Haha! I realized that in my old chapter they had a car. Man was I stupid back then. They are in NINTH grade. They can't have a freakin' car! Anyways, some little changes once more. Once we progress we'll hit some plot holes, so you notice some bigger changes then.

Disclaimer: Do people read these? Anyway, I don't claim, except for the box on the side of the road that I call home. Actually I don't even claim this disclaimer. Haha!

Max POV:

I hate mornings. Especially this one 'cause we were starting school.

So, when did Anne drop the bomb you might say? She told us last night just an, 'oh and you're going to school.' I was not a happy camper. Let just say Iggy had to hold on to me, or Anne would a have had a different face.

I walked downstairs following the smell of waffles, bacon and hash browns.

"Yay, you're awake!" said an exited Nudge. She was way happier than me to be going to school. Yesterday she dragged us to the mall at ten. I mean what kind of mall is open at ten! Urgh, just thinking back on it scares me. "OMG," yelled Nudge as she shoveled food into her mouth. "You have to try the bacon; I think Iggy's cooking got better, if that's even possible," she said spewing food everywhere.

"Ewww!" whined Angel, "Food is flying out of your mouth faster than you can talk."

"Guys get ready, you have a big day in front of you. Stop fooling around and eat," said Anne. Who made her mom? I just grumbled in response, and walked to the table.

"Hey, where's Fang?" I asked.

"He's probably still sleeping," she said. "I don't know how in this noise," she mumbled under her breath. I could clearly hear her because of my sharpened hearing skills. "I'll go wake Gazzy too," she said starting towards the stairs. I then started scrambling to finish breakfast. Angel and Nudge dumped their plates in the sink and ran to their rooms to pick out clothes and do their hair or something.

"So what's up," said Iggy to me while making some food for himself. For some reason I felt like I should tell Iggy about how I liked Fang, so I did. "Well I do know he likes you, more than you know," Iggy said while shoving food into his mouth.

I stood up and gave Iggy a hug, and said, "Thanks,"

"For what?" Iggy asked.

"I don't really know. I just need to say thanks."

Just then Fang came downstairs. He said in a cutting voice, "Well Iggy, if you liked her so much you could have told me. I don't need to stand in your way." Just my luck, gosh Fang is so stupid.

"No man, I was just helping her out with some stuff," Iggy said before I could say anything.

"Just stop guys. Fang, get some breakfast in you. Were leaving, the bus is gonna come in five minutes," I said stopping both guys from saying what they were about to say.

I called every one down and we trooped down to the bus stop. We waited only about two minutes before the bus rumbled into view. We clambered on, and the bus driver's eyes widened at the sight of our large family.

We walked into the principal's office to get our schedules and all that crap. Nudge was talking excitedly and gesturing wildly and I think everyone just tuned her out, not listening to a word she said.

The principal seemed nice enough, a young guy to be a principal, in his twenties or so. He handed us each thick manila folder full of information we would need before waving us good bye and good luck.

"So Fang, lemme see your schedule." He handed it over and I compared. "Cool we have three of our classes together and two are flipped." I took Iggy's schedule from him and saw he had the same schedule as Fang. Oh, they thought he was helplessly blind. I chuckled at that thought.

"What's funny," Fang asked.

"Iggy being helpless. He's definitely not since he can make bombs with his eyes closed. Literally." Fang tensed at his name.

"Fang give it up," I said. He ignored me so I continued, "I don't like him!" I said throwing my hands up as we walked.

"Helloo, subject of your conversation right here," said Iggy so I dropped it.

We entered the classroom and everyone turned to stare at us unabashedly. The kids' eyes showed curiosity, and some just plain out ignored us. The class buzzed with different emotions, and kids turned to whisper to their friends.

I looked over at Fang and Iggy and saw some girls literally undressing them with their eyes. I tensed beside them. Were my guys really that hot to other people? I never really gave it much thought, but that might be because I lived with them and saw them every day.

"Settle down class, I'd like to introduce you to our three new students." Spoke the teacher, holding her hands out. "So can you say a little something about yourself?" the teacher turned to face us, her face showing curiosity. I stepped up to speak, well because I'm leader.

"Hi, I'm Max Griffin" I said. "This is Nick and Brandon," I gestured towards each of them in turn. We're all adopted and we live together. Brandon's blind," I threw in at the end.

"Oh how sad," cooed the teacher at Iggy. I saw his eyes fill with disgust and he said frostily, "I can still function." The class laughed at the teacher's stunned face. I had to admit, it was pretty funny.

"Where are you from?" pried the teacher.

"I'm from New Jersey," I told her. It was the first state that popped into my head. "F-Nick's from Nevada."

"I'm from the moon," said Iggy. The teacher gave his a look, already getting the idea that he was going to be trouble. The class laughed out loud once more at what Iggy said.

"That's great," she said ending the conversation. You can sit in the back three seats." "And Iggy can sit near me so if he needs help I can help."

"He doesn't need help," Fang said quietly, just as Iggy said, "I don't need help."

Iggy walked over to us and sat next to Fang. He whispered, "Thanks man." Fang just nodded not even looking over. Not like it mattered. We always stood up for each other.

Just then a brunet turned and said…