AN: Wha-wha-what is up? XD I fail so much… Considering I'm typing this with my "My Little Pony" ponies sitting next to me… Yes, I'm a bronie/ pegasister. DEAL WITH IT!

But anyway, since you guys reviewed and I had I-don't-know-how-many e-mails saying that this story was favorites, I'm gonna try to update early for you guys!

IMPORTANT!

By the way, I just realized that in the last chapter, she went to class, did one problem, and left, so pretend there was a time skip in there, kay?

END IMPORTANTNESS!

Okay, guys. Since all my reviews/ favorites were so awesome, I'm going to give you guys book recommendations every time I update! And, just because I'm nice, I'll give you two today!

"A Mango-Shaped Space" by Wendy Mass and "They Never Came Back" by Caroline B. Cooney

Total: Okay, okay. *whispers* By the way, since Sunsets is refusing to say she doesn't own Max Ride, I'm tricking her into it! *clears throat and talks at normal level* So Sunsets. You have agreed that you won't say you don't own Max Ride, correct?

Me: *Nods*

Total: Then, following logic, then you own Dylan, correct?

Me: NO! I DO NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, OWN DYLAN!

Total: Then you don't own Max Ride! HA!

Me: You tricked me! *Goes into emo corner to grumble*

Total: Enjoy!

Max POV

Lunchtime! The best part of the day!

I made it to my locker in what must've been record-breaking time, and raced through the combination. Without hesitating, I jammed my binders and such in my locker and grabbed the paper bag containing my lunch, and headed to the cafeteria, while my slow locker neighbors were still in the process of opening their lockers.

You might think I'm some kind of a nerd for bringing a bagged lunch, but let me tell you; the crud they serve at my school doesn't even deserve to be called a meal. While those idiots buying lunch get potential elephant meat, ground-up crayons, and things I don't even want to mention, I, on the other hand, get a certified 100% real BLT sandwich, carrot sticks, and a package of cookies.

As I contemplated, I noted that my feet had carried me to the cafeteria, as if on auto-pilot. I entered, well-aware of the fact that I was the first person to the cafeteria, as I am every day. I plopped down at my table, the table that most people considered "The Reject Table," and that's probably because only 4 people sat there, including me.

JJ has brown hair and bright blue eyes, with somewhat-tan skin. Her full name is Jenifer Joy Ross, but she hates her name, so we call her JJ. She looks like that kind of kid that sits at the popular table, wears designer clothes, and is insanely snooty, but that's what separates her from the people with no brains. They wear size-0, brightly colored skinny jeans and cut of their blood circulation, JJ wears baggy, black jeans. They trip in their heels getting to their cars; she skates to school in her skate shoes from "Journey's." They wear sleeveless shirts, she wears graphic T-shirts. They freeze in the cold, she puts on a hoodie. (AN: I don't remember if she had a description in the book, so I'm just guessing.)

But it's not just her clothes, it's her personality. When she comes over to my house, she includes my siblings, unlike most people, who would shut them out. She is probably the sweetest person you'd ever meet, but not a pushover. She's also the type to bring a book to lunch. Most of the time, you'll find her munching on carrot sticks, immersed in "When you Reach Me" for what seems like the 94th time. I met her when I first moved to New York, in second grade. Oh, and if I forgot to mention, she's a vegetarian. (AN: My Aunt, Uncle, and cousin are all vegetarian… When my cousin was little, he'd have tofu nuggets for lunch.)

Then there's Tess. Tess's almost as tall as me; she's only shorter by a few inches. She's… well, she's something. Her hair is straight and blonde with overgrown side bangs flopping down to past her eyes, which are dark brown, and her hair is streaked with electric blue. (AN: she didn't have a description in the book, so I'm making her up. Also, she had about three lines, so I couldn't really tell what her personality was.) She'll wear a skirt, but only if it's with leggings, combat boots, and a graphic T-shirt. She's pretty much an opposite of JJ. If I trip, JJ will help me up, but Tess's probably the one that tripped me in the first place, so she'll laugh along with me. Most people don't like her because she dresses weird, but she's pretty awesome once you get to know her. The worst part about her is that sometimes, she'll (literally) kick me in the butt.

