm wrestling. Figures. I put my arm on the table and we were about to start, when we were interrupted.

One of the scientists, Don, walked in. "oh good you're all awake." he said grabbing a pancake off the table. "You guys need to get out of here."

I quickly slammed Andy's hand against the table, winning the arm wrestle, and jumped out of my chair so fast it toppled over backwards.

"What? What do you mean we have to get out of here?" I literally screamed.

Andy was pretty pissed I beat him and was trying to get my attention, "best two out of three!" he yelled above me.

"Shhh. It's not safe for you here anymore! You need to go! Get out of this lab," he started to pack up all our stuff.

"What do you mean it's not safe? And no! I won fair and square!" Andy shut up for now, but I knew he wouldn't be like that for long.

"They're going to split you guys up! Dissect you at different labs across the country!"

I looked at him for a moment, him trying to pack up our stuff, me grabbing it and unpacking it, trying to determine whether or not he was telling the truth. It looked like he was. Panic was written on every aspect of his face.

"Ok guys go pack up your stuff, code red!" I yelled.

Another scientist walked in the door, Tommy.

"What are you doing Don!" his booming voice filled the room. "Are you helping the subjects escape!? Oh my god you are!" he grabbed Don by the neck and dragged him out of the room. His muffled screams filled the air as it sounded like he was being beat.

I turned into the hallway of our little house and yelled into everyone's room, "come on guys, and hurry up! We're busting out of this place! It's no longer safe for us here."

Author's Note: I had and authors note here already, and I have no idea what happened to it or what I said in it. But, it seems to have gotten deleted. So, whatever I did say is now long forgotten and I can't rewrite it. I can only say one thing now, please R&R and F&F!