MAX POV

He's blind! I couldn't quite that out of my head. The new kid was blind, great, just another defect in this household. We already have too quiet Fang, and Gazzy jumping around the house, and the mind reader 10 year old, and now we have the blind kid who needs help up the stairs. It's not that I don't like him, I kindof do, he's cute, definitely, and kind, but we have our flock, and he's not apart of it, which doesn't mean we shouldn't be kind. We can't show him our wings anyway, so we're going to have to scare him off with something else.

Gazzy came up with "Operation Get Rid of Iggy" which is a lengthy name if you ask me.

"First we have to keep the wings a secret, but in a way where he gets curious," Gazzy said, sitting on my bed in between Nudge and Angel.

I call what he's talking about being obviously secretive. Curiosity Killed the Cat, after all.

"And he's blind, right, so anything loud would scare him."

"Yeah, cause he could have like, super sonic hearing or something 'cause he can't see, so his other senses would be heightened. Which is really cool, good thing he's at the store, because with super sonic hearing he could probably hear like, right through the walls-" Gazzy put his hand over Nudge's mouth to shut her up. she kept talking a while, then finally she stopped. He took his hand away and leaned back against the wall.

"Angel could enter his mind, I bet that would scare him." Gazzy said.

Nudge started up again, "Yeeeaah, like, after he already knows about the wings, otherwise who knows how he'd react, he could think he was going crazy and then do something REALLY awful to himself and-"

"Hey I know how we can scare him off,"' Gazzy interrupted, "Just let Nudge talk him into insanity."

Nudge pouted and shut up, glaring at Gazzy angrily. After a few moments she finally mumbled, "I'm not that bad."

Gazzy was about to say something in response but Angel shushed him quietly.

"We don't have to scare him away," A deep voice said.

Everyone turned to face Fang. His face was emotionless as ever, and i couldn't believe he had just said that without making any emotions.

Hey Angel, What's he thinking? I asked her. Her brows furrowed a moment and her eyes grew distant.

He's Blocking me, She pouted at him and he just stared back.

"Think about it, he's nice, not a pompous prick, he needs help, and we're some people that if we wanted to, we could help him," Fang said.

He was right...but still. It was Fang though, and he normally knew what he was doing. Yet he was still only 16. But he had a really good point. ARGH.

He is Right, we could help Iggy, He's nice.

That's Angel, naturally sweet, I sighed. "We can't just hide the wings forever though, I mean, that would suck big time." I told them. It would hurt less, so much less, if we didn't get attached to him, everybody left us, everybody except mom. We had a code of honor, Flock didn't leave Flock, Flock didn't lie to Flock, Flock was generally nice to Flock. What if Iggy did like our wings? What if he was like us? What if he had a cool power too? What if he hated our wings?

There were so many ways he could react, and the majority would hurt me, me as in everybody. 90% of the things that could happen would harm my family, and I couldn't let that happen. Maybe Mom would understand and she'd send him away.

"But he's only staying for one month, I mean, what could possibly happen in one month?" Nudge asked, for once ending her question and not talking on.

OH MY GOD! I had forgotten. I could see on everybody else's faces that they had forgotten as well. He wouldn't have to stay for the bad part, he could just stay for the good, we could be nice to him, and show him new things, and accept him, and have a new, human friend for a short time without worrying that he'd discover our secret if we were extra careful.

"Max is right, we could experience a normal life with Iggy and give him a good time for the short time he's here. We could leave a strong impression. Show him what it's like to be Flock," Angel said. Stupid mind reade-wait, crap, aaaaaah. Whatever, i did not just think that, but she could seriously STAY OUT, every once in a while.

Angel laughed, "I'm sorry Max, I didn't realize it bothered you so much." She pulled out of my head and I quickly put up my mind shield, scowling at her. Angel grinned.

IGGY POV

Ms Martinez was very kind, she took me to the clothes store today and brought me along with her at the grocery store. She seemed like a nice lady, but it was awkward to me, I'm not used to such a nice environment. Nothing goes this long without pain.

She had a hold of my wrist wherever we went, determined not to let me get lost, and described my surroundings to the very last detail.

When we had everything we needed we drove home. Well, she drove to her home, I was just the awkward person in the back that had no clue if they should start a conversation or be quiet. I'm not allowed to speak unless spoken to, though, so I never started any conversations when we did talk.

Ms Martinez sounded like a cheery woman, I could imagine her always with a smile on her face. It made me smile too, until I remembered that this wouldn't last, and I would be moved to another foster home really soon. It's even one that is owned by a friend of my Dad's. My life would return to normal once I go there in a month. It hurts when I think about it, so I try not to.

When we parked outside of the house she got out and started to open my door. I got it open before she could though, and stepped out. I made sure it was a long enough step where I wouldn't get my foot caught between the curb and the car because it would embarrassing if the people that I am now living with saw me trip over a curb. yeah, it would be hilarious(notice the sarcasm).

When we got inside I could tell there were people cooking in the kitchen, I walked that direction, with my hand out in front of me in case i ran into anything. I must look like such an idiot right now. When i got in the kitchen a horrible smell bombarded my senses. And lots of people shouting.

"Max! What the heck are you doing!" somebody shouted, they sounded young, and feminine, the talkative motormouth.

"I'm cooking, what does it look like," came the annoyed reply. Max.

"nooooooooo," Said a young boy's voice. I had no clue who that one was.

"Max, you should let someone else take over," a deep voice said. I knew this one...wait for it... ... ...it was the really weird nickname. AH YES-Fang. He's the quiet one.

Something started to make loud gurgling noises from the stove.

"AAaaaaaahh,ITS THE BLOB!" Motormouth screamed.

"Max, how did this happen?" A young girls voice said, Angel, she was the sweet one.

"What? I didn't do this, there must be something wrong with the stove!" Max said, indignant.

"Max," Fang warned.

"Somebody get this cleaned up immediately," Ms Martinez said scoldingly. Everybody seemed to hush up.

"Oh, hey Iggy," the young boy said.

Hey? should I say hey back? "Hey."

Everyone seemed satisfied and I could hear people starting to clean up. Somebody was pulling towels from the upper right drawer under the stove, and the others were moving the pan to the sink, which seemed to be on the other side of the kitchen.

"SOOOO, what's for lunch?" the young man asked.

Everybody was silent. "I could try..." Motormouth said, sounding way unsure of herself.

I could do it, I had learned at a young age to cook for myself, and then I had created some of my own delicious recipes, I was pretty sure I could make this large family a nice lunch.

"I'll cook," I offered silently. Nobody heard, of course. Speak Up! "I'll cook lunch!" I said a bit louder. I could feel everyones stares boring into me.

"What!? But your blind!" the young boy shouted.

"I can do it," i said simply.

"But you can't see," Max said, basically repeating what the young boy said five seconds ago.

"Yes, thank you for stating the obvious," I said, snorting and rolling my eyes. I felt good when they laughed and led me over to the stove.

At my old home I would have been beaten for the attitude, but here, it felt safe.