Sam's the only boy that sits at our table, but he doesn't mind because we're as tomboy as you'll get. With sandy blonde hair, mist-gray eyes, tan skin, and glasses, he's one of the few boys in this world who's not an idiot and is actually, genuinely nice. He had a crush on me in 4th grade, but now that he and JJ are dating, I assume he's gotten over me.

Anyway… I sat down and began unpacking my lunch. Now, which do I go for first…? The BLT looks tempting with the extra bacon hanging out of the sides. Then again, the carrots look extra crispy today… but the cookies are still slightly warm, and the gooey chocolate chips seem to be calling to me, calling out, "Max… Max…"

Suddenly, I'm aware that a voice is calling my name, but it's not the cookies. I blink and look up to see my 3 friends, sitting in their regular spots at the table, laughing at me. I look down and realize that, without even realizing it, I had been reaching out to my BLT, then to my carrot sticks, then to my cookies, then back again! I started laughing along with them, well aware of the fact that it had earned us some odd looks from the kids who had accumulated at the tables surrounding ours. But I didn't care, as the laughs were making bubbles of every color of the rainbow, and they were so mesmerising...

"Having-trouble-deciding?" Tess chocked between fits of giggles. I nodded, almost sobbing with hysterical laughter, and the bubbles became even more vibrant.

After a while, when our laughing died down, the bubbles fading into the air, I resumed my debating my difficult decision. Hey, there's alliteration! Sorry, off topic… Anyway, I decided to start with my sandwich, then eat the carrots, then polish it off with the cookies. Yum...

Excuse me, but I've got to go. I have to go bask in the aura of my epical lunch. Is epical even a word? I think it is… Oh, I'm just going to leave!

(AN: Sorry I'm piling all these characters on you. If you're overwhelmed with it, don't be afraid to tell me, and I can go back and edit the chapter. By the way, I'll probably do the rest of the chapters like this for a while, with the first part Max's, then the second part Fang's. And some of the time, They'll be doing the same thing, so you can see how their days are different.)

Fang's POV

I can't wait to get home. If there's an award for something being "the worst day ever," I think this takes the cake. Yum, cake… Off topic!

So far, I've discovered I failed my Science test, took a pop quiz in Social Studies (which I'm sure I failed), realized I left home this morning without lunch money (and Iggy refused to share his lunch), and the English teacher threw a chalkboard eraser at me. Well, that last part is actually normal, my English teacher's kind of psycho… (AN: My English teacher actually threw erasers at us, to teach us prepositions. But our English teacher's awesome.)

As I walked home from school, Iggy pranced- No, I'm not joking, he actually pranced- Ahead, bubbling over with excitement about his awesome day, while I lagged behind, still brooding over the humiliation of getting an eraser thrown at me.

"Come on, Fangles, cheer up! I know what'll cheer you right up!" Iggy cheerfully called over his shoulder, before taking a deep breath. Oh, God, not this again…

"MY LITTLE PONY, MY LITTLE PONY! AH-AH-AH-AHHHHH!" Iggy screeched, extremely off-key.

"Iggy. You know the neighbor's got mad the last time this happened!" Iggy froze completely in shock.

"Fangles. Do. You. Know. What. You. Just. Did?" Iggy then plowed on without waiting for an answer. "You said… More words than I can count on my fingers!" Iggy squealed.

"It's not that big of a- WHAT THE FUDGE!" I bellowed after receiving a hug from Iggy. And let me tell you, Iggy hugs hard. We were getting some odd looks from the neighbors, so I pried Iggy off of me, and began walking home, with Iggy still marveling my talking behind me.

Oh, the oddness of living in my life.

AN: Sorry it was kind of short, I'm a little crunched for time.

What'd you think? Love it, like it, "meh" it, dislike it, hate it? Tell me what you think! Sorry it took so long, I had this chapter, then I didn't like it and had to completely start over. And that coincidence I mentioned in the summary? It should be coming up soon.

Please review! The reviews help me know what you guys like and don't like!

Till next time… -Sunsets