Me: So here I am, typing this up after school.

Max: And she made me go. It was torture! The Voice wasn't telling me anything! I think I even failed a test!

Me: It was a test to assess what you know. Stop whining.

I love my reviewers!

HollisterLove- This whole story should be in Max's POV.

I still need a name for my hippogriff! If I don't get any reviews on it, then I will have to draw one out of a hat.

Max: Why name something that hates you?

Me: Correction: It hates you, not me. He almost bit Max. I told you to bow to him before approaching!

Max: Whatever. *storms out*

Me: Okay, now that she left, I can say some things.

If you already kidnapped a flock member, or in particular, Max, then I must say something. I am only including Saint Fang of Boredom kidnapping Fang and Bell (Aleria14 I think) kidnapping Iggy. It causes me too much trouble to go and track down every flock kidnapper. I mean, you try doing it! I swear, Fang has 12 owners alone!

And if Max is already yours, sorry. Again, I don't follow anyone except Saint and Bell.

Disclaimer: I don't own the flock. I want to, but I don't. I also don't own Apple.

Claimer: OC's are mine! I need more stuff to put into these…

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I ripped aside the shower curtain and hit answer on the phone.

"Hello?" I said, a little breathless.

"Would you like to refinance your car? For only-"

"I DON'T GIVE A FREAKING CRAP ABOUT REFINACING MY CAR! AND I AM WAITING FOR A CALL!" I screamed into the phone as I slammed it shut. It started ringing as soon as it was closed.

I flipped it open. "I don't care about refinancing my car!" I said into the phone.

"Umm… If this is a bad time, I can call back," said a sweet, angelic voice on the other end. One that I haven't heard in a long time.

"Angel! No, its fine! I was just, arguing with a salesman before you called," I said, backtracking. "Where are you?"

"You don't sound like Max…"

"I know, sweetie. But I am. Tell everyone to fly to a suburb of Houston, Texas, okay? Diamond River South Street, house 3476. I promise I will be there, okay? And I love you."

"I love you too. Will you explain why you left when we get there?"

"I'll tell you what happened. I never wanted to leave, and I missed you so much." The line went dead. I assume the payphone or wherever she was calling from ran out of time, so I decided to get ready. I had to get to Kenna's.

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At Kenna's, the doorbell was louder than I thought it would be. It took three rings for Kenna to come to the door.

"Whozthere?" she asked, rubbing sleep out of her eyes.

"Me. I need to talk to you," I said, uncomfortably.

"Comein, move it, Brianna comein." She was still super tired.

"We need a computer." I had decided to break the news to her by showing her the blog. She took me upstairs to her room. I sat down in front of her Apple computer, booted it up, and pulled up a web page.

"What is this about?" Kenna asked. All sleep was gone from her voice.

"This," I said. Fangs blog had just loaded, and I saw it was a new blog.

Welcome to Fangs blog!

Visitor Number: Who Cares?

People of the general public,

This is Angel! We found Max! She said she was in Texas, in a small suburb. Yes!

Max, here we come!

Angel and the Flock!

Rock on!

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"So you woke me up at 8 in the morning on a Saturday to show me this? Please don't say you want to go hunting for Max. I mean, I used to follow Fang everywhere, like, two years ago! Not now!" Kenna almost shouted.

"No. I woke you up to tell you that they are headed to here. As in, to your house," I almost whispered. I held the IPod that I never listened to out to Kenna. I never had listened to music, because all of the lyrics reminded me of the flock, or Fang. "Brianna would have wanted you to have this," I choked out.

"What are you talking about, Bria? This better not be a joke," said Kenna. I looked up, and her eyes were full of disbelief.

"I hate that name!" I shouted. I couldn't take it anymore. "Brianna never was my name! Not ever! It was the name of your friend, but I'm not her! My name is Maximum Ride, okay? I don't even know Brianna, and I never did."

"Is this a sick joke? Did you think I would believe you? What is this, Bria?" asked Kenna.

I knew Kenna would never accept it without proof. "Two years ago, I fell asleep in a forest with my Flock. I woke up in Brianna's body with my wings and my scars. See?" I said, yanking up my sleeve. "I tried to cut a microchip in my arm out with a seashell. I almost bled out, and Fang found me and though I went crazy. I have been living a lie for the past two years!" I dropped down on the bed. "Brianna is dead." Somehow, I knew this to be true. It was like a gut feeling.

"Brianna is dead? How?" Kenna looked like she couldn't take it anymore. "But, wait… If you are Max, then shouldn't you have wings?"

"I do. Do you have a knife? I need slits in my jacket."

"Sure…" A dazed Kenna walked downstairs to get a knife. She handed me a pocket knife, and I took off my jacket and cut slits into the back of it. I proceeded to do the same with my T-shirt, and as soon as my T-shirt was off, I slowly unfurled my wings, shaking them. My cami already had slits in it.

"You are Max," she wondered. Then the realization hit her. "And Brianna is dead." She sat down at the table and started to cry. I bent down to hug her. I don't know how long we stayed like this, all wrapped up in arms and wings.

Then a knock came at the door. Kenna was in no shape to get it, so I pulled my wings in tight to my back and went to open the door. Right in front of me stood a teenage Iggy, strawberry blond hair and all.

"Iggy? Is that you?" I said.

"Is this Max?" he asked, confused. Oh, right. My voice had changed. Opps.

"Yes, it's me. Come in, I know how to prove it." My wings were the only part of me that never changed, and I hoped Iggy had never forgotten their feel. He walked in, still unsure. "Here." I unfurled my wings and moved one so that Iggy was touching it. "Does this feel like mine?"

His expression changed to one of wonder. "Max," he breathed, and in an instant he was giving me a hug. "Where have you been? Fang-" He stopped talking and stepped back, grinning.

I was about to ask him why he moved when a pair of strong arms hugged me from behind. My head whipped around, looking for the source of the arms, but nothing was there. Then, suddenly, there was Fang.

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Me: I just love Fax!

Max: I… I must say, that was kind of a good entrance. But I am not that wimpy!

Me: Well, the flock has been out of your life for two years. You got kind of soft.

Max: I would never do that!

Me: My story, my rules. It's a boy!

Max: She named the hippogriff… Not listening to me, of course.

Me: No one voted, except for Emily Rivers, so the name id Fnick! Yay!

Max: Now I hate Emily.

Me: Next up is a Waterhorse!

Max: Not another!

-Wryder and Max out